At this moment, Mo Wuji was completely defenseless in his own world. All his attention was focused on searching for the arrow of the Needle-Head Book that had disappeared.
One day passed, two days passed …
When the tenth day passed, Mo Wuji's expression turned ugly. He was already extremely weak. Not only that, his vitality channel required the help of the Vitality God Pill.
As for the arrow of the Needle-Head Book, he couldn't even catch a single trace of it. Even after his spirit storage channel washed his meridians and body over and over again, there weren't any abnormalities. However, his life force and dao aura were continuously being depleted. Towards the end, even his soul started to become unstable.
Fortunately, this was his own world. Otherwise, Mo Wuji suspected that he wouldn't have been able to hold on for much longer. Even so, he couldn't continue persevering like this.
Mo Wuji stood up with a gloomy expression. He arrived outside his spiritual herb garden. Besides the unconscious Ji Li, there was also a Sage, Huan Ti, who was imprisoned by him.
Huan Ti seemed to have accepted his fate. He stayed quietly in Mo Wuji's spiritual herb garden. Occasionally, he would even observe the growth of the spiritual herbs.
The moment Mo Wuji appeared in the spiritual herb garden, Huan Ti sensed it. He lifted his head to look at Mo Wuji. Immediately, he exclaimed in shock. "Eh, could it be that you weren't able to restrain Ming Yue? Instead, you were struck by the arrow of the Needle-Head Book? "
Mo Wuji wasn't surprised that Huan Ti could tell that he was struck by the arrow of the Needle-Head Book. It would be weird if Huan Ti couldn't tell.
Who was Huan Ti? He was a Sage. It was precisely because Huan Ti was a Sage that he came here to seek help.
Before Mo Wuji could speak, Huan Ti chuckled. "It seems like you're here to seek help from me?"
Mo Wuji replied calmly. "That's right. I do need your help. You can raise any conditions you want. Of course, I'm afraid I can't leave this place. "
Huan Ti replied faintly. "Sorry, I'm unable to help you."
"I'll help you remove the Seven Buddha Spade." Mo Wuji looked at Huan Ti and said.
Huan Ti shook his head.
"I'll also give you the Breath of Hongmeng."
Huan Ti still shook his head.
"I'll also give you a piece of Phecda Clay." Mo Wuji gritted his teeth as he said this.
Huan Ti stared at Mo Wuji in astonishment. "You even have the Phecda Clay?"
It wasn't that Huan Ti was shocked. This thing was truly useful to him. Back then, for the sake of a piece of Phecda Clay, countless people died. Eventually, the Phecda Clay should have been lost in his Gods Tower.
"Just tell me if it works or not. I like things to be straightforward. "Mo Wuji could only bear with his unhappiness. Now, he was the one asking for help.
Sighing, Huan Ti said, "I have no choice. It's not that I don't want to trade with you. If I really have a way, I will definitely ask for a life for a life. If you let me go, I will tell you the method to break the seal. Unfortunately, I can't solve the Needle-Head Book. "
Mo Wuji inhaled a breath of cold air. Even a Sage could not solve the Needle-Head Book. Moreover, the meaning behind Huan Ti's words was clear. This Needle-Head Book was meant to kill. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said something like exchanging a life for a life.
Mo Wuji was very disappointed. If he was really going to die, he should at least save Ji Li and kill Huan Ti before he died.
Seemingly sensing Mo Wuji's killing intent, Huan Ti sighed. "Dao Friend Mo, I can feel your killing intent. I know that if you are unable to solve the Needle-Head Book, I will probably die in front of you right? "
Mo Wuji didn't reply. This was inevitable. If he was going to die, he definitely wouldn't allow a living Huan Ti to exist in his world.
Huan Ti hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Dao Friend Mo, I've heard of a very strange method to solve the Needle-Head Book. However, this method is slightly ridiculous. First, one has to ignite one's primordial spirit …"
"Ignite my primordial spirit?" Mo Wuji asked shockingly.
Huan Ti nodded. "That's right. Ignite your primordial spirit. After being struck by the Needle-Head Book, the first thing you need to do is to use your own dao spirituality to wrap around the Needle-Head Book. Thereafter, you need to pull it out in the shortest time possible. Clearly, you didn't do that. Once the Needle-Head Book turns into dao spirituality, half of it will wrap around the primordial spirit and fuse with it. No matter how strong you are, you won't be able to remove the Needle-Head Book until your primordial spirit disintegrates.
You should know how important a cultivator's primordial spirit is. Once the primordial spirit is ignited, it would be equivalent to destroying one's dao foundation. Moreover, even if you ignite your primordial spirit, you wouldn't be able to completely remove the dao spirituality of the Needle-Head Book. What's even more terrifying is the torment that no one would be able to endure. "
"Then what?" Mo Wuji hurried to ask.
Huan Ti chuckled. "After igniting your primordial spirit, your little life would be temporarily preserved. Thereafter, you would use your remaining lifespan to force out the remaining dao spirituality of the Needle-Head Book."
Even though Huan Ti mentioned a method, it was as good as not saying anything at all. According to Huan Ti, you would still die eventually.
Mo Wuji had heard of a terrifying magic treasure like the Needle-Head Book. Back on Earth, he had heard of the Needle-Head Seven Arrows Book. In the past, Mo Wuji didn't care much about these rumours. China had a long history. It wasn't a big deal to have a few myths and legends.
After obtaining the Heavenly Spirit Transformations, Mo Wuji knew that this world was far from what he understood. Even though he didn't know, it didn't mean that it didn't exist.
Huan Ti suggested a method that couldn't be eradicated. Igniting one's primordial spirit.
To other cultivators, this might be useful. But to Mo Wuji, it was completely useless. He didn't even have a primordial spirit. All he had was his sea of consciousness and the violet lake within it. Without a primordial spirit, how was he going to ignite his primordial spirit?
Mo Wuji sighed and said to Huan Ti. "I'm really sorry. Sage Huan Ti, I have to get rid of you. I have no way to save myself. "
Seeing the old fellas appear one after another, Huan Ti felt a tinge of unwillingness in his heart. Initially, he thought highly of Mo Wuji. However, he didn't even manage to dodge God Emperor Ming Yue's Needle-Head Book. This was simply …
"Wait …" Huan Ti stopped Mo Wuji's actions. "I'm currently in your world and I can't do anything. You can kill me before you die. There's no rush. Given your methods, you can live for a long time even if you ignite your primordial spirit. "
Mo Wuji said faintly. "I don't want to ignite my primordial spirit. Therefore, you can only leave first."
"Dao Friend Mo, I'm willing to give you a strand of my great dao soul for you to use. You should know that if something really happens to you, I will definitely die too. "Huan Ti added.
Mo Wuji asked in astonishment. "Dao Friend Huan Ti, I remember that you were in a hurry to die. Why do you want to live now?"
To a Sage, giving away a strand of his great dao soul for someone else to use was equivalent to selling his everything. His life would be in Mo Wuji's hands. Mo Wuji could kill him at any time. Moreover, if something happened to Mo Wuji, Huan Ti would be in trouble too.
Mo Wuji had used this method back in the Cultivation World. He had a servant called Chanse in Zhen Xing. According to Mo Wuji's senses, Chanse should still be alive. It was just that he didn't know where he was. If he included Huan Ti, he would have two servants.
However, Huan Ti was different from Chanse. He was a Sage.
Seemingly knowing what Mo Wuji was thinking, Huan Ti sighed. "I can sense that this world of yours isn't ordinary. Even though I'm slightly shocked that you were injured by Ming Yue, I still think highly of you. I'm sure that if I don't do this, you will kill me without hesitation. I don't want to die temporarily. Therefore, I can only give you my soul imprint. "
After saying this, Huan Ti laughed self-deprecatingly. "Sages … Sages are only so. I've seen through them."
Huan Ti looked at Mo Wuji calmly. He had decided. If Mo Wuji didn't agree, he would end his own life. Sages also had their own pride. The reason why he did this was because he wasn't willing, an intense unwillingness. He hadn't seen Luo Xu die. He hadn't taken his revenge.
Another reason was because he thought highly of Mo Wuji's complete world. This world was the strongest world he had ever seen. He had a premonition that when Mo Wuji matured, he might even surpass Sages.
Even though this wasn't realistic, he, Huan Ti, still wanted to take a look. After all, there would be nothing left if he died. If he didn't die, he might still have a chance to take a look.
Moreover, deep in his heart, he had a premonition that Mo Wuji wasn't someone who would die so easily.
"Alright, I agree. You can give me your great dao soul. "Mo Wuji nodded and said to Huan Ti.
Without any hesitation, Huan Ti sent out a trace of his great dao soul. After being imprisoned by Mo Wuji for a period of time, he understood that the pride of a Sage was more important than his life. It wasn't that he couldn't give it up.
With a wave of his hand, Mo Wuji imprinted Huan Ti's great dao soul. Thereafter, he turned and left.
Mo Wuji didn't care about Huan Ti's great dao soul imprint. In fact, he didn't even feel any sense of achievement. He walked to Ji Li's side and placed the Extreme Ice Heavenly Bamboo in her arms. With his current abilities, he wasn't able to save Ji Li. The only thing he could do was to try his best to prevent his world from collapsing after his death.
After doing all this, Mo Wuji entered the process of searching for the dao ripples of the Needle-Head Book's feather arrow.
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