Divine Transcendence

Galong, performing a ritual dance, came to Wu Sang’s side and scolded in a low voice, "What’s going on?"

"Brother Galong, let me handle this." Wu Sang was also startled by Yuan Ming’s actions and quickly responded.

"I’ve seen that man twice before. He seems to be the incense guest who is learning to make incense from you, Wu Sang. He was so disrespectful to Lord Canine Tooth!" Galong’s face was full of anger, but it was hidden behind his dog-headed mask, invisible to others.

Disturbing the ritual was a great disrespect to Lord Canine Tooth, a grave taboo.

Moreover, he almost lost face in front of so many incense guests and believers. If he messed up the most important annual ritual of the Nine Li Temple, he wouldn’t be able to bear the punishment from the abbot.

"Yes, yes, calm down. I will scold him later and ensure satisfactory compensation for the temple. You still need to oversee the ritual, don’t let this affect it." Wu Sang said in a low voice.

"I’ll settle the score with you later!" Galong, the temple priest, glanced at the many incense guests around him, his expression slightly softened, and he continued his dance.

After quietly apologizing, Wu Sang chased after Yuan Ming.

On the other side, Yuan Ming had returned to his room and locked the door.

He spread out all the incense-making materials he had prepared on the table, picked out a few, and prepared to make incense again. However, this time he had a new ingredient, the incense ash he had just grabbed from the ritual.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Soon, there was an urgent knock on the door.

"Yuan, what’s going on? Why did you disturb Lord Canine Tooth’s ritual?" Along with it was Wu Sang’s angry voice.

"I have a stomachache, don’t bother me. Also, I’ve left my apology at the door, you can give it to Galong." Yuan Ming suppressed his excitement and shouted.

"Is it serious? Do you need help?" Wu Sang asked in surprise.

"Don’t worry, but I need to rest for a while. Don’t disturb me before dusk." Yuan Ming shouted loudly.

After that, he didn’t respond anymore.

Wu Sang tried to push the door but found it locked. He listened at the door for a while but heard nothing. Looking down, he saw a small package under the door.

He bent down to pick up the package, weighed it in his hand, and muttered, "At least he knows some manners," before turning and leaving.

Inside the room, Yuan Ming was immersed in making incense.

Two hours later, seven or eight black incense sticks were dried and neatly arranged on the table.

Yuan Ming couldn’t wait to take out the incense burner, insert a stick of black incense, and light it.

A wisp of blue smoke slowly rose, and a fragrance similar to the original black incense spread out. Yuan Ming immediately felt his vision blur and a sense of drowsiness.

The Great Ultimate pattern on the incense burner also lit up with a faint glow.

"It works, it really works."

His previous inspiration was indeed effective.

Yuan Ming was first stunned, then a smile appeared on his face. The smile gradually widened, and he was so happy that he almost jumped up. He never thought that the material he had been looking for was the pinch of incense ash on the altar?

However, this joy didn’t last long. He couldn’t resist the dizziness and his consciousness sank into darkness.

In an instant, Yuan Ming felt a dazzling light in front of his eyes. He instinctively wanted to raise his hand to block it.

But he suddenly realized that he couldn’t control his hands at all. Not only that, he couldn’t even blink or swallow.

Had he lost control of his body?

Yuan Ming was taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his senses because he saw the surrounding scenery.

He was standing in front of a beautiful lake. The surrounding grass was green and the trees and bushes were neatly trimmed. Across the lake was a two-story building by the water. It was decorated in a simple and elegant style, tranquil yet dignified.

The next moment, his heart thumped.

Through the corner of his eye, he saw the reflection of a handsome and youthful face in the lake. It was the young emperor of the Great Jin Kingdom.

The young emperor was not wearing a golden dragon robe, but a bright yellow outfit that fit him well.

At this moment, he was standing in a horse stance with a serious face. His right arm was raised, with one finger pointing straight up. His left hand was tightly gripping his right wrist, and he was muttering something.

Just as Yuan Ming was wondering what the young emperor was doing, the spell in his mouth stopped. A few sparks appeared out of thin air about half an inch above the tip of his raised finger. Then, with a "sizzle", a red fireball the size of a baby’s fist appeared.

Immediately, Yuan Ming felt a strong heat wave hit his face, and the temperature around him began to rise.

"Is he practicing the Fireball Technique?" Yuan Ming thought.

He had seen the Fireball Technique before. Like his Wood Spike Technique, it was one of the most basic and common entry-level attack techniques in fire attribute magic. Many Qi Refining cultivators with fire spirit roots knew it, but he hadn’t learned it for various reasons, the main one being that he didn’t have enough time to practice repeatedly.

Now that he was possessing the young emperor, although he couldn’t control his actions and speech like before, he could still clearly feel the flow of magical power in his dantian and meridians during the process of casting the Fireball Technique. He could even hear the spell he was chanting clearly.

After the young emperor formed the fireball at his fingertip, he didn’t intend to release it. Instead, he continued to mobilize the magical power in his dantian, infusing it into the fireball, making it slowly grow larger and its color change from red to pale yellow.

"Is this really the Fireball Technique... Why does it feel a bit strange?" Yuan Ming looked at the fireball, feeling that it was somewhat different from what he had known before.Ordinary Fireball Technique was usually released directly after condensation, just like his own Wood Spike Technique. He had never heard of it being able to grow larger by continuously infusing it with mana.

Just as the young emperor was sweating profusely due to the heat of the fireball, the fireball at his fingertips finally stopped growing.

From the same perspective, Yuan Ming understood that this was because the mana in the young emperor’s dantian was almost depleted.

The fireball, the size of an adult’s head, persisted for two or three breaths before it suddenly shattered into sparks and dissipated in the air.

Before Yuan Ming could think further, he felt a darkness before his eyes and then lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, what he saw in his field of vision was the furnishings of the side room in the Nine Li Temple.

In the incense burner in front of him, there was a stick of black incense. Another one that had been lit was completely burned out, leaving only the last bit of flame gradually extinguishing.

The light of the Great Ultimate pattern on the incense burner had also become dim.

"Did I succeed just now? And was it on the body of that initial young emperor?" Yuan Ming stared blankly at the burned-out incense, thinking about his homemade incense. For the first time, he had realized the soul-attaching function of the original black incense and had also comprehended the magical Fireball Technique used by the young emperor. However, the time was extremely short, it seemed that it was only ten to twenty breaths before he returned.

But he finally succeeded!

Yuan Ming was excited, he clenched his fist and swung it hard, opening his mouth to let out a silent roar. At this moment, he felt that this small room, this temple, this Iron Tiger Town, the rivers, the great rivers, the Southern Border, the Great Jin, and even the distant Eastern Sea, everything in the world was no longer a shackle.

The second half of the Nine Elements Formula... or even better techniques, might all become possible!

It took Yuan Ming a long time to calm down from his excitement. The control brought by that inspiration gradually faded, and his mind slowly cooled down. He felt like he had succeeded, but it wasn’t a complete success.

"Although I successfully made an incense that can attach to a body, there seem to be many problems. Not to mention why I couldn’t control the young emperor’s actions, the time of attachment alone is far from the original incense." Yuan Ming thought with a bit of disappointment.

However, Yuan Ming was somewhat pleased. After all, being able to successfully achieve soul transference and finding the key ingredient, ash, was a huge breakthrough. Ninety-nine percent of the success was due to inspiration, and the remaining one percent was effort.

He believed that the one percent could not hinder his path to success.

The materials for the current experiment could not be exactly the same as the original incense. It was impossible to achieve the original attachment time and effect.

As long as he slowly finds the right materials in the future, the effect will definitely get better and better.

Yuan Ming was silently contemplating, looking at the other few sticks of black incense on the table.

The rest of the incense was also made from the same batch of mixed materials. Even if they could all help him achieve attachment, the effect would certainly not be much different.

So he had to continue experimenting. Of course, he also had to continue using mana to help the incense burner recover.

However, the next experiment would have to be at least seven days later.

In the evening, Yuan Ming walked out of the side room and saw Wu Sang walking towards him with an unhappy face.

"Yuan, you must give me an explanation for your rudeness today. Brother Ga Long is still very dissatisfied. He has asked me to expel you from the temple." Wu Sang asked as soon as he saw him.

Of course, a large part of the reason was that after most of the small compensation was given to Brother Ga Long, he was severely scolded by Ga Long and even the abbot. His spirit was severely damaged.

He must get more money!

However, at this point, Yuan Ming didn’t really care.

He had mastered the art of making incense, and now he had found the key to making incense. Whether he stayed here or not didn’t matter anymore.

"Oh, was that apology not enough?" Yuan Ming asked back.

"Brother Ga Long is ruthless. If it weren’t for me mediating, he would have driven you out long ago! You have to show more sincerity today, otherwise I can’t explain it here." Wu Sang shouted angrily.

"Compensation is no problem, but you have to do me a small favor." After thinking for a while, Yuan Ming replied with a smile on his face, showing no signs of discomfort.

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