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Lin Xiao had quite a bit of knowledge about inscription.
He, as a matter of fact, was an absolute master in this domain.
During his six-year stay in the Forsaken Cemetery, he almost flipped over the whole cemetery in a bid to cope with the Grand tactical formation of the heaven and the earth.
That experience ushered in a lot of first-hand knowledge about alchemy, weapon production, tactical formations, among others.
Inscription actually belonged to the category of tactical formations as well. But it went slightly beyond regular tactical formations, as it was way more exquisite.
The Grand tactical formation of the heaven and the earth, being so comprehensive, called for fine techniques of inscription.
He wouldn't have had what it took to address the Grand tactical formation of the heaven and the earth if he hadn't been so versed at inscription.
Right now, the inscription word was at a critical juncture — he was waving his fingers above the stone case.
Most of the time, inscription work needed plenty of materials. He, by virtue of his unusually outstanding techniques, had various approaches to activate the inscriptions he just made on the stone case.
With his fingers moving about, one could tell the resemblance between his movements and the Fire Control Mudras or a deduction process of tactical formations.
He, nevertheless, was activating the inscriptions with his spiritual energy instead.
Li Taixuan and the three chief seniors failed to notice an incredible detail — a length of the finest thread turned up among Lin Xiao's fingers.
The thread, generated by his spiritual energy, linked his hands with the stone case and structured the formation of inscriptions.
His command of the spiritual energy, with his martial capacity standing at the third level of the Refining Divine Realm, stood to no reason to have conjured up threads. A horrifying miracle!
Fortunately, Li Taixuan and the three chief seniors had been solely focused on the progress of the production of the stone case. Otherwise, the existence of the thread would definitely have given them a heart attack.
Lin Xiao, in the meantime, had his attention fully concentrated on his Ocean of Conception as well, where the inscription of the previous stone case manifested itself; according to that he constantly composed the formation of the inscriptions.
The arduous process called for extreme patience — he had to bring the stone case, a lifeless item, back to life.
A formation of inscriptions to it, in some sense, was like a heart to a human being. With it at the helm of the work of the stone case, the energies of the Heaven and the Earth would come and flood inside.
That was no easy task.
Construction of a hub of the energies of the Heaven and the Earth was not tough, but he had to ensure the compatibility between the hub and the core of the spiritual weapon inside the stone case. Only in this way could the spiritual weapon enjoy a continuing supply of the energies of the Heaven and the Earth.
He, therefore, found the production work somewhat difficult and soon started to shiver.
Though he had the ability to generate spiritual threads with his spiritual energy, his subpar martial capacity got in the way. His capacity, therefore, didn't suffice to complete the stressful inscription production.
Li Taixuan and the three chief seniors soon found him quivering, but they dared not make a leap in the dark.
They, indeed, had no idea about the mechanism of the inscription production, but they were aware it already prgressed into a crucial stage. They'd better staying aside. Otherwise, they would, probably, render his efforts in vain.
As agitated as cat on a hot tin roof, they had no option but to stay where they were.
Right then, a mixture of emotions, including concern, self-reproach and remorse, propped up onto their countenance, deranging them completely.
Li Taixuan suffered the most.
He wished if only he had long ditched the spiritual treasure. In so doing, his junior martial uncle wouldn't have to put himself through such insufferable torture.
Other Taixuan guys would consider him out of mind if they had any idea about what he thought — spiritual treasures were so scarce that there only a handful of them in the Chijing Prefecture as a whole.
Without it, the Taixuan Sect wouldn't have been bearing up till now on a down slope.
Li Taixuan, conversely, felt like disposing of it simply because of Lin Xiao.
Fortunately, he didn't verbalize it. Or else, the Taixuan Sect would expect another wave of turmoil.
Those who were informed about Lin Xiao's identity, on the contrary, would agree with him, as they held Lin Xiao to the most significant position now.
Lin Xiao deserved such preferential treatments.
Meanwhile, he got overwhelmed by a sense of rapture while the other four immersed in remorse.
Thanks to his respectful commitment, the stone case was about to come out: there was nothing more thrilling, as it was the very first time he had done inscription production for real since he left the Forsaken Cemetery.