My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 147: False Dao True Zhuge Scripture

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: False Dao True Zhuge Scripture

Wang Zijia looked at the young manservant before him, of the two he didn’t know him well, and he was slightly relieved that this one seemed to more likely be the originally planned old mystery.

"Hmm, renew for two more days!" Wang Zijia said, fetching two hundred magic money.

The manservant took the magic money, counted it for a moment, and said: "Very well, Immortal Elder, is there anything else you need?"

"No, you can go!" Wang Zijia said.

Upon hearing this, the manservant hurriedly bowed to Wang Zijia and left.

After watching him leave, Wang Zijia’s eyes gradually lost focus.

A moment after the manservant left the courtyard, on a mountain trail, five ghostly fogs suddenly appeared and enveloped the manservant in an instant.

During the fog’s contraction, it transformed into a writhing mass of flesh, completely encapsulating the manservant like a tight, white flesh cocoon.

The manservant, who seemed like an ordinary person, offered virtually no resistance and was completely dominated by the five ghosts. Amidst the flesh’s quiver, two pairs of chubby little hands sprouted, and the flesh cocoon quickly crawled into the woods on all fours.

Wang Zijia calmly waited in the courtyard for a moment until he was certain there was no movement, then quietly rose and also slipped into the woods.

After traveling for a while, Wang Zijia suddenly entered a thicket, the energy of the Concealment Array Plate fluctuated slightly, and he disappeared into it.

When Wang Zijia entered the Array Plate, he saw the trapped manservant and the five ghosts.

Wang Zijia looked at the manservant, who was covered in a ball of flesh in front of him, his expression slightly nervous. Judging from the situation at yesterday’s market, even his current actions, let alone knocking over market stalls, would trigger the deceptions in the Mysterious Domain rules.

This was why he had been extremely obedient yesterday, avoiding making any bold moves, fearing that this broken place would not just activate when it needed people to see it, but even if you break the market rules, regardless of whether anyone saw it, the law enforcement team would automatically lock onto you.

But today, after witnessing the usual process of strange things, he still felt he might as well take a risk and try something.

With an electric flash of thought, he took a deep breath, and his mana slightly fluctuated.

"Innate Technique: Spiritual Roots Demon Seeding!"

A dazzling spiritual light gathered into a shiny speck, resembling a blood diamond grain, and quietly floated towards the manservant.

The manservant, who was entangled in wriggling flesh and blood, had his face’s flesh and blood silently flowing, exposing his mouth and forcibly prying it open.

The light spot fell into the manservant’s mouth, and Wang Zijia watched cautiously.

"Boom!"

As the demon seeding started, Wang Zijia was momentarily stunned.

It was as if he had hit a complete world.

For the first time, the Golden Balance in his mind actively vibrated.

Golden light spread all over Wang Zijia’s mind. When Wang Zijia regained consciousness, he saw a book, a gigantic book.

"Fake Dao True Sutra"

The book cover was dark green with numerous blood contamination, emitting an intense atmosphere of ominousness.

Under Wang Zijia’s gaze, it slowly opened, and Wang Zijia first saw many runes, then vivid illustrations on page after page.

A rotten serpent tied up with shackles was depicted in a blood-water flowing canyon;

In a poisonous swamp shrouded in mist, a muddy giant frog lied with its mouth wide open, its body encased a heart held captive with a ring inside;

On a mountain peak surrounded by cloudy mist, a field of blood-red was dissected into chunks, people were planted into the flesh, and a ganoderma was growing out of their heads, connected to the peak...

Pages after pages flipped, a stream of images changed, eventually stopping at a massive scroll painting. The painting depicted a thriving market with vivid images of all manners of life.

Like the legendary Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, every detail was meticulously recorded.

In one corner of the scroll, within a store that rents Spiritual Veins, the portrait of a manservant was flickering, and a faint golden light was spreading continuously.

Inside the book, an indeterminate aura was furiously swirling, attempting to scatter the golden light but to no avail. The manservant gradually became immersed in golden light, eventually transforming into a little golden figure. Then, the manservant disappeared completely within the scroll.

Wang Zijia awoke, dumbstruck as the manservant in front of him suddenly disintegrated and turned into a piece of confetti, the size of a thumbnail. An intense sense of ill-omen radiated from the confetti.

His original plan was to seed a demon into the manservant, disguise the manservant as himself and then slightly modify his own appearance to resemble the manservant. It would be a classic case of a swapped identity trick and then he would figure out what to do next, hopefully finding a way to get out of the Mysterious Domain.

But in the end, he caused this mess after seeding the demon.

Especially when the Balanced Scale vibrated autonomously for a moment and then produced this book, he was left astounded.

The Fake Dao True Sutra?

A Scripture?

A third-class inheritance?

Or some other type of utensil?

A first-grade technique, a second order method, a third-class scripture, a fourth-class law.

So a first class is usually some sort of technique, a second class is some sort of method, and a fourth class is some sort of law. Of course, this is mostly the case, not always.

Wang Zijia considered this, and the Five Ghosts, having no object to restrain, returned to the Fuwa state and stared with him at a thumbnail-size piece of paper scraps on the ground.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Zijia’s mana surged like quicksand, lifting the paper scraps before him for a closer look.

On the paper scrap, an entrance was engraved, in front of which was the manservant standing guard. The painting was very vivid, as realistic as a living person.

Wang Zijia tentatively touched the paper scraps, which were directly integrated into his body like a magic tool.

The remaining eerie aura of pollution on the scraps shot directly throughout his body.

Being prepared for this, Wang Zijia decisively dove into his Chaotic Sea of Knowledge.

Within the Sea of Knowledge, Wang Zijia saw that two weights had already taken shape. One was blood-red polluted weights, which Wang Zijia directly exchanged.

"Value +121!"

Subsequently, Wang Zijia looked at the remaining weight.

Weight: Fake Dao True Sutra

Category: Heritage Netherworld Device

Grade: Third-class Spiritual Device (Top grade)

Status: Extremely damaged

Description: Originally the destined spiritual tool of a Perfected Realm mortician, in order to forcibly transcend the Blood Demon and seek a breakthrough, the attempt was made to seal the Mysterious Domain into the artifact and refine it into a book amidst the moment of failed demonic transformation.

As a result, there was failure, resulting in death and dispersal of the Dao. But there was also success - the destined spiritual tool was transformed into the Netherworld tool, successfully absorbing one’s own transformed Mysterious Domain, and it had the potential to be promoted to a fourth-class treasure.

Note: This is a heritage Netherworld tool. Apart from being a spiritual tool, it can also inherit the Dao Consistency, carrying the extraordinary characteristics of a Perfected Realm being.

The specific effects cannot be viewed as the current refining progress is too low. Currently, this remnant piece can only allow the user to have the identity represented by the remnant piece.

Looking at the newly formed weight, especially its description, the information contained within was a bit too overwhelming, causing Wang Zijia to pause for a while.

When Wang Zijia first saw the contaminated weights of the eerie aura, it stated that there were traces of artificial refinement, so he believed some big shot was causing troubles in the Mysterious Domain. It now appeared that the entire Mysterious Domain was actually an artifact in the process of refinement.