The Great Ruler: Reborn as Mu Chen, sweeping across the vast world!

Pastoral territory, pastoral city.

Mu Chen walked slowly down the corridor, his black clothes making his figure appear even more upright. A bird perched quietly on his shoulder.

It was a sparrow, its entire body covered with grayish-brown feathers, interspersed with some dark spots, and its tail feathers were short; it was an ordinary-looking bird.

It stood quietly on Mu Chen's shoulder, its small, black bean-like eyes occasionally darting around as it surveyed the surrounding scenery, and occasionally using its beak to groom the downy feathers at the base of its wings, appearing very docile.

Anyone who saw it would think it was just an ordinary little pet that had been tamed by a boy.

Only Mu Chen knew what terrifying existence lurked within this seemingly harmless little sparrow.

Even he had to exert almost all his strength to suppress it!

Nine Netherworlds.

Since the deal was made in the Black Abyss that day, Jiuyou has restrained its monstrous black flames, which were powerful enough to burn the heavens and boil the seas, and its enormous body, transforming into this form and following Mu Chen's side.

In her words, with the heavenly tribulation imminent, maintaining her original form would easily lead to disaster, and this form was the most effortless.

Mu Chen had no objection to this.

He cultivated in the quiet room of the Mu Mansion for several days, repeatedly familiarizing himself with the Emperor's Double Pupil technique until his mind could operate without any stagnation, before finally emerging from seclusion.

It was already afternoon outside the window, and the sunlight was just right.

He pushed open the door and stood briefly under the eaves. The gray-brown sparrow on his shoulder fluttered its wings and landed. It glanced at him with its small, black eyes, then turned its head to preen its feathers, looking indifferent.

Mu Chen smiled and ignored it.

His father, Mu Feng, had mentioned earlier that he had found him a guide on the spirit array, and now that everything was temporarily settled, it was the perfect time.

He passed through several courtyards and arrived at a secluded courtyard on the west side of the mansion.

Dark green vines climbed the courtyard wall, the gate was ajar, and the interior was quiet, quite different from the atmosphere of other parts of the mansion.

Pushing open the door, I saw a stone table and benches placed under an old locust tree in the courtyard.

A middle-aged man dressed in a gray-white robe was sitting on a stone bench, with an old roll of parchment spread out in front of him. He was pointing at it with his finger, looking focused.

He was thin and gaunt, with a serious face and a naturally downturned mouth, as if he was born unable to smile.

It was Wen Ling, the first-level spirit array master of the Mu Domain.

Hearing footsteps, Wen Ling raised her head and looked at Mu Chen. Her expression was not much, and she simply bowed respectfully.

The sparrows flew silently to the top of the locust tree branch and hid in the shadows of the leaves.

"Now that the young master is here, let's begin learning spirit arrays," Wen Ling said after they had taken their seats.

"Please speak," Mu Chen listened attentively, his expression serious.

"The so-called spirit array, simply put, is to form a resonance of spiritual power in a special way, thereby triggering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to achieve the effect of offense and defense."

"However, inducing this kind of resonance is extremely complex and difficult..."

Wen Ling explained the basics to Mu Chen, allowing him to digest these fundamental concepts, and then slowly raised her long, slender right hand.

Mu Chen's gaze fell on his fingertips.

A glimmer of spiritual light appeared at the fingertip, materializing rapidly and eventually forming five intricately designed spiritual seals.

"This is a spirit seal," Wen Ling's voice rang out at the opportune moment, "an indispensable element for setting up a spirit array..."

As he spoke, he flicked his finger lightly.

The five spiritual seals flew out of his hand, disappearing silently into the air like water droplets merging into the ocean.

call!

A rather fierce gust of wind suddenly swept up from the ground in the courtyard, making the locust leaves rustle and the paper on the stone table flutter.

The wind came quickly and went quickly, disappearing without a trace after a few breaths, and the courtyard returned to calm, as if the gust of wind was just an illusion.

Mu Chen seemed to be deep in thought. With his strength, he could naturally see the small spirit array that had merged into the air.

"This is just a third-rate spirit array, not even worthy of being called a level one spirit array..."

"Generally speaking, the more powerful the spirit array, the more spirit seals it requires, and the more difficult it is to control them..."

"Spiritual seals are the foundation for setting up formations, but besides that, there is another indispensable element..."

"And the array diagrams, like those of spirit array masters, are divided into nine levels..."

After Wen Ling finished explaining the relevant knowledge about spirit arrays, she flipped her hand, took out a jade slip, and handed it to Mu Chen.

"The cultivation method for the Spirit Seal is contained here. Try to see if you can cultivate it."

"In a way, this is a basic test for beginners. If you feel clumsy and slow while practicing, then you can stop."

"Because this means you are not sensitive to the spiritual seal, which means you don't have this talent."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen took the jade slip and, without saying anything more, closed his eyes and began to accept the spiritual seal cultivation method contained within the jade slip.

He raised his right hand, extending his index finger.

In just two or three breaths, a spark of inspiration quietly appeared at Mu Chen's fingertips!

A spiritual seal is formed!

Then came the second, the third...

More and more spiritual lights suddenly appeared in the air around Mu Chen's body!

If you count them carefully, there are a total of five hundred!

Wen Ling's expression shifted from shock to bewilderment, and then to disbelief and disorientation...

Five hundred spirit seals were formed on the first attempt?

At this moment, Mu Chen slowly raised his eyes.

He looked at Wen Ling, who was almost speechless, let out a soft breath, and a somewhat satisfied expression appeared on his face. He then said:

"Mr. Wen, the condensation of this spiritual seal seems... not too difficult."

The locust tree leaves rustled softly in the breeze, filtering down fragmented dappled sunlight onto the stone table and onto Wen Ling's frozen face.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a muffled, almost suffocating sound came out of his throat.

The five hundred spiritual seals floated quietly around Mu Chen, their spiritual light flowing around them, so stable that they didn't tremble at all, as if they were born to be there.

"Not too difficult...?"

Wen Ling finally regained her voice.

His eyes darted around, his gaze shifting from the spirit seals to Mu Chen's calm face, then back again, repeating this several times, as if trying to confirm whether he had fallen into some absurd dream.

When he first started learning, it took him a full half month to condense five spirit seals!

But there are five hundred of them!

This is no longer a matter of talent; it's that Wen Ling's limited imagination is unable to find a suitable description for the scene before her.

In the face of true "divine and demonic power," all common sense and experience are as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

Seeing that Wen Ling remained silent for a long time, staring blankly at him, Mu Chen had a slight thought, and the five hundred spiritual seals around him disappeared silently.

He knew he was incredibly talented, but he never imagined others would be so incapable of accepting his abilities…

The courtyard returned to tranquility, with only the soft rustling of the wind through the leaves.

"Mr. Wen?" Mu Chen called out again.

Wen Ling jolted suddenly, as if she had been pulled out of deep water. She took a long breath and then slowly exhaled.

When he looked at Mu Chen again, his eyes were completely different, filled with a complex emotion that was almost like that of a pilgrim.

"Young Master... I cannot teach you!"