Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Although the Insect Spirit Pact Refining Technique does not require the time-consuming and laborious process of refining the Insect Nest like the Insect Devouring Spirit Technique, it still requires four key secret artifacts: Soul Guiding Needle, Insect-Binding Talisman, Insect-Locking Cauldron, and Spirit Gu Liquid.

These artifacts have unique shapes, but the materials they require are not rare. Mo Fan happens to have enough stock in his current storage space to refine them.

After repeatedly studying the refining method on the jade slip, Mo Fan put the jade slip away, closed his eyes, and sank his mind into his sea of ​​consciousness to begin deducing the refining details.

A moment later, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he opened his mouth and spat out a palm-sized piece of silver metal that floated in front of him.

This is Frost Silver. The moment it appeared, the temperature in the entire secret chamber plummeted by several feet. Layers of white frost instantly condensed on the tables, chairs, beams, and pillars. The cold was bone-chilling, and even the air seemed to freeze. Moreover, the chill was intensifying.

Mo Fan raised an eyebrow, shook his head with a wry smile: "According to the secret manual, the Soul-Guiding Needle only requires a hundred-year-old piece of mithril, but I searched through my storage space and only found this one piece of thousand-year-old mithril..."

This place is unsuitable for refining this secret artifact; otherwise, if the millennia-old chill gets out of control, the entire skyscraper will likely be turned into an ice sculpture.

Before he finished speaking, his figure flickered and disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

When he reappeared, Mo Fan was already standing atop the vast sea of ​​clouds, his robes billowing in the fierce wind.

He raised his hand and waved it, tearing the void apart like a piece of cloth, revealing a pitch-black spatial rift. Without hesitation, he stepped into it, entering a desolate alien space.

Sitting cross-legged, Mo Fan officially began the refining process.

The core materials for the Soul-Guiding Needle are Frost Mithril and one's own blood essence, and the refining process is not complicated.

Golden flames ignited at his fingertips, the primordial fire fused with the laws of fire. The flames enveloped the millennia-old mithril ice, and the metal block rapidly melted into a bright silver liquid. Under the pull of the laws, it condensed into countless silver needles as thin as cow hair.

In less than half an incense stick's time, hundreds of silver needles floated in the air, each radiating a chilling cold, and fine frost flowers condensed in the surrounding space.

"The secret method does not specify the number of needles, but several hundred should be sufficient."

Mo Fan muttered to himself, his left hand making a light stroke on his right wrist with his sword fingers. Crimson blood gushed out, enveloped by his internal energy, soaking hundreds of silver needles in it.

This is a crucial step in the refining of the Soul-Guiding Needle, which requires nourishment with essence and blood, supplemented by sealing techniques, and can only be completed after forty-nine days.

With a thought, the wound on his wrist healed instantly, and he quickly formed hand seals, sending profound magic seals into the blood mass.

Guided by the Dharma seal, the mass of essence blood writhed violently, as if it were alive, constantly striking the silver needle.

Mo Fan's eyes narrowed, and he activated the laws of time, accelerating the flow of time around the blood mass tenfold.

One day outside is equivalent to ten days inside.

He would sometimes re-print the needle to stimulate the activity of the essence and blood, forcing it to penetrate the needle body; at other times, he would remain still and observe the changes in the needle body.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye.

When Mo Fan opened his eyes again, the blood clot in front of him had disappeared, and the hundreds of silver needles were all stained blood red, buzzing and emitting strange and powerful fluctuations.

"The Soul-Guiding Needle is complete!"

A look of joy appeared on his face. He raised his hand and summoned the silver needles, which hovered in his palm like swallows returning to their nests. Feeling the vitality of the blood essence contained within them, Mo Fan nodded in satisfaction and opened his mouth to put them into his storage space.

"Next, it's time to refine the insect-repelling talisman."

As soon as Mo Fan finished speaking, a colossal creature appeared in the alternate dimension with a wave of his hand.

It was a celestial roc with a wingspan of a thousand feet. Its feathers gleamed with a metallic sheen. Even though it was dead, it still exuded the pressure of a peak Saint Venerable.

This was the strongest member of the Qingpeng Clan, who died in the battle for the Boundary Source, and whose body was obtained by Mo Fan in the secret realm.

The insect-repelling talisman requires powerful animal hides and blood as materials, and the Peng (a type of roc) is the king of birds, a natural nemesis of insects, making this Azure Peng the perfect choice.

Mo Fan's fingertips flashed with a cold light as he swiftly peeled off the Qingpeng beast's hide and collected its blood. He then used true fire to temper the hide, removing impurities and creating a flexible talisman. He then used his sword fingers to cut it into three-inch square talisman shapes, cutting hundreds of them in total.

Then, using his fingers as a pen and the essence of the Azure Roc's blood as ink, he concentrated and inscribed witchcraft talismans on the talisman paper.

Perhaps due to his early experience in crafting talismans, the first three talismans were completed in one go, with golden light shimmering as the runes flowed, all of them successful. However, the fourth and fifth talismans shattered due to a mistake in the connection of the runes. Even so, his success rate was still as high as 70%.

It took a whole day to complete the carving of hundreds of talismans. Although dozens of talismans were lost, more than three hundred insect-suppressing talismans were successfully made in the end, each radiating a powerful pressure that suppressed insects.

Next comes the refining of the Spirit Gu Liquid, which is the simplest of the four items.

Mo Fan took out dozens of rare medicinal herbs, such as the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus and the Netherworld Grass, and put them all into a cauldron. Then he cut his wrist again. This time, the blood that flowed out was more than three times more than when he was refining the Soul-Guiding Needle, staining the bottom of the cauldron red.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face turned ashen white instantly. He quickly took the Xuanhuang gourd from his waist and gulped down several mouthfuls of primordial liquid.

After swallowing the elixir, his vital energy rapidly recovered, and his blood and qi surged again, quickly turning his pale face rosy.

Once the medicinal herbs and essence blood have completely fused together, wisps of white mist rise from the cauldron, and a strange, refreshing fragrance permeates the air, indicating that the Spirit Gu Liquid has been successfully refined.

Mo Fan put away the cauldron and thought to himself, "The Soul-Guiding Needle, the Insect-Suppressing Talisman, and the Spirit Gu Liquid are all ready. Only the Insect-Locking Cauldron is missing."

However, that Spirit-Burning Gold-Devouring Scythe Insect Mother is incredibly powerful; an ordinary Insect-Locking Cauldron would likely be insufficient to restrain it. My Purple-Gold Furnace is an ancient artifact, and with the aid of its laws of suppression, it will surely be able to subdue it.

After a moment's thought, he decided to stop refining the Insect-Locking Cauldron.

"Everything is ready, except for returning to the upper realm."

Mo Fan smiled and said, "But before that, I should spend some time with Rou'er and Yao Yao."

After saying that, he vanished into another dimension in a flash.

For the next six months, Mo Fan took Yun Rou and Bai Yaoyao on a tour of the Yuan Yang Continent.

The Yuan Yang Continent of today is no longer the wasteland it once was. Cities stretch endlessly, official roads are bustling with traffic, shops are lined up everywhere, and the atmosphere is lively and bustling. Its prosperity is comparable to that of the Nine Provinces Continent.

All of this is thanks to the Qin Dynasty.

With the Qin Dynasty in charge, it is enough to deter all cultivators with ill intentions on this continent.

What is even more commendable is the Qin Dynasty's laws, which are strict and harsh. Lighter punishments include caning and public humiliation, while more severe punishments include the extermination of nine generations of one's family. Even the most powerful immortal sects must bow down before the law.

"This Great Qin Dynasty is truly extraordinary. In just a few hundred years, it has transformed a wasteland into such a vibrant place."

Looking down at the bustling capital, Yun Rou was filled with amazement. "I sensed at least three Saint Venerable Realm auras in the capital. Their strength is probably no less than that of my Myriad Demon Dynasty."

“That’s not surprising.” Mo Fan smiled slightly and explained, “Emperor Qin is the reincarnation of an ancient human emperor. The reincarnation technique he cultivates is unpredictable. I suspect that he has reincarnated many times. His foundation is far beyond what you and I can imagine.”

In contrast, our Myriad Demon Emperor Dynasty has reached this point through solid, step-by-step progress, which is truly remarkable.

Bai Yaoyao nodded in agreement, then frowned slightly: "Since the Great Qin is already so powerful, why are the experts within its borders still not ascending to the upper realm?"

"The ambitions of the Qin Dynasty are greater than mine."

Mo Fan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "He might be planning something earth-shattering."

However, we have a long history with the Qin Dynasty, so as long as we don't become enemies in the future, there's no need for excessive fear or suspicion.

He reached out and put his arms around the two women's slender waists.

"Let's go back to Kyushu."

"This time, I will lead the entire imperial dynasty to the Upper Realm!"