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In the empty secret chamber, Mo Yu sat cross-legged. With a casual gesture, an ordinary grayish-brown bamboo scroll appeared in his hand.
"Sky Demon Puppet."
This scroll was a treasure Mo Yu had looted from the Demon Flame Valley. He was deeply curious about the puppet technique recorded within.
As his fingers slowly unfurled the scroll, the characters inscribed on the bamboo slips began to flow into Mo Yu's mind, leaving an indelible impression that could not be erased.
The chamber grew silent as Mo Yu immersed himself entirely in the strange world described in the scroll.
Time passed like water, and before he realized it, half an hour had slipped by.
After this brief period of study, Mo Yu gained a considerable understanding of the Sky Demon Puppet.
According to the scroll, crafting such a puppet required three main components: a body, a magic core, and a soul. Additionally, certain rare metallic materials were needed to enhance the puppet's durability.
Tapping the bamboo scroll lightly against his arm, Mo Yu fell into contemplation. These materials were already within his possession.
For the body, he had the remains of a Dou Zong peak-stage expert obtained from the Storm Wolf King's lair. For the magic core, the seventh-grade ice-attribute magic core should suffice.
As for the soul, the trapped Old Ground Demon Ghost sealed within his Black Lotus Soul Thunder was the perfect candidate. Regarding the special metals, as an accomplished weapon refiners, Mo Yu's spatial ring held an abundance of such materials.
With everything in place, Mo Yu no longer hesitated. Having mastered the puppet refining technique, he extended his hand, and crimson flames infused with lightning surged forth.
Mo Yu flicked his fingers, and the crimson thunder enveloped the corpse of the Dou Zong peak-stage expert. The icy layer encasing the body quickly melted under the intense heat.
As the ice melted, the corpse's garments also disintegrated into ashes.
With a calm expression, Mo Yu maintained a controlled heat that caused the body to glow red-hot. Gradually, wisps of dark corpse energy emerged from the flesh, only to be incinerated by the Vermilion Burning Sky Thunder.
The delicate balance of heat allowed Mo Yu to expel the corpse energy without damaging the body. The purification process alone took him three full hours.
When the final trace of corpse energy dissipated, Mo Yu exhaled lightly and flicked his finger. Two gusts of force shot out, creating fist-sized openings in the corpse's chest and forehead.
No blood spilled from the holes, as all remaining fluids had been vaporized during the purification. This step was crucial for crafting the Sky Demon Puppet.
By now, the corpse had shrunk significantly, its skin taking on a cold grayish-white hue. Tightly stretched over withered muscles, the hands had become unnaturally long and sharp, resembling daggers.
Following the scroll's instructions, Mo Yu performed minor refinements on the body before summoning an icy-blue magic core, which floated into the cavity in the chest.
With the magic core in place, Mo Yu extended his right hand. A black, lotus-shaped thunder sparkled in his palm, radiating a powerful soul energy.
"Mo Yu, what will it take for you to release me?"
An enraged, venomous roar echoed from the Black Lotus Soul Thunder as the trapped Old Ground Demon Ghost spoke.
"Old Ground Demon Ghost, don't be impatient. You'll be out soon," Mo Yu replied with a cold smirk.
As his mind stirred, the black lotus gradually unfurled, revealing an icy-blue soul within.
The soul attempted to flee the chamber immediately but was caught by Mo Yu's prepared grasp.
Mo Yu's icy gaze met the soul's desperate struggle. Without hesitation, crimson flames surged from his hand, engulfing the soul entirely. Agonized screams and venomous curses reverberated throughout the chamber.
Unfazed by the curses, Mo Yu increased the flames' intensity, burning away the soul's remaining consciousness.
When the final wisp of intelligence was extinguished, Mo Yu glanced at the purified blue mist in his palm. He tossed it lightly, and the mist transformed into a blue energy dragon that shot into the hole in the corpse's forehead.
The moment the soulless energy merged with the body, the tightly closed eyes of the Dou Zong corpse abruptly opened, revealing icy-blue pupils.
Mo Yu remained composed as his fingers flicked, summoning several radiant metallic materials from his spatial ring.
Inspecting the peculiar metals floating before him, Mo Yu nodded slightly. With a wave of his hand, the Vermilion Burning Sky Thunder roared like a fiery pillar, drawing the metals into its flames.
Under the terrifying heat, the metals began to melt, forming a dark golden liquid.
Three days and nights later, the liquefied metals floated in front of Mo Yu. With a flick of his hand, the molten gold poured onto the icy corpse.
Sizzle!
The scalding liquid hissed upon contact, releasing a cloud of white mist. Despite the heat, the corpse showed no signs of damage, a testament to its extraordinary strength after the refining process.
As the golden liquid was absorbed into the corpse, its cold grayish-white hue transformed into a lustrous dark gold. The gleaming surface exuded a formidable aura of indestructibility.
Suddenly, faint silver streaks flickered across the dark golden skin, becoming increasingly prominent over time.
Watching the colors shift, Mo Yu's brows furrowed slightly. "Silver... a Earth-grade puppet?"
According to the scroll, the Sky Demon Puppets were divided into three grades: Heaven, Earth , and Human. The best way to distinguish these grades was by their skin color—gold for Heaven, silver for Earth, and bronze for Human.
Though this puppet's body was predominantly silver, it hadn't fully transformed, making it a barely qualified Earth-grade puppet.
Contemplating briefly, Mo Yu retrieved a pair of massive golden beast eyes from his spatial ring.
These Golden Beast Eyes were treasures Mo Yu had acquired years ago while destroying the Mo Clan of Yan City. Forgotten in his beast ring, they now seemed perfectly suited for the puppet before him.
After all, although the Golden Beast Eyes were the eyeballs of a magical beast, the Sky Demon Puppet wasn't human either. Installing these eyes might yield some unexpected results.
With this thought, Mo Yu no longer hesitated. With a flick of his finger, the pair of Golden Beast Eyes landed firmly on the hollow eye sockets of the Sky Demon Puppet.
As the Golden Beast Eyes embedded themselves, a violent aura began to emanate from the Sky Demon Puppet, akin to a primordial beast slowly awakening.
Seeing this, Mo Yu was momentarily startled but soon revealed an intrigued expression.
Curiosity welled up within him about what changes these Golden Beast Eyes might bring to the Sky Demon Puppet.
As the Vermilion Burning Sky Thunder continued to refine, the fusion between the Golden Beast Eyes and the Sky Demon Puppet grew increasingly stable. Simultaneously, the aura emanating from the puppet gradually climbed higher and higher!
This process of fusion persisted for three days.
By the fourth day, the Sky Demon Puppet began to shimmer with a silvery light. Amidst that light, a terrifying and savage aura, reminiscent of a magical beast, slowly rose.
When the silver light reached its peak, it abruptly stopped, and the overwhelming aura came to an abrupt halt as well.
However, Mo Yu could faintly sense that the Sky Demon Puppet before him had become far more fearsome than the Old Ground Demon Ghost!
Amidst the crimson thunder, the puppet slowly straightened its body, floating motionlessly in mid-air within the cave without any support. Its eyes, now gleaming golden-red, radiated a chilling brilliance.
Mo Yu lightly bit his tongue, forcing out a drop of blood infused with his soul imprint. The drop floated gently before accurately landing on the puppet's forehead, gradually seeping in and forming a dark red mark the size of a thumb.
As the blood entered the puppet without resistance and imprinted an indelible mark, a faint trace of vitality appeared in the puppet's golden eyes.
It twisted its still-stiff neck, lowering its gaze toward Mo Yu, who was seated cross-legged. Then, it stepped onto the ground, dropped to one knee, and bowed its head toward Mo Yu.
Having imprinted his soul mark, this puppet would henceforth be Mo Yu's most loyal guard, incapable of betrayal.
Gazing with interest at the Sky Demon Puppet kneeling before him, Mo Yu thought it might be more fitting to call it a Earth Demon Puppet, as it had not yet reached the highest level recorded in the bamboo scrolls.
Though only a Earth Demon Puppet, Mo Yu was still quite satisfied. He could sense that its strength had likely reached the peak of the Dou Zong stage.
A puppet with such strength was undoubtedly a significant asset to Mo Yu. Even in the Central Plains, it would be considered a formidable force.
Scanning the Earth Demon Puppet for a moment, Mo Yu nodded in satisfaction. His gaze then fell on the golden eyes, a contemplative look flashing in his own.
Although he had never fully understood the exact purpose of these Golden Beast Eyes, during the process of refining them with the Sky Demon Puppet, Mo Yu had faintly sensed a trace of spirituality lingering within them.
This suggested that the original owner of these Golden Beast Eyes was no ordinary entity—most likely, it was a magical beast of the seventh tier or higher.
"Master!"
As Mo Yu pondered, a raspy and mechanical voice suddenly echoed within the chamber, jolting him from his thoughts.
Startled by the sudden sound, Mo Yu's face immediately showed a hint of vigilance. His silver eyes scanned the chamber before settling on the Earth Demon Puppet, a trace of astonishment flashing through his gaze.
The Earth Demon Puppet now seemed somewhat different from before, as though it had gained a faint sense of "humanity."
"You... Earth Demon Puppet?"
Hearing the puppet speak, Mo Yu was momentarily taken aback. According to the bamboo scroll, the Sky Demon Puppet, as a pure killing machine, had no intelligence, let alone the ability to speak.
"It is because of these Golden Beast Eyes..."
After a moment, Mo Yu narrowed his silver eyes, locking his gaze on the spiritual glint within the Golden Beast Eyes of the Earth Demon Puppet.
Logically, the Sky Demon Puppet shouldn't possess any form of sentience. Even the one Xiao Yan refined in the original story confirmed this.
The Earth Demon Puppet Mo Yu refined lacked any unique traits as well. If there was indeed some anomaly, it was likely due to these Golden Beast Eyes.
With this in mind, Mo Yu focused his mind. Closing his silver eyes, he carefully examined his connection with the puppet. After the drop of soul-infused blood seeped into the puppet's forehead to form their contract, he could distinctly feel his soul dividing into two parts.
One part controlled his own body, while the other governed the puppet before him.
He now had a faint sensation that the puppet would obey his every command, even if that command were to attack Mo Yu himself. The puppet would unhesitatingly carry it out.
This sense of absolute control over his creation seemed unaffected by the faint spirituality within the golden eyes.
Mo Yu's brows relaxed slightly. The changes occurring within the Earth Demon Puppet appeared to remain within his control.
With this reassurance, Mo Yu asked the Earth Demon Puppet, "Who are you?"
"I am your servant, Master," the Earth Demon Puppet replied with a stiff and mechanical tone.
Seeing this, Mo Yu raised an eyebrow. The specific abilities of the Golden Beast Eyes were still unclear, but the faint spirituality within them seemed to have granted the Earth Demon Puppet a trace of intelligence.
However, this intelligence appeared rudimentary—almost like a rudimentary artificial intelligence, mechanical and rigid.
"A trace of intelligence..."
Mo Yu's brow lifted slightly as though struck by a sudden thought. A smile curled across his lips as he raised his right hand, palm upward. An ice-blue thunder seed radiating an endless chill slowly emerged from his palm.
Gazing at the frosty, blue thunder seed, Mo Yu smiled faintly. He then addressed the Earth Demon Puppet before him in a resolute tone:
"From now on, your name is Qing Zhi. You shall wield the Frost Spirit Silver Thunder."
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