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Chapter 128 Refining the Saint's Remains

Bei Mingzi was stunned for a moment, and then fell into deep thought.

If Zhang Liang had proposed such a plan in the past, Bei Mingzi would never agree to it, as it was too dangerous. However, after hearing Zhang Liang's last words, Bei Mingzi couldn't help but be moved.

Bei Mingzi has high hopes for Zhang Liang and sees him as the key to reviving the Tianzong clan, but emotionally, his relationship with Chisongzi is obviously deeper. Although Chisongzi is over 70 years old, he grew up under Bei Mingzi's eyes.

Bei Mingzi knew very well that Chi Songzi's chance of success in breaking through to the Land God Realm beyond the Grandmaster level was very slim, probably less than half. But given Chi Songzi's old age, if he didn't break through quickly, it would be even more difficult for him to achieve anything in the future.

"How confident are you?" Bei Mingzi asked carefully.

"I can't guarantee it, but we have to give it a try!" Zhang Liang smiled calmly, "First, take out a piece of finger bone and see if it really contains the will of the saint you mentioned. If it does, let's see how powerful it is!"

"Okay, you refine it yourself, and I will protect you!" Bei Mingzi said without hesitation.

"Then please take off a small piece of finger bone." Zhang Liang gave the order directly, and then he took a few steps back. Regardless of whether there was a saint's will or not, it was always right to stay away.

Bei Mingzi ignored Zhang Liang and carefully cut off a piece of the little finger bone. He looked extremely nervous, but nothing unusual happened.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang laughed mockingly, and without saying anything, he directly put the remains into his storage space. Then he took the small piece of dark golden finger bone from Bei Mingzi and examined it carefully.

"It seems that there really is some special will retained in it, but it cannot be directly called a will. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the imprint of the Tao." Zhang Liang thought secretly in his heart.

In the cultivation world, everything can be used for refining and utilization, and refining the bones of the strong is commonplace. In order to avoid the desecration of their bones after death, some masters will even build tombs for themselves in advance, but this still cannot resist the crazy pursuit of many treasure seekers. Whenever the tomb of a strong man appears in the world, it will always trigger a life-and-death struggle.

Zhang Liang was not afraid of this so-called "saint's remains". After concentrating for a while, he sat cross-legged, and shot out pure and condensed fire from his eyes, rushing directly at the small piece of dark gold finger bone, trying to burn and refine it.

However, even though Zhang Liang had turned the fire to the highest temperature, the piece of finger bone remained motionless and showed no signs of melting.

"It turns out that there is an imprint of the Great Dao in it. It is not so easy to refine." Zhang Liang sighed in his heart and found that there was a strange power protecting the bones, and even the fire could not cause any damage to it.

"If I want to refine it, I must first break the imprint of the Great Dao, which is what Bei Mingzi calls the 'will of the saint'. Otherwise, I won't be able to start at all." Zhang Liang thought.

After taking back the Lihuo, Zhang Liang began to study the finger bone carefully.

"How is it? Can't it be refined?" Bei Mingzi asked with some disappointment.

"It's not that I can't refine it, but I still need to figure out how to refine it." Zhang Liang replied with a smile.

To melt the Dao imprint on the bones, simply roasting them with Lihuo obviously wouldn't work, but that didn't mean Zhang Liang had no other methods. Such methods were not uncommon in the cultivation world.

After a period of research, Zhang Liang completely recovered his true energy, and then said: "I will try again, this time it should be successful, old Taoist, please help me protect the law, it may be a little dangerous."

"No problem!" Although Bei Mingzi didn't say much, his tone was firm.

Zhang Liang began to refine it again, but this time he no longer used the fire to roast his finger bones directly.

The fire shot out from Zhang Liang's eyes split into eight balls in the air, occupying eight different directions, as if forming a formation.

"Eight Flames of Li, refine them!" Zhang Liang shouted softly, and as the eight Flames of Li formed a formation, their power instantly increased to a higher level, and they even carried a faint aura of innate spiritual fire.

The finger bone that was surrounded by the fire in the formation finally showed some subtle changes. It began to burn and melt, as if it was gradually moving towards being refined. The traces of the Dao brand on the finger bone also began to slowly weaken.

At this moment, Zhang Liang suddenly felt an ominous sign. An extremely mysterious power was released from his finger bones, which was preventing the Lihuo from continuing to refine.

“This is the final counterattack of the Dao Imprint!” Zhang Liang understood clearly in his heart that since he broke through to the innate realm, he had condensed a Dao body with the help of the power of the Dao of heaven and earth. His body had a bit of immortal aura, especially in this world. Since the corrosive power of heaven and earth was extremely small, the protective effect of the Dao Imprint on the Dao body was more significant and it was not easy to corrupt.

Just as Bei Mingzi said, the remains of the saint are protected by the will of the saint. Although the two are called differently, in fact Bei Mingzi confused the will of the living innate strong and the naturally existing imprint of the Tao on the dead.

If Zhang Liang wants to extract the essence from this bone, he must first break the imprint of the Great Dao on it. This is like fighting with the owner of this bone from a distance. Although he has been dead for countless years, he was once a congenitally strong man after all. It is by no means an easy task for Zhang Liang.

At this moment, Zhang Liang could no longer care about other things, and there was no time to ask Bei Mingzi for help. He concentrated on urging the Lihuo, maintaining the formation, and trying his best to wear away the Dao mark on his finger bones...