Chapter 129 A Beast Skin
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Su Ming yearned to become a Void Realm cultivator. As for his understanding of the Void Realm, apart from that beast skin scroll, it was mostly based on some words spoken by his Master over the past decade or so:
Su Ming knew that what was meant by "opening the dust" was a drastic change, like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, where the condensed blood lines in the body reached a certain level and suddenly dispersed, forming wild blood. On one's own body, using one's own wild blood, a pattern was drawn.
Everyone's tattoos are different, and there is no identical tattoo in this world. Even if they look similar, there will be differences. As for what kind of tattoo to draw, it depends on the individual, searching for that mysterious feeling.
Similarly, if you can't find the right feeling, you have to force yourself to draw a rough outline, but once you do that, your actual skill will be much weaker.
Therefore, there are some who have clearly entered the realm of Kai Chen, but still choose not to draw the tattoo. They do not want to leave any regrets, so they stubbornly stay at that stage, searching for that indescribable feeling.
Once the tattoo is drawn, it cannot be changed in this life. The more intricate the pattern, the harder the cultivation will be. It can't compare to those with simple tattoos, but despite the difficulty, if one can achieve great success, then the complex tattooed ones will surpass others of the same rank and become quite powerful!
The degree of success in entering the Kaicheng realm is necessarily linked to the number of Bloodlines, the more Bloodlines there are, the greater the chance of success, and the more numerous they are, the stronger one will be at the beginning of the Kaicheng.
Even if one's bloodline reaches 950 or higher, once they enter the Dust Opening stage, they will be unable to resist in the early stages of the Dust Opening. Although their strength is still not comparable to those in the middle stages of the Dust Opening, within the early stages, they can be considered a strong practitioner.
It's just that the number of bloodlines is mostly only around 781, even if it increases again, it's hard to reach 900. In this way, unless one has great determination, great willpower, and great luck, and is extremely confident in oneself, or has tribal protection, no one can persist in increasing their bloodline without falling in that long period of time.
Moreover, once bloodlines reach a certain level, they cannot be increased again simply by the passage of time; even after more than ten years, it is still difficult to increase one's bloodline by just one.
It's hard to start, but if you're satisfied with simplicity, it can be relatively simple. No need to pursue the bloodline of the ancestors, among the 800 or so who started from dust, there are also those who aren't, everything is different due to people's intentions.
Once the dust is opened, no matter what method is used, after drawing a fierce pattern, one must rely on the initial power of the fierce pattern to refine an object within their own body. This object will become the first life-bound fierce artifact for a strong opener of the Dust Realm!
This instrument is of great importance to every one who opens a dusty border.
Therefore, those who have cultivated to the peak of the Condensed Blood Realm and have the opportunity to enter the Open Dust at any time will prepare such items in advance, so that they can avoid not having a good sacrificial object after entering the Open Dust, which would bring inconvenience and regret to themselves.
Unless they are the proud sons of powerful tribes, who don't need to prepare themselves, as their elders will have already prepared everything for them in advance. After all, opening a dust is a big deal for any medium-sized tribe.
For such items, Su Ming had once heard his grandfather mention that in order to prevent rejection when using them in a ritual, one must first condense a drop of their own blood and drip it onto the item. This action must be repeated at regular intervals, only then can a connection between the user's energy and blood be established, avoiding accidents when opening the seal later on.
At this moment, in Su Ming's hand, the white stone box had a white diamond-shaped leaf. The shape of the leaf was strange, but its veins were clear, and it was indeed a real leaf.
There was a drop of fresh blood on the leaf, and this blood was not much left, it became sticky, in the veins of this leaf, nearly 30% of the position had become red.
"This is the sacrificial object that Fengfeng has prepared for its opening!" Su Ming gazed at the white leaves in the box, his eyes flashing with excitement. The value of this thing far exceeded those stone coins, and it could even be said to be inestimable.
For those who are prepared for Kaicheng, it may not have much effect, but for those who are not well-prepared, the value of this thing is enough to make them spend all their family's wealth.
This object was placed in a valuable stone box by He Feng, and it's clearly not an ordinary item. After all, he was once a member of the Huashan Sect, and although the sect has been destroyed, if they could leave behind something like this purple bag, they must have also left behind other precious items, as well as excellent techniques for opening the dust and refining the soul.
Staring at the leaf inside the stone box, Su Ming's right hand lifted and lightly tapped on it. The power of Qi and blood surged in under the shock, and the fresh blood on the leaf was suddenly popped up and flew out, turning into a ball of flames in mid-air, burning without a trace.
Although there was no longer any blood of the He family on it, in the veins of that leaf, some had already merged and could not be driven out for a short time, but Su Ming was patient.
"If I don't find a better one, if there really is an opening day, then I will use this object as a sacrifice." Su Ming carefully covered the stone box and his gaze fell on the last item:
That jet-black mask seemed to absorb light.
He picked up the mask, Su Ming looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see anything unusual. He hesitated and lowered his head to look at He Feng who was still unconscious, then got up and walked to He Feng's side, slowly covering He Feng's face with the mask. His expression was cautious, as he covered He Feng's face with the mask, paying attention to any changes in her body, but until the mask was on He Feng's face, there was no change at all.
The mask was pitch black, and after covering He Feng's face, it made him seem like a completely different person. Especially since the mask didn't have holes for all five senses, only two small openings for the eyes, which gave off an eerie feeling. Su Ming furrowed his brow, just about to remove the mask, when suddenly his expression changed.
In his gaze, Hefeng's body at this moment seemed to have a vague intention, as if it had become blurred, the only clear thing was that mask.
Su Ming let out a soft hum, removing the mask from He Feng's face. He carefully examined He Feng's body and observed his internal energy and blood flow to confirm that there were no changes in him compared to before. Only then did he put his mind at ease, took a few steps back, and was about to try putting the mask on his own face.
But Su Ming hesitated for a moment and didn't put it on. Instead, he looked at it several times before putting it back into the purple bag.
"Heifeng's mind is too deep, can't be careless! " Su Ming was silent, among these items, the most suspicious one was this mask, but he couldn't confirm it. After collecting all the remaining items, he looked at Heifeng's unconscious body, took out the medicinal herbs needed for the Refining Soul Devouring Powder, and poked holes in Heifeng's body, following the refining method in his mind, and applied them one by one on top."
Those herbs looked ordinary to Su Ming, but after they were applied to He Feng's body, they withered at a speed visible to the naked eye and soon disappeared into those blood holes.
Witnessing this scene, Su Ming was not surprised. Instead, a sharp light flashed in his eyes. In the steps of the Soul Stealing Seal that existed in his mind, there was a description of what he saw before him. This showed that He Feng's body conformed to the requirements of the seal and should be a very good candidate for the Grass Body Technique.
Although these herbs wither, they actually leave seeds in the body of He wind, and use this body as a tripod to grow slowly. When it reaches a certain degree, it can be evaluated and refined.
After planting all the herbs at a moderate pace, Su Ming sat cross-legged on one side, took out the black bone from Handan City, and took out the white bone from the Wind Bag. After comparing them, he took out two herbs from the bag to help the bones grow, and buried them on top.
For a short time, Su Ming couldn't tell them apart, so he put these two pieces of Fu Tou and He Feng together.
"If this white bone can be used, then I'll refine the Soul-Stealing Powder, and all that's left to find are three herbs and a piece of beast bone:"
Those three herbs, I don't know how many kinds of Fangmu can be found." Su Ming thought for a moment, then stopped thinking about it and took out the beast skin and wooden slip from the wind bag. In this quiet cave, he looked at them.
"What He Feng said, the hidden treasure land, doesn't have to rush there first, wait until everything is safe, and then go get it later, but I don't know what kind of treasure it is..." Su Ming thought while looking at the wooden slip.
Time slowly passed, and soon it was two days. During these two days, Su Ming sometimes went to observe his "medicine cauldron", sometimes went to look at the two Ding, Gu and Zhi Cao, and paid more attention to the changes in the outside world. Except for this, the rest of the time was spent learning the technique of branding on wooden slips.
This technique, as He Feng said, is indeed wonderful and not difficult to cultivate. However, this branding technique does not use the power of internal Qi and blood. Although Su Ming has already mastered this technique, he can't grasp its essence and can't display it.
He lifted his right hand, awkwardly making a gesture as if pinching his fingers, pushing forward several times, but without any feeling.
"What kind of technique is this?" Su Ming rubbed his head, looking at He Feng who was still unconscious, and dispelled the idea of waking him up. This person's body was slightly trembling while he was unconscious, as if he was in extreme pain. If he were to be woken up, it would undoubtedly lead to more trouble, especially since the Xuan Lun might have returned by now.
He put away the wooden slips, calmed down and took out the animal skin from the He Feng bag, on which were recorded two barbarian spells. Su Ming had glanced at them hastily a few days ago, but now he focused his mind to study them carefully, however, soon his expression became puzzled.
"Twenty lines of blood can cultivate the barbaric technique, and after ninety-nine lines, it can be brought to its maximum... This beast skin is useless, unless it's something left behind by the Wind Tribe as a memento." Su Ming carefully examined the beast skin before putting it aside, furrowing his brow as he gazed at He Feng who was still unconscious.
"This person's mind is not ordinary, if it's said that leaving something with memories behind is understandable... but... I always feel that something is off." Su Ming grabbed the animal skin beside him again and concentrated on looking at it, but still didn't find anything.
"Could it be that I was wrong......" Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he put the animal skin to his nose, took a sniff, and suddenly his eyes lit up brightly.
But just then, a low rumble suddenly thundered from outside, accompanied by the howling of beasts, as if something unexpected had occurred in the rainforest outside.
Su Ming immediately put away the animal skin, his expression vigilant and hateful, his heart pounding, he arrived at the entrance of the cave, cautiously looking out.
