Additionally, it was apparent that certain forces were deliberately inflating the prices of the Secret Realm Books, openly claiming they involved Divine Separation Stage techniques, inciting loose cultivators to bid against each other.
After obtaining the books, the loose cultivators discovered they couldn’t even recognize the characters within them.
To avoid publicizing their losses, they had no choice but to resell the books under the guise of opportunity, further complicating the black market’s already bizarre situation.
Li Mo’s lips curled into a faint sneer.
He took out paper and pen, then began creating blatant replicas of the manuscripts.
The characters of the True Word Sect were extremely unique, containing an indescribable sense of conception—any fake imitations could be identified at a glance.
However, Li Mo was an anomaly; not only could he recognize some of the characters, but he was also able to replicate them accurately.
In a matter of moments, dozens of manuscripts appeared in his hands, which he handed over to the Futu Hermit to spread across the black market, ready to watch the resulting chaos unfold.
the manuscripts of the True Word Sect lost their value, and the Futu Hermit promptly seized the opportunity to acquire them in bulk.
Without spending many Spirit Stones, Li Mo gained more than ten manuscripts originating from the Secret Realm. After thoroughly studying them, his Primordial Dao Seed underwent a transformation.
Fragments of memory regarding "Buddhist Scriptures" emerged in his mind.
After processing them, Li Mo revisited the manuscripts, experiencing no hesitation as the text now felt as familiar as his native language.
To his disappointment, the manuscripts contained nothing more than ordinary scripture.
"In the Pure Land of Amitabha, all is naturally adorned with the Seven Treasures, namely gold, silver, glass, coral, red pearls, agate, and conch shells, their essences gentle and harmonizing, perfectly embodying the Seven Treasures..."
Li Mo shook his head helplessly. The dozen or so manuscripts were all praises of the Buddhist Sect’s Seven Treasures, completely devoid of the True Word Sect’s magic or techniques.
Mentions of cultivation methods for the Mud Pill Palace were merely cursory.
Li Mo sighed bitterly and instructed the Futu Hermit to continue collecting True Word Sect manuscripts while he quietly awaited the Four Seas Trading Team’s arrival at their destination.
The more manuscripts he browsed, though still devoid of actual cultivation content, the clearer his understanding of the True Word Sect’s cultivation techniques became.
The Mud Pill Palace was the core of the True Word Sect, essentially referring to the brain.
The True Word Sect’s cultivation system revolved around the brain, but the specifics were not something Li Mo could discern from scripture alone.
One thing was clear: the True Word Sect did possess Divine Separation Stage magic.
Presently, Li Mo only had the No-Life Ten Directions Festival that pertained to the Divine Separation Stage, but whether it had any drawbacks remained a mystery. Discovering Divine Separation techniques within the Secret Realm made him even more determined to seize this opportunity.
He sank into meditation, his Dead Baby Stage Dual Nascent Soul steadily advancing his cultivation.
The Four Seas Trading Team took a full six months to approach Five Temples Town. Led by Tang Wu, the Beast Cultivators employed magical artifacts to traverse the clouds.
The entire journey was fraught with danger, largely because too many loose cultivators were headed toward Five Temples Town.
After the Heavenly Sword Sect secretly approved the Devil Sect’s involvement in exploring the True Word Secret Realm, no matter how discreet the trading team was, they inevitably attracted the attention of Demon Cultivators.
Only due to the large number of Four Seas Commerce members, alongside protection from Core Formation level cultivators, did they manage to remain unscathed.
"Let’s stop here; it’s about time we proceed on foot,"
Tang Wu advised, prompting the twenty-some team members to gradually descend to the ground.
No matter how unimpressive the Five Hidden Sword might be, it was still a mid-tier Immortal Sect under the Heavenly Sword Sect and could easily handle the Heart Beast Sect.
The forest was littered with traces left behind by the casting of spells.
Tang Wu, wary though he was, grew increasingly cautious, deploying a mid-grade magical artifact specifically for reconnaissance as they carefully made their way toward Five Temples Town.
Thankfully, there were no major incidents.
Perhaps due to the Five Hidden Sword’s involvement, the closer they got to Five Temples Town, the safer it seemed. At the same time, the air temperature noticeably rose.
"Ah You, have you encountered similar anomalies during your previous visits to Five Temples Town?"
A Beast Cultivator in the Weak Crown Period named Chen You shook his head in denial, clutching his chest as he felt his organs inexplicably heat up.
"The last time I came to Five Temples Town, it was just an ordinary town."
When the Heavenly Sword Sect first acquired the True Word Secret Realm, it allocated a number of entry slots to smaller Immortal Sects.
The Heart Beast Sect received three slots, leaving even Tian Changwen puzzled as to why the Five Hidden Sword had sent them an invitation.
To be cautious, Tian Changwen sent three Weak Crown Period Beast Cultivators into the Secret Realm.
Expecting peril, he was surprised when the Beast Cultivators returned unharmed, even bringing back a significant haul of resources from the True Word Secret Realm.
Tang Wu asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"
Unable to suppress a cough, Chen You spat out several mouthfuls of crimson blood.
"I’m fine, it’s just..."
Before he could finish, raging flames suddenly erupted from his body, rapidly consuming his flesh and bones. In the span of a few breaths, the flames abruptly extinguished.
Chen You lay on the ground, struggling for breath, his eyes filled with confusion and despair.
Tang Wu, alarmed and uncertain, hastily signaled the trading team to halt. "What the hell? Could this be related to Ah You’s previous entry into the Secret Realm?"
An aged, unfamiliar voice suddenly echoed.
Tang Wu instinctively turned his head and saw a hunched elder appear beside him, devoid of any leakage of spiritual power.
The elder turned Chen You over, exposing his grotesquely misshapen back.
The strange flames had utterly incinerated Chen You’s internal organs, leaving only a thin layer of skin tenuously connected by threads of blood.
It resembled a small boat crudely pieced together with flesh and bone.
Chen You was barely clinging to life thanks to his longevity-defying physique. However, the essential Five Organs Corpse Spirit Roots of a Beast Cultivator had been reduced to ash by the flames.
Tang Wu gasped, attempting to halt the elder’s actions, but the elder effortlessly conjured a set of internal organs and began stitching them into Chen You’s body.
The elder’s expertise was evident—he seamlessly reconnected the organs and blood vessels.
Such impeccable surgical skill was something Tang Wu had only seen in Han Cai before, yet even Han Cai paled in comparison to the elder’s calm and unerring precision.