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"It seems that the Guang Ming group can't stay still any longer. Last time, they teamed up to plot against Elune and me. Now that Nicole is here, the situation in the continent will become even more chaotic. You must be prepared." After all, our powers are only used to push people in the dark. Werther said, "I understand." So I came here this time because I hope to have a peaceful environment. I want to train in seclusion. " Melia asked with interest, "Training method?" What kind of training method was this? Magic or combat power? Or your magical power system? " Werther smiled. "No comment on this. You'll know when I come out."

After settling Vivian down, Werther borrowed a quiet room and started his closed door cultivation. What did he comprehend? The magic of the Eight Trigrams Immortal Furnace! Werther originally planned to start refining this immortal treasure right after he had cultivated to the level of the Sun God. However, there were too many trivial matters that had calmed him down, so he started to do what he had wanted to do for a long time. The sea of consciousness was still roiling. It was filled with the power of the mind and soul. It was vast and endless. Who knew how many there were. A sun god rose and fell above the sea, hanging in the endless starry sky above his head. The words "Supreme Purity Scripture" in the form of a giant "Dao" were still hanging in the air. Below it was the incomparably mysterious Violet Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Instantly, his face changed as he transformed into the incarnation of a Dao Sovereign. Holding the Jade Ruyi and the Primal Chaos Diagram in his hand, with Yin and Yang energies intertwining endlessly above his head, he stepped on the Eight Trigrams, donning a water and fire robe, his face solemn and hands moving together, he formed a series of hand seals, each of these hand seals struck the Eight Trigrams Furnace, causing the originally calm Eight Trigrams Furnace to tremble. Then, with a flash of purple and gold light, the Eight Trigrams Furnace moved out of its original position, arriving in front of the incarnation of the Dao Sovereign.

The method of controlling the Eight Trigrams Furnace was recorded in the code that was passed down from Lou Sanguan's past generations. However, Werther did not have enough cultivation to practice it, and now he had just barely reached the level needed for the Eight Trigrams Furnace. The avatar opened its mouth and spat out a stream of Samadhi True Fire, which flew towards the Eight Trigrams Furnace. As previously mentioned, Werther's Samadhi True Fire was formed by the accumulation of the heavens, earth, and man. It was an unparalleled ability that allowed one to understand nature and invent one's own will, and it had an indescribable effect on refining immortal artifacts like the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

After being burnt by the pure Samadhi True Fire, the Eight Trigrams Furnace emitted waves of clear sound, as if the moon shined on a great river, and a spring surged into the depths of a forest. It was indescribably quiet and elegant. When Werther saw that there was a door, he was overjoyed and worked even harder. The Samadhi True Fire gushed out like money, and his hands were not idle either as he continuously formed hand seals. As the primordial flames and the mantra continued to be refined, the Eight Trigrams Furnace's sound became more and more intense. It was like the rain hitting a banana, and the ocean was overflowing.

Werther's Dao-heart was firm and pure as usual. He was not swayed by the various voices and colors, and he continued to refine it with rapt attention. After an unknown period of time, there was suddenly no sound at all. The Violet Gold Eight Trigrams Furnace also stopped moving. After a while, rumbling sounds suddenly came from inside, as if a pot of boiling soup was being boiled. Werther's spirits were lifted, knowing that this was the sign that the Eight Trigrams Cauldron was about to open, so he didn't dare to hesitate and continued to increase his horsepower. The Samadhi True Fire consumed a great amount of energy each time. Even though Werther had accumulated a lot of Zhen Qi, he still found it difficult to continue such continuous refining. However, this was a crucial moment, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

With the depletion of his true qi and spirit. The original thirty-meter-tall avatar was now only thirty feet tall. Just when Werther felt that the supply of true energy was insufficient and that all his efforts were about to be wasted, he heard a clear cry from the Eight Trigrams Furnace. It was like an immortal decree ringing in Werther's ears. Accompanied by a burst of celestial sound, the mysterious Eight Trigrams Furnace was finally activated!

Golden light! Golden light was everywhere! A blinding golden light! Werther instinctively wanted to avoid him, but now was not the time to show weakness. Gritting his teeth, he exerted all his strength, and a ball of purple gas rose from the Sun God's body. It was Werther who flew up with a trace of his own truesoul and forcibly entered the Eight Trigrams Furnace to refine and break the seal inside. All treasures had their own intelligence, especially those that were born in the Upper Sky Realm. Most of them were self-created, and only when their masters refined them could they truly take them back for their own use.

As soon as Werther's truesoul entered the Eight Trigrams Furnace, it immediately began to feel the strength of the restrictions. Generally speaking, the more restrictions a treasure had, the stronger it would be, and the higher the quality and power of the treasure would be. When Werther finished feeling it, he sucked in a breath of cold air. The quality and rank of the Eight Trigrams Furnace greatly exceeded his expectations. There were actually 33 layers of restrictions inside! In addition, every layer of the Inhibition Formation emitted faint fluctuations of extremely powerful energy. With Werther's current strength, he might even be able to completely refine the first layer.

Werther's truesoul flew back after a circle, because he wasn't confident he could successfully refine it, especially in a situation of extreme exhaustion. Right now, Werther's heart was filled with shock. His vision was very broad, and he knew some secrets of immortals. Legend has it that before the opening of the world, there were many spiritual treasures born in this world. These treasures contained the laws of the Great Dao, and they were known as the treasures of the Innate Realm. There were forty-nine Innate Inhibition Formations, so no matter how many Innate Inhibition Formations there were, there wouldn't be forty-nine. However, there were thirty-three Innate Inhibition Formations in the Eight Trigrams Furnace, which meant that this treasure must be a Innate Treasure. Werther felt as if he had been knocked unconscious.

As for the reason why it had fallen into the hands of the previous sect leaders, it would also be easy to explain. It should have been given to him by the founder of the Dao Sect, Mr. Yin Xi, and passed down from generation to generation. However, given how almighty a Daofather was, he should have already known that the Eight Trigrams Furnace would end up in his hands, and he should have teleported himself as a result of it. Werther raised his head and looked at the sky above his sea of consciousness as if he had traveled through time and space to face the Daofather. Then, he sighed dejectedly. To a Daofather, he was nothing more than an ant. No matter how angry or frustrated he was, all he could do was endure it.

At this moment, the Eight Trigrams Furnace that had been opened began to undergo a new change. A streak of purple gas flew out from within, twisting and changing in the air above the Eight Trigrams Furnace before finally transforming into a fat baby. This baby had a pigtail that shot into the sky. Two chubby little arms swung back and forth, two legs swung back and forth, and a little red face stared at Werther with two small eyes.