The old monster cultivator saw this and was overjoyed, seizing his lifeline, he immediately said:
"Own Magical Treasure! I have obtained the most orthodox inheritance of the Taiâa Sect, and I know how to refine one!"
"If you spare my life, I will help you refine your own Magical Treasure!"
"Sword, spear, blade, axe... any kind of Magical Treasure is fine, I know the refining techniques for all, I can tell you all of them!"
Mo Hua looked puzzled, "How do I know you wonât deceive me?"
The old monster cultivator said: "I can swear a deadly oath, swear to the Heavenly Dao, if I lie, then let heaven strike me down, let my soul scatter, and never reincarnate!"
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"I have Junior Brother Mu, and when it comes to own Magical Treasure, he will help me refine it."
The old monster cultivator said urgently: "He canât do it!"
Mo Hua was displeased.
The old monster cultivator hastily explained: "That childâs talent is there, and he has enough resilience, but he is too young, lacking in refining experience, and hasnât been taught the core refining technique of the Taiâa Sect."
Mo Hua raised an eyebrow, "It wasnât taught to him, but it was to you?"
The old monster cultivator realized he misspoke and said awkwardly:
"I... after all, I have lived longer, and knowing more about Artifact Refining is normal..."
Mo Hua looked deeply at the old monster cultivator but did not pursue the matter further and instead asked:
"What else? Just being able to cast a sword is not enough, you need to have other uses..."
After all, I am not a Sword Cultivator.
Having an own Magical Treasure doesnât necessarily mean using a Spirit Sword.
Besides, this old thing is an old swindler, not worth trusting, and I still have to discern the truth of his words, itâs too troublesome.
If he has no other use, I plan to kill and eat him.
After all, since being "grounded" by Elder Master Xun, I havenât had a proper meal in a long time, and my Divine Sense is starving and thirsty.
In desperate need of "eating" something to fill the stomach first.
Mo Hua had a cute appearance with red lips and white teeth.
Especially his lips, which were strikingly red.
The old monster cultivator looked on and, for some reason, felt a chill down his spine.
He immediately said: "I remember the way; I can tell you the way out of the valley!"
Mo Hua was slightly stunned, a little surprised, "You know the way out?"
The old monster cultivator nodded, smiled bitterly: "I have been in this valley for too long, most of what can be known, I know."
"Especially in the first hundred years, I thought of escaping this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons every moment, so I put a lot of thought into figuring out the clear paths out."
"But..."
The old monster cultivator looked dejected, "Even so, I still canât get out."
Mo Hua asked curiously: "Why?"
The old monster cultivator said: "The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is vast, with complex paths, passing through the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, the slaughterhouse, as well as areas like the Demon Refining Pot, the Evil Pill Valley... monster cultivators everywhere, heavily guarded, if you donât know the way, outsiders simply canât get out..."
"And thatâs the least of it..."
The old monster cultivatorâs expression grew grave, "Even if you pass through these perilous places, at the end, there is still an insurmountable Heavenly Chasm."
"Heavenly Chasm?"
The old monster cultivator nodded, "This Heavenly Chasm is a painting, and also the core of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. The map nurtures ten thousand demons, filled with evil spirits, and the monster cultivators in the valley usually call it... the Demon Refining Diagram!"
Mo Huaâs heart skipped a beat.
The old monster cultivator looked fearful, "Although I donât know... how you entered the valley, if I guessed correctly, you should be here to save someone."
"To save someone, you need to leave the valley."
"I can guide you, but if you canât break the Demon Refining Diagram, you will still be trapped in this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons forever."
"But thatâs something I canât account for..."
Mo Hua thought for a moment, nodded and said:
"Alright, Iâll spare your life."
Since the Demon Refining Diagram is right in front of me, I can endure for now.
The small fry before me can be left uneaten for now, lest I spoil my appetite and miss out on the grand feast.
The chill in the old monster cultivatorâs heart lessened sharply, knowing that the Death Tribulation had passed, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
He raised his head and sneaked a look at the childlike Mo Hua, feeling sighs in his heart, the Cultivation World indeed is too perilous.
A little kid, more terrifying than even someone like him, a monster demon.
Mo Hua released its spine bone.
The old monster cultivator quivered as he stood up, though he dared not stand completely upright, choosing to half-kneel in front of Mo Hua, to avoid appearing disrespectful.
Mo Hua looked up, glanced at the surrounding Formation Patterns, and suddenly, out of curiosity, asked: "Iâll ask you another question, be honest."
"Yes." The old monster cultivator dared not refuse.
Mo Hua pointed at the surrounding Formation Patterns and asked:
"Where did you learn these Formation Patterns?"
The old monster cultivator shivered, dared not speak.
Mo Huaâs gaze grew increasingly dangerous.
The old monster cultivator could only bite the bullet and truthfully said: "Itâs... I learned it from the Demon Refining Diagram..."
Mo Hua was taken aback, "Learned from the Demon Refining Diagram?"
"Yes," said the old monster cultivator, "This is a Formation Pattern from the Demon Refining Diagram, I do not know its origin, only know its profoundness, it can even... seal Remnant Souls."
"I then took the opportunity to secretly copy it down for emergencies."
"But I am not a Formation Master, not proficient in Formations, even after copying it down, I still couldnât understand or replicate it."
The old monster cultivator sighed, "So, I practiced daily, day and night practicing, as long as there was time, I would use human blood to inscribe these Patterns, and eventually, it became a habit ingrained in my bones..."
"Thus, after spending over two hundred years, practicing day and night, by some inexplicable impulse, somehow, I managed to learn this Formation Pattern."
Mo Hua understood, "So you wanted to find a way to inscribe this Formation Pattern onto the Sword Bone. So that when your Divine Thought turns into Demon Thought after your death, it could be âsealedâ in the sword by this Formation Pattern, becoming a âSword Demonâ, living in an alternative way."
The old monster cultivator was stunned.
He did not expect his meticulous planning to be seen through by this little cultivator at a glance.