C34 (1/2)

Xu Zongyi sighed, because he had been searching for fragments from the Primordial Era and the Ancient Era. Even if there was an ancient seed, it would still seem rather strenuous, so he was still very tired.

He stopped and looked around at the bookshelves. He realized that there was an oracle bone quietly lying there.

The Armored Bone was one of the techniques recorded in the Primordial Era.

There was everything inside the Scripture Hall, and there were even those cut off from the walls. The people of the Primitive Era would carve some insights onto the walls.

It was just that the age was too long ago. Even boulders would decay and erode, not to mention the fact that other than the erosion of time, there were very few that could survive.

Xu Zongyi was a little curious as he picked up the piece of armor and thought to himself, ”This should be the tortoise shell. To still be able to turn the tortoise shell into ash even after the Primordial Era, this must be extraordinary.”

In the village of Xu, this sort of thing was not uncommon.

On the surface of the tortoise shell, there were some strange engravings which were difficult for people to understand.

Xu Zongyi held the ancient seed in his hand, staring at the engravings on it, an indescribable feeling in his heart.

This expression was like the drawing of words, and every word was also like a person, as if they were waving something in the air.

It could be seen that this piece of tortoise shell was only a part of it, but the rest would probably be hard to find.

Xu Zongyi looked at it and then put it down.

After walking a few steps, he felt a sense of nostalgia. He turned around and took off the piece of tortoise shell. ”Forget it. I'll bring it back to study it for a while.”

Xu Zongyi took out his grain storage point and immediately deducted a hundred points, as well as 9900 points. This piece of tortoise shell was equivalent to a spell.

He had to return it after a hundred days. If he wanted to take it away, he would need to spend ten thousand times the amount of storage points in order for it to belong to him.

Night gradually descended.

Xu Zongyi finished what he was doing and returned to the front of the bamboo house. He saw that a green bud had already sprouted from the Thread Gathering Grass.

Good, he's just a newborn. Looks like it's only a matter of time before he breaks through.” At the edge of the bamboo house was a field that was being nourished. A dense cluster of Thread Gathering Grass appeared, emitting a faint glow.

To a person in the Spirit Condensation realm, Spirit Gathering Grass was of immense help. It was something that many people needed.

The little calamity had always been outside the house. When he wanted to take a dump, he would pout and drag his butt into the fields.

In the backyard of the Scripture Hall, it lived a carefree life.

Every day, when Xu Zongyi cooked the Bone Strengthening Rice, it would be his meal.

Xu Zongyi examined the field and returned to the bamboo house. He felt that there were no problems with the grass.

He took out the piece of tortoise shell bone and held the ancient seed in his hand, carefully examining the patterns on it. Occasionally, he would feel as if he was a person moving, and occasionally, he would feel as if he was seeing an old tortoise crawling.

However, these lines were clearly motionless. Could it be that his eyes were hallucinating?

The patterns on it were extremely mysterious. Sometimes, he would see a face, sometimes it was a face, sometimes it was a face, sometimes it was a face …

”It must have been carved by some extraordinary existence!” Excited, Xu Zongyi carefully studied the situation.

Suddenly, he remembered that in the past, there was an ancestor of the Xu family who was especially proficient in martial arts who had recorded some cultivation experiences. There was a type of ape called the Holy War Martial Ape, and in order to create his own martial arts, he had to absorb the advantages of these martial arts beasts, so he hid himself and observed each and every move of these Holy War Martial Apes.

Thinking of this, he thought to himself, ”If I were to turn my breathing into something similar to the Black Tortoise, would it also change after I observe the tortoise shell?”

When he was young, Prime Minister Xu had never allowed him to read any of the cultivation books. Instead, he had allowed him to read some of these types of books, such as those that were randomly written, so even though Xu Zongyi had never read them before, he had still read some of them.

Atop [Life of All Things], there was the breathing technique of many living beings in the world. He could adjust it at any time and immediately, Xu Zongyi circulated [Life of All Things] to allow himself to exhale like a tortoise.

From the moment the change occurred, he discovered that his heartbeat had slowed down, the flow of blood in his body had also become extremely slow, and his breathing had become slow and long.

At this moment, he discovered that his eyes had also changed.

It was as if the patterns on the tortoise shell had calmed down and were no longer as unstable as before, making it hard to see through.

At this moment, the veined patterns were like that of a person practicing a single move, going back and forth with just a few movements. They seemed clumsy, but they were very artistic, possessing both offense and defense.

Every single movement of the pattern seemed to indicate a single word. Xu Zong felt it in his heart, and with the help of the ancient seed, he struggled to decipher the meaning of the spell.

”It is natural that there should be no peace. The essence of the spirit should be concealed within, and the essence of the divine palace should be broken.”

Xu Zongyi quietly savored the flavor and pondered on the concept within, as if he had caught onto a key point. He closed his eyes and combined it with < Life and Death > and began practicing using the Black Tortoise Tortoise Breath.

All the pores on his body were being channeled into the spiritual energy of the world, completely closing up, as if he was shrinking into a ball.

The attacks of the magic were inseparable from the essence of the scripture.

Powerful techniques required the consumption of a large amount of Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Some scriptures were unable to sustain powerful magic. If he chose the wrong scripture for the Qi Drawing Realm, it would create a huge limitation for his future path.