Chapter 659: Power of the Immortal-Nurturing Glazed Lamp, Fusion of Spirit Tools
Shen Mo sat down and immediately retrieved various tools from his storage pouch.
First and foremost was the Immortal-Nurturing Glazed Lamp.
This damaged sacred artifact could merge two spirit tools into one.
Shen Mo had long planned to use its power to fuse the spirit tools in his possession and enhance their might.
He simply had never had the free time to do so.
Now that he finally had a moment of leisure, he naturally set to work right away.
Shen Mo infused his consciousness into the Immortal-Nurturing Glazed Lamp and discovered that there was still some strange, transparent liquid residue at the bottom of the lamp.
This was likely the essence upon which the lamp relied to perform fusion.
"I wonder how many more times this liquid can be used for fusion."
"Better start with merging the Earth-Splitting Armor and the Gilded Dragon Might Armor."
Shen Mo brought out the Earth-Splitting Armor and the Gilded Dragon Might Armor.
The spirit of the Earth-Splitting Armor, Heiyan, appeared immediately.
He said happily, "Master, do you need me now?"
The Earth-Splitting Armor, a Heaven-grade spirit tool, could convert spirit power into spirit essence.
Back in Guzhou, it had indeed been of great help to Shen Mo.
However, Shen Mo's spirit power and vitality had since become extremely refined—far beyond the level that the Earth-Splitting Armor could convert.
Its defensive power had also been completely surpassed by the Gilded Dragon Might Armor, a high-grade sacred artifact.
Thus, the Earth-Splitting Armor had gradually fallen behind.
Still, Shen Mo never discarded it.
He clearly understood that the true value of the Earth-Splitting Armor lay in its spirit, Heiyan, rather than the tool itself.
Shen Mo explained the wondrous properties of the Immortal-Nurturing Glazed Lamp, then calmly asked, "Heiyan, are you willing?"
To Heiyan, the Earth-Splitting Armor was like home.
Now that a new home was being offered, Shen Mo naturally wanted to ask for his consent.
If Heiyan disagreed, then Shen Mo would have to fuse the Taiyi Demon Armor with the Gilded Dragon Might Armor instead.
Heiyan was shocked, "A high-grade… sa—sacred artifact?"
"In my whole life I've never seen such an incredible spirit tool!"
"Master, I'm willing! A thousand times over, I'm willing!"
He was extremely excited.
Master still remembers me!
And he's even going to give me a new home—bigger and more spacious!
Shen Mo nodded in satisfaction.
He poured the transparent liquid from the Immortal-Nurturing Glazed Lamp onto the surface of the Earth-Splitting Armor and the Gilded Dragon Might Armor.
The two spirit tools immediately began to melt.
Where they touched, they started to fuse and intertwine.
However, the process was clearly quite slow.
Heiyan flew out, nervously watching.
Shen Mo simply placed them aside and let them continue fusing on their own.
"There's still a good amount of liquid left, enough for one more fusion."
After a moment of thought, Shen Mo brought out the Heaven-Splitting Sword and the Taiyi Demon Armor.
Tai Er darted out swiftly, grinning cheekily, his face full of sycophantic flattery.
The spirit of the Heaven-Splitting Sword, Ziling, also appeared, though she looked rather bashful.
"Master! I'm willing! No need for more words, I'm willing!" Tai Er spoke up in a rush, afraid of being overtaken by Ziling.
Ziling opened her mouth but said nothing.
Shen Mo nodded slightly, "I have a mid-grade sacred artifact, the Black Dragon Shears. It requires a spirit. Since Ziling says nothing, Tai Er will take the role."
He didn't mind whether Tai Er harbored rebellious thoughts.
As long as his own strength was sufficient, suppressing Tai Er would be no issue.
As for Ziling, she had never once addressed him as master and always showed reluctance.
Even now, she still missed her former master, Martial Ancestor.
In the future, she likely wouldn't cooperate much either.
In that case, she couldn't be given this opportunity.
"Thank you, Master!"
Tai Er was immensely excited, sitting upright with reverence, enduring the baptism of the transparent liquid.
Ziling's expression dimmed with sorrow, retreating back into the Heaven-Splitting Sword.
From beginning to end, Shen Mo didn't say a single word to Ziling.
As a spirit, if you refuse to acknowledge your master and shirk your duties, then you certainly won't be chosen when fortune comes.
Time passed like a white colt galloping past a crack—ten years flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Shen Mo sat motionless in the Heaven-grade cultivation chamber.
Yet his Dao patterns were increasing at an astonishing rate.
The Primal Elephant Manifestation burned with the Nine Nether Ice Flame.
The Undying River Manifestation burned with the Flame of Endless Life.
The Blazing Celestial Eye Manifestation burned with the Sun Essence Fire.
The White Colt Through the Gap Manifestation burned with the Divine Shadow Heavenly Fire's companion treasure, the Divine Shadow Heavenly Slurry.
The Warlord Titan Manifestation burned with the Eight Desolations Battleburst Talisman, containing remnants of the Eight Desolations Battleburst Flame.
All five manifestations were fueled by optimal treasures.
The burning speed of Dao patterns far surpassed that of other Nirvana realm cultivators.
In just two years, Shen Mo's total Dao patterns had surged again, reaching three hundred.
However, not a single manifestation had yet reached one hundred Dao patterns.
After all, the further one progressed, the slower and more difficult the burning became.
Shen Mo opened his eyes and looked ahead.
A newly forged armor now lay before him.
Its surface remained densely covered in firm dragon scales.
It emitted a faint dragon's might.
Yet it perfectly merged with the metallic structure of the Earth-Splitting Armor.
There was no sense of disharmony.
As if it had always been forged that way.
Heiyan emerged from the armor.
His form had become extremely solid—his soul power clearly enhanced.
"Thank you, Master!" he said excitedly.
Shen Mo nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. From now on, there is no more Earth-Splitting Armor—only the Gilded Dragon Might Armor."
"You are its spirit."
Heiyan bowed respectfully. "Yes! I will serve Master with all my heart!"
Shen Mo nodded.
Crude in words, but not in meaning.
Despite his constant use of "I" in dialect, Heiyan was far better than most other spirits.
Just then, a figure shot out from the Black Dragon Shears.
Pitch black, shriveled, and unsightly.
It was Tai Er.
His eyes darted about, seemingly emboldened by the rise in strength after becoming the spirit of the Black Dragon Shears.
Clearly, his long-suppressed rebellious nature was surfacing again.
"Master, can you withstand a strike from the Black Dragon Shears?" Tai Er asked, feigning humility.
Shen Mo gave a faint smile. "Heiyan, teach him a lesson."
"Gladly!"
Heiyan let out a weird laugh and immediately charged forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of beatings resounded within the cultivation chamber.
Moments later, Tai Er lay flat on the ground, busily kissing Shen Mo's boots.
His submissive posture made him look like a natural-born servant.
"Master! My supreme master!"
"Your radiance outshines both sun and moon!"
"Your might surpasses all Saint realm cultivators combined!"
"You are the most powerful master in all the world!"
Tai Er laid it on thick with flattery.
Shen Mo smirked. "You don't want to test how many strikes of the Black Dragon Shears I can take?"
Tai Er shook his head like a rattle drum.
"Never!"
"How could I dare use the Black Dragon Shears against Master!"
"Tai Er lives as Master's spirit, dies as Master's ghost!"
"Tai Er is eternally loyal!"
He puffed out his chest, righteous and proud.
But with that scrawny, sleazy appearance, it was hardly dignified.
Hearing those words in that form—no one could take him seriously.
"Back to the storage ring."
Shen Mo said calmly.
"Yes, yes! Right away!"
Tai Er rolled straight into the storage ring.
Shen Mo let out a soft breath.
Then rose to his feet and pushed open the door.
Ten years of cultivation—gone like a snap of the fingers.
The promise he had once made was now due.
Creak—
The heavy door of the cultivation chamber opened.
Dust billowed outward in thick layers.
But Shen Mo's spirit power surged around him, keeping all filth at bay.
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