The Spiritual Qi gathered by the Seven Stars Grand Formation wasn't as much as that from this sacrificial ceremony, but it had the advantage of lasting a long time.
And while the Spiritual Qi gathered from this sacrificial ceremony was abundant, it couldn't last.
Given this, it's really hard to say which is better or worse.
But what if another Seven Stars Grand Formation were set up at the location of this sacrificial ceremony?
He Xiuyuan felt a sudden curiosity as he thought of this.
However, this curiosity didn't last long, and He Xiuyuan shook his head repeatedly.
He had never tried combining the two; who knew if any unexpected changes would occur?
Qiyun Temple had finally succeeded in a sacrifice, and if he were to overdo it and ruin this sacrificial ceremony, it would be troublesome.
So, it's best to set this matter aside for now.
Thinking of this, He Xiuyuan suppressed a thought in his heart.
If he really wanted to try, it would be better to first try it on his Seven Stars Peak to see if it could succeed. If it did, then it wouldn't be too late to use this method here.
Otherwise, it's best not to try this matter lightly.
With these thoughts, He Xiuyuan no longer pondered further.
“Senior He must be hungry. Let's move to the dining hall, and we can talk while we eat.”
Songfeng Daoist was overjoyed at this moment, but he also knew that He Xiuyuan must be hungry by now, so he immediately invited He Xiuyuan to eat first.
After all, He Xiuyuan had been sitting in meditation for several days, essentially without much food or drink.
If this were an ordinary person, they definitely wouldn't be able to endure it.
But for a Cultivator, with a bit of Dao cultivation, he could tolerate it.
Thinking of this, Songfeng Daoist naturally hurried to invite He Xiuyuan to dine first.
He Xiuyuan didn't refuse, nodding his head and following along.
A moment later, the group joyfully entered the dining hall. The side hall was already prepared with meals, and as soon as He Xiuyuan and the others entered, plates of prepared delicacies were immediately served.
He Xiuyuan's brows relaxed considerably as he smelled the aroma.
To be honest, although he hadn't eaten for the past few days, he could endure it, but he always felt like something was missing.
Now that the meal was served, He Xiuyuan immediately felt much better.
Only after He Xiuyuan began to eat did Songfeng Daoist, who was beside him, also pick up his chopsticks with a smile, clearly in high spirits due to the successful sacrifice.
When He Xiuyuan had nearly finished eating, Songfeng Daoist finally spoke, “May I ask what the sacrificial text you recited earlier was called, Senior?”
Songfeng Daoist thought for a moment before asking.
“That Dao text is called the Duren Sutra.”
He Xiuyuan did not hide it and answered directly.
“Duren Sutra?”
Songfeng Daoist nodded in understanding. He had indeed never heard of it before, but this Duren Sutra was truly powerful, and its profound meaning also filled his heart with shock.
“Senior, would it be possible to transcribe this Duren Sutra for us to recite?”
Fearing that He Xiuyuan might misunderstand, Songfeng Daoist quickly added, “Based on past experience, sacrificial texts that lead to successful ceremonies are beneficial for Cultivation when recited frequently during Cultivation.”
He Xiuyuan nodded in realization, “I see. That's not a problem. I will write down this sacrificial text shortly.”
He Xiuyuan nodded in agreement.
Songfeng Daoist's face immediately lit up with joy. He had hesitated for a long time, unsure whether to ask, worried that He Xiuyuan might be displeased if he did.
He hadn't expected He Xiuyuan to agree so readily.
In that case, there was no need to worry so much.
After He Xiuyuan finished eating, he went to the main hall with Songfeng Daoist, preparing to transcribe the Duren Sutra.
When the two arrived in the main hall, Songfeng Daoist immediately prepared brushes, ink, and paper.
He Xiuyuan picked up the brush, pondered for a moment, and then began to write.
As He Xiuyuan picked up the brush and its tip touched the paper, he slowly wrote the character “people” (person), and the paper below instantly turned to ash.
He Xiuyuan was stunned by this, and even Songfeng Daoist, who was beside him, was taken aback by the scene.
“What's going on?”
He Xiuyuan frowned at the sight, then with a strange expression, he picked up the brush again to write.
However, this time, it was still the same as before; as soon as the character was written, the paper in front of him turned into ash.
Seeing this, Songfeng Daoist immediately thought of something.
“It seems this sacrificial text caused the ceremony to succeed, so now, trying to write it down is no longer a simple or easy task.”
“It's very likely that it cannot be written down.”
Songfeng Daoist thought for a moment, then speculated.
He remembered that in the past, if a ceremony succeeded, the sacrificial text would turn to ash and float into the sky, and the offerings would also wither.
This time, He Xiuyuan hadn't prepared a sacrificial text, so such a situation hadn't occurred.
He Xiuyuan frowned upon hearing this, “Then is this Duren Sutra important to you all?”
“Naturally, it is important. The surrounding Spiritual Qi is condensed precisely because of this sacrificial text, so it needs the assistance of this text to Cultivate better.”
Songfeng Daoist replied helplessly.
He Xiuyuan pondered upon hearing this, “It's just difficult to write, not impossible. If that's the case, then let's try a different method.”
Thinking of this, He Xiuyuan immediately took the brush and walked out of the main hall. After looking around, he saw a towering boulder by the cliff.
Seeing this, He Xiuyuan immediately walked over and began to write with his brush.
However, as soon as He Xiuyuan moved, the brush in his hand instantly broke.
“This...”
He Xiuyuan's expression was surprised at this sight; he hadn't expected such a thing to happen.
“Senior, if it's not possible, then let's not force it.”
Songfeng Daoist thought for a moment after seeing this scene and said. He also didn't want He Xiuyuan to be overly troubled.
Either the paper he wrote on burned directly, or the brush broke directly. From the looks of it, it was completely impossible to write.
He Xiuyuan, however, frowned upon hearing this, refusing to believe in bad luck.
“Let me try again.”
He Xiuyuan thought for a moment, then directly took off the brush from his waist.
As He Xiuyuan removed the brush from his waist, the bristles of the brush seemed to sense something, beginning to sway from side to side.
It looked very reluctant.
He Xiuyuan paused slightly at this, then shook his head and said, “Lend me a hand.”
The brush in his hand, hearing He Xiuyuan's words, settled down after a slight hesitation.
Seeing this, He Xiuyuan no longer hesitated and immediately began to write.
However, after He Xiuyuan's brush was dipped in ink and he began to write, this time neither the brush nor the stone was harmed, but the ink written on it could not remain on the stone and instead slid off by itself.
