Chapter 383: The Totem Carrying the Power of Immortal Gods

After a long while, the old devil finally accepted the fact that Lu Wenwu possessed this special talent, but his face was still very conflicted, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Lu Wenwu turned a deaf ear to this and just kept activating the amplification properties of the two mythical equipment, feeling the powerful power brought by the equipment.

Many times, even for extraordinary people who choose the path of body training, it is very important to have good equipment.

Just like holding a huge piece of gold and throwing it directly at your opponent may not work.

But if you sell it and replace it with a Dongfeng series bomb and throw it over, it will definitely be very useful.

The little treasure lying on the table glanced at the poop scooper who was having fun, then looked at the old devil with a sad face, and sighed imperceptibly.

Being this guy's cat is exhausting.

It explained, "The Shit Shoveler has a special talent that allows him to fuse his equipment with his body. The equipment isn't broken; it's simply fused into his body."

"Ah? Oh, that's it."

Hearing this, the old devil's expression finally relaxed and he put on a slight smile again.

"So, these fused equipment can still be taken out again, right?"

"In theory, yes." Xiaobao said lightly.

"In theory?" The old demon's voice suddenly rose an octave. "Generally speaking, when someone mentions something theoretically, the results are usually not very good. So, is the equipment I built for him already..."

"Relax, as long as the poop scooper doesn't use some means to change its own structure to fight others, this kind of problem generally won't occur." Xiaobao still looked calm and composed. "Based on the current situation, it shouldn't be that serious."

“You haven’t said it yet.”

"I suggest you don't ask."

".I feel like my heart hurts a little bit."

"Wake up, you are a fire demon, you have no heart."

“.”

"How about I lend you Maomao to play with for a while? This breed is trained as a comfort dog among humans."

".walk slowly!"

Maomao tilted his head in confusion and stuck out his cute little tongue: "Woof?"

Old Devil: Hehehe. Cute little puppy, uncle is here to serve!

When Lu Wenwu finally finished enjoying the special effects of all the new equipment, he turned around and found a kitten sleeping soundly on the sofa.

as well as

The old fire demon was strolling in the living room, holding Maomao as if he was holding a child to sleep.

While strolling, he gently lifted the dog up and down, rubbed the hair on the dog's head with his hands, and kept making "oh oh oh" sounds with his mouth as if coaxing a child.

Maomao sat in the old fire demon's arms with a happy look on his face, grinning, sticking out his tongue, and smiling with his eyes curved.

Lu Wenwu poked Xiaobao, who looked unhappy, awake and pointed at the rather strange-looking pair and asked, "What are these two doing?"

Xiaobao rolled his eyes, jumped into Lu Wenwu's arms, turned over, closed his eyes and said impatiently: "Isn't this the behavior of an empty-nest old devil who meets a comfort dog? What else can we do?"

Lu Wenwu rubbed the cat's soft back a few times with an incredulous look on his face, muttering to himself in shock, "So Uncle Kazan likes cubs? A true demon dad!? Great, I'm finally understanding everything!"

The lonely, empty-nest old Lord of the Abyss loves cubs.

Reasonable, very reasonable.

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Perhaps older people will miss the joy of playing with their grandchildren, which they could only enjoy when their children and grandchildren were young.

It’s not fun anymore when the kids grow up.

"Um?"

Kazan realized belatedly that someone was watching him.

When Maomao was still immersed in the joy of playing, he was suddenly put on the table.

The old devil stood with his hands behind his back, looking serious and calm as he changed the subject: "Well, have you finished your experience? How did you feel? Is there anything that needs improvement?"

"No, it's pretty good."

Lu Wenwu continued what he said and reached out to pull Maomao back.

"Well, it's good."

The old devil waved at him.

"Take Maomao and Xiaobao with you, and let's go somewhere else. You came at a perfect time, as my old friend is visiting me. I'll take care of the engraving you've booked so you don't have to make another trip."

"That's great." Lu Wenwu stood up and followed with a look of joy. "But I wonder if there's any difference between a mythical-level inscription and a legendary-level one? Does it also require laws to activate?"

"Almost the same. They both involve the field of law, but they are not exactly the same."

The old devil explained as he walked out.

"It's impossible to determine which universe or civilization this inscription originated from, but what is certain is that it evolved from totems."

"Tracing back further, totems are the epitome of faith. Practitioners in ancient barbaric times engraved the characteristics of their respective faith objects on their bodies to draw on their power."

"Later, various cultivation systems discovered that this thing seemed quite useful. It could simply and crudely increase a portion of one's strength without paying too much price. This gradually spread, and it continued to change and evolve, eventually becoming the inscription we have today."

"Ordinary inscriptions only require the use of a portion of the characteristics of the law, but mythical inscriptions are different."

"This requires possessing a specific being, condensing a portion of its characteristics, or the products of its power, spirit, will, etc., into a totem and carrying it on the body. This is a mythical engraving."

"So this is why Mythic-grade inscriptions and Mythic-grade equipment, while both being Mythic, have vastly different prices. One is a customized product, while the other is more of a standard model, so naturally, the standard model is cheaper."

"A literal myth?" Lu Wenwu's expression suddenly became strange.

I always feel that things are developing in the direction of witchcraft.

A simplified version of summoning a spirit?

"What does that expression of yours mean? Are you still disgusted?" The old devil was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Lu Wenwu nodded slowly: "That's not the case, I just feel that it is a little different from what I imagined. Will it affect my will?"

"No, you can rest assured. Inscription has been developed for so many years that it has long been a mature product that has evolved from itself. It will not affect one's own thinking." The old devil shook his head firmly. "Even if you don't believe that I can't harm you, you have to believe that I can't harm my little girl."

"That's true."

"You are a barbarian who only cares about muscles. There is no hope for you. How could I have such a stupid shit scooper like you?"

Seeing that Lu Wenwu was still hesitant, Xiaobao rolled his eyes in disgust and hit him on the chin with his tail without any hesitation.

"Use that big muscle disguised as a brain and think about it. What era is this? The immortals and gods are eager to have something that can borrow their special powers in large quantities, so that low-level practitioners can quickly become combat-ready."

"It was under these circumstances that the practice of inscription became widespread. Its main purpose was to replicate the life-saving gadgets that powerful individuals would custom-make for their disciples. You could think of them as the jade slips in online novels that seal a move or two."

"It's just that the inscription can be reused and can provide some near-permanent amplification for transcendents. Transcendents can rely on mythical inscriptions to borrow the abilities of some top-level immortals and gods. It's a thing that has only benefits and no harm."

"At the very least, consider the disparity in power between us and the true immortals and gods. If they truly had some ill intentions, they would have abandoned Blue Planet and wiped us out decades ago. How could they have the time to grieve over you?"

"Okay, okay, I've been reading too many books, so I'm unconsciously a bit too conspiratorial."

Lu Wenwu stroked the angry kitten's fur with an apologetic expression and smiled awkwardly.

"Come to think of it, how come you know so much about inscriptions? Did you also get a mythical level one?"

"Nonsense, this thing that can directly increase combat power and has a very high cost-effectiveness, why don't you want that impure idiot?"

The extremely cute body shows the complete opposite of extremely low quality.

Moreover, this cute furry little kitten glared at its owner with contempt, which made the owner, who was about to say something, swallow the second half of the sentence back into his stomach.

"One of the Four Spirits of Heaven, the God of War, the God of Martial Arts, and the White Tiger Lord of the West."

In Lu Wenwu’s heart, Xiaobao’s voice of disgust rang out.

"Please, could you please use your extraordinary soul power? Don't tell anyone anything. Learn some little tricks like soul transmission, like whispering between close friends. I seriously doubt your soul is made of muscle."

"Although, my soul is really made up of muscles. Ababa Ababa Ababa" Lu Wenwu answered in his heart with grievance.

You are right, but the rough men who have cultivated the body through our "Art of Conquering People with Virtue" are just like this.

Where does my soul in the traditional sense come from?

My muscles are my soul!

I go to the underworld in my physical body, okay!

I'm really sorry to disappoint you.

Xiaobao: ???

No, buddy!

I just said something sarcastic, but you really did that?

Oh shit!

Lu Wenwu's answer left Xiaobao silent.

He didn't even notice that his own shit scooper had mastered telepathy without any instruction in an instant.

Although he didn't know what the man and the cat were secretly talking about, the experienced Kazan still keenly noticed that there was something wrong with the expressions of Lu Wenwu and Xiaobao.

He pretended to be ignorant and began to change the subject, bringing up another matter: "Come to think of it, nephew, you probably don't know that there is a prerequisite for adaptation before the mythical engraving can be carried out, right?"

"adaptation?"

Lu Wenwu was stunned and his attention was immediately drawn to it.

"Is it like blood typing? It's not like I can have whatever I want?"

"Of course not."

Kazan said with a smile.

"After all, it involves the power of immortals and gods, so there will be a problem of compatibility between the bearer and the bearer. Only when the inclinations are matched and the compatibility is high can greater power be exerted. If the compatibility is low, forcing the engraving will be counterproductive."

"Generally speaking, if you're looking to trade with an Inscription Master you're not familiar with, those with a bit of conscience will collect your information and use some of their abilities to choose a relatively compatible one for you."

"If they're unscrupulous, they'll just use a makeshift universal inscription to get by. It works, but the effect isn't good, and the customer suffers a loss with no explanation."

"If they're the type who works in the shadows doing private work, they might even use the opportunity of engraving to rob others, or leave some tricks up their sleeves to rob others later. So for something as private as this, you have to find someone who's reliable."

"Don't worry about the person your uncle found for you. He's absolutely reliable. Speaking of which, my old friend is actually from the same tribe as you. He's not only a Blue Star human, but also a native of Shenzhou."

"At that time, he will show you the engraving patterns he has mastered, and let you feel them one by one. We will choose the one you think is most suitable for you to maximize the effect."

"Thank you so much, uncle." Lu Wenwu nodded politely. "If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known there were so many tricks here!"

"Haha. As I should."

Listening to the conversation between the old man and the young, Xiaobao, who was originally speechless, couldn't help but secretly use the Hyuga clan's unique skills.

The kitten's tiny body is filled with great sorrow.

It couldn't help but complain in its heart again, thinking that it must have been kicked in the head by a dog, otherwise why would it find such a stupid poop scooper!

This is so stupid! It's embarrassing!

But then again

There are only two engraving masters on Blue Star who are capable of producing mythical-level works, and they are from Shenzhou.

Is it that old bald donkey who talks nonsense?

No, the old bald donkey is dead.

Is that the old man who has a close relationship with the old man but is always stuck at the last step and can't take it forward?

This damn old ghost, I don’t want to see him!

Xiaobao suddenly thought of a possibility, his tail twitched impatiently, and his mood gradually became irritable.

It shouldn’t be that bad. Didn’t that old bald donkey die in front of me a long time ago?

But Lao Niubizi is such a traditional and old-fashioned old man that he even dislikes himself. He always says that "those who are not of my race must have different hearts". It is impossible for him to be friends with the Lord of the Abyss.

Who could that be? Is there some powerful person from China that he doesn’t know?

While Xiaobao was lost in thought, they had already arrived at their destination.

It is a side hall in the main palace.

When the door of the temple was opened, a fragrant scent of soil and plants emanated from inside, which was incompatible with the sulfur smell that was everywhere on the 728th floor.

It was not until he completely entered that Lu Wenwu discovered that there was a large lawn in this side hall.

In the center of the lawn is a Bodhi tree. An old monk in a gray robe sits with his back to the gate, beating a wooden fish rhythmically in his hand, which makes a crisp "knock knock knock" sound.

Accompanied by the low sound of chanting, this small side hall became like a pure land in the abyss.

The moment Xiaobao in Lu Wenwu's arms saw the gray-robed monk, the originally soft hair on his tail suddenly exploded, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely angry.

“Shaha!!!”

(End of this chapter)