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The word on the title page was a word, but not a word. The changes in his eyes were unpredictable. Sometimes it was like a word, sometimes it was like a picture. As it spun non-stop, it made Long Yu's entire mind slowly sink into it.

Opening the scroll, a piece of text that was stained with the vicissitudes of time rushed towards his face: The world is invisible, the great Dao is invisible, the prosperity ends, and a pile of dirt fell. The spirit of the spirit was hidden in the bodies of humans, demons, and plants. It could not be seen, could not be felt, could not be smelled, could not be heard, and could not be touched unless one's heart was in one's spirit, and one's soul could not be touched ?

"This is the Inscription Master's item!" A bright light shot out from his eyes. He couldn't deny the temptation of the Inscription Master to the people of the world. Even Long Yu couldn't help but be moved at this moment.

When Long Taichuan had introduced the Inscription Master to Long Yu, his mouth was full of yearning ? In Long Taichuan's narration, the Inscriptionist was known as a wizard in ancient times. Whenever disasters and man-made disasters struck, he would draw strange patterns on the altar, and then offer sacrifices to the people of the country.

Later on, as time passed, these strange patterns gradually evolved and eventually became the unique pattern created by the Inscription Master. Driven by the Inscription, it turned into wind, gave birth to fire, and gave birth to life ? Ten thousand years ago, a man named Qajah traveled in all directions, collecting pictures that had special effects in the world. He compiled the Engraved Atlas for everyone to copy, and the term 'Master Tattoo' was mentioned in it.

It was also said that the Wong Dao-nanny was a nine-tailed fox. It was she who discovered the hair on the tip of the fox's tail, tied it with a brush, and used it to make a brush. She dipped the brush in the blood of the beast, and with the tip of the brush moving upstream from the cloud blueprint, she could draw out the pattern of a demon beast, highlighting the spiritual nature of the blood. With Qi Li and his wife helping him, the inscriptionist quickly developed himself on the continent.

The later generation of tattooed masters called the two of them grandmasters and worshiped them for generations.

Whether they were Magi or inscriptionists, they were all extremely rare existences. To be able to find one person amongst ten thousand who could draw the runes and see the intelligence within the bloodwater was already quite good. Not only did it require a martial artist to have extraordinary soul force, but it also required a natural heart. This was because the blood of a demon beast was the most peaceful and pure.

Large drops of sweat appeared out of nowhere on Long Yu's forehead. He could hear his own heart beating powerfully ? Without a doubt, he was truly tempted.

Reading further, the book explained how to capture that wisp of consciousness from the blood, how to dip it in the demon blood, and how to draw it on the cloud diagram. It was all about something extremely basic. Under Jia Lianzhu's urging to paint, Long Yu felt that he could now imitate the painting god Wu Daozi's < Autumn Suburb Horse Drinking Diagram > and use it as a facade ?

Finally, when he flipped to the end, a dozen odd patterns appeared. He could actually see all of them clearly. High up in the air, the old monster was staring at Long Yu, trying to find any traces of confusion on his face. But after a long time, Long Yu didn't feel any discomfort on his face.

"How is this possible?" If the old monster was not wrong, then although there were only a dozen or so lines in the scroll, it clearly saw that one of the hidden diagrams was a rank 3 pattern. How come there was not even a little bit of discomfort?

Soul force is not divided into five levels: Beginner's Perception, Minute Subtlety, Origin Returning, Saint Initiation, and Spirit Communication. Different kinds of soul force can only draw the corresponding patterns. If they are forced to draw, the lightest person's spirit palace will be in chaos, and their thoughts will be in chaos. The heavyweight person will not be able to wake up, their soul force will be damaged, and they will become a cripple from now on!

For example, a tattoo master whose soul force stepped into the elementary level could only draw rank 1 and 2 runes. A rank 3 rune didn't even mention drawing it, even just looking at it would make one feel as if the world was spinning ?

Back then, when Long Yu's soul force had undergone a change, the old monster clearly sensed it. Long Yu had at most just entered the elementary level. For a ten-year old boy, the elementary level was indeed extraordinary, but it couldn't be like this!

He was still puzzled. The old monster continued to ponder. From below, Long Yu had already found the inscriptions left behind by the inscriptionist, as well as the demon beast blood and cloud blueprints. He was now attempting to draw them!

The old monster simply didn't have time to stop him; he was truly a newborn calf that wasn't afraid of a tiger. He had just read the introduction scroll and was already beginning to draw the lines.

He dipped the brush into the golden blood and the entire process went smoothly. Even when he moved along the cloud blueprint, he still did not procrastinate. What was he trying to do? Actually, Long Yu didn't know what he was doing either. However, a voice of desire sounded out from the bottom of his heart, as if he had never seen such a brush before. The cloud diagram was specially prepared for him, waiting for them to grant them life.

At the moment, Long Yu was drawing a Level 1 Swift Steps Diagram, which could speed up a martial artist's cultivation for a short period of time. Even if they were injured, their body would be as light as a swallow, escaping danger. Without actually interacting with demon beasts, Long Yu probably didn't know what the Swift Steps Diagram depicted.

However, after seeing the various birds that swam freely in the water of the Lunar Mirror, their slightly arched wings and slightly drooping tail tips, these arcs slowly gathered together and formed a bird-like pattern in the heart!

Since he wanted to unearth the spirituality within the demonic beast's blood, he had to use the shape of the demon beast. Otherwise, where would the concept of Spirit Awareness come from ?

Once he connected the two, he would write it like the wind. He had only seen the Swift Steps Diagram once and had never seen it a second time. However, this level of confidence in his calligraphy was incomparable even to that of the inscriptionists. As the brush was moving around, the dark gray cloud blueprint would occasionally emit a dim light. In less than ten breaths of time, when Long Yu lightly raised the brush, the cloud blueprint shone out a ray of light and floated into the air, rolling up a breeze ?

Old Demon Nebula only felt that his years of life had been in vain, and that his brain was not enough! What else could he say other than to say 'dog shit luck'? If Long Yu knew that the old monster's attitude was like this, he would be puzzled. If the old monster had been living in Nebula Valley all this time, how would he know that the inscriptionist had a cultivation technique and such?

The Inscription Pattern Book was naturally formed, and by chance, he obtained it.

In fact, all the inscriptionists on the continent had always been stuck in a misunderstanding. Before they decided to become an inscriptionist, almost all of the inscriptionists had copied out the inscriptions over and over again, never dabbling in other aspects.

To paint the landscape, landscape painting and other kinds of behavior are often scoffing, think that this is an unprofessional, idle performance. The inscriptions that the inscriptionist needed were all inscriptions. No matter how good the other things were, wasn't it a waste of time to draw them?

What he did not know was that this point exposed one of the most important drawbacks of an Inscription Master; he was in too much of a hurry to make quick progress. That's right, but copying soul force can help you understand the patterns faster. As long as you have the slightest bit of comprehension, as long as you have enough demon beast blood and the Cloud Diagram, you can more or less draw a few patterns.

In recent years, this pattern had indeed increased to that of a group of Inscriptionists, but what happened after that? Once he reached a certain level, he could no longer go forward by merely copying. At that time, the strength of the Inscription Master would be apparent.

The faster they become, the less creative they tend to be. Truly high-level inscriptionists don't show their true abilities in the beginning and often make mistakes like this or that, but in the end they won the insignia master's highest honor, which is creating a map. If they were only copying the patterns for their entire lives, how would they be able to create a new pattern?

The light dimmed and slowly fell into Long Yu's hands. He looked at the walking pattern in his hands, and for a moment, it seemed as if the thing in his hands wasn't a simple drawing, but a small bird. This feeling was very strange, and even Long Yu found it difficult to maintain his composure.

He didn't know what the scroll said, but what was the spirit in the blood that he was trying to capture? He only knew that when he drew the inscriptions just now, when the tip of the brush touched the cloud chart, it felt as if it had fallen to the ground and taken root. The brush flew like the clouds and flowing water, and he seemed to have heard a life buried deep within the darkness, and he longed to break free from the shackles of fate, crying out with all his heart ?

"So it's not that difficult to draw a pattern diagram either ?" After waving his hand and recovering his physical strength, Long Yu stood up once again.

Old Demon Nebula turned his head and simply remained silent. Right now, he was extremely special and was no longer willing to pay attention to Long Yu. No matter how lonely he was, he didn't want to feel depressed in his heart!

"Open the door! Old Monster, open the door!" Carrying the ghost blade on his back, Long Yu stood in front of the door. At this moment, the starlight was overflowing and the night had unknowingly arrived. He couldn't help but rub his empty stomach. He hadn't eaten for almost a day.

"If you don't open it, open it yourself!" The old monster shouted in anger and no longer spoke.

Eh? Long Yu didn't seem to have offended it this day, who was the old monster angry at? " If you really don't open it, then I'll break the door? " Slowly moving the ghost blade behind his back forward, Long Yu slowly said. Sometimes, he really couldn't figure out what kind of existence this old monster was. Previously, when he had paused on the Nebula Tree, he had paid attention to it and did not feel that it had the same life as the old monster. This meant that the old monster was alone in Nebula Valley.

Just as he finished speaking, the tree vines blocking in front of Long Yu unwillingly cracked open a hole that could only fit one person. Carrying the ghost head blade on his back, although his steps were slow, every step he took was abnormally firm.

However, just as Long Yu was standing outside the door, a series of orderly thumps could be heard, followed by an earth-shaking shout.

"Greetings, Boss!" Long Yu's steps swayed, and he almost fell to the ground. When he saw the group of demonic beasts crawling on the ground, he couldn't help but hiss out a breath of cold air.

What was he trying to do?