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As Mo Wen spat out a mouthful of blood, the Xuantian Decree hovering in the air fell to the ground. Having failed once again, he took out two Shuangsheng Lianzi and swallowed them. Determined to refine the Xuantian Decree, he decided to go all out. After consuming the Lianzi, his complexion improved slightly. Ignoring the fallen Xuantian Decree, he sat cross-legged to recover.
"Ha... it seems I've been a bit overconfident," he sighed deeply. Indeed, he had been somewhat arrogant. Although the refining method passed down by Old Qilin claimed to be capable of refining anything, there were still significant differences between objects. For instance, the Yin Yang Stone Cauldron and the Square Inch World were distinct entities, just as the Square Inch World was different from the Xuantian Decree. In terms of complexity, the Xuantian Decree was certainly not comparable to the Square Inch World. The crafting of the Square Inch World was among the highest levels known in current refining techniques. Clearly, based on his understanding of the Xuantian Decree, its refinement level would surpass that of the Square Inch World. However, Mo Wen shook his head at this thought; it wasn't necessarily true. He currently had no knowledge of how to refine the Square Inch World. Perhaps in that era, the Xuantian Decree was merely an ordinary token. This suggested that during that phase, there must have been many experts around, with Old Lu being one of them. As this idea crossed his mind, Mo Wen's imagination began to wander as he envisioned that era. But why did such a time vanish?
"Hmm? Why am I thinking so much? Am I too talented, or is my mindset affected by not having broken through my Realm for a long time?" This wasn't the first time he had such thoughts; perhaps his stagnant Realm was causing him to overthink. This judgment seemed reliable because a lack of strength often led to a scarcity of knowledge. After all, this world respected power above all else—being strong meant having access to more information. "A strong desire for knowledge is right, but one must have the strength to protect what they know," was Old Lu's admonition to him. Recently, his thirst for knowledge had intensified, undoubtedly related to his lack of progress in strength. Therefore, he needed to leave this place as soon as possible.
Mo Wen hoped this time would be successful, yet he felt uncertain deep down. He had prayed before but ended in failure; it seemed that the odds of success this time were slim. Picking up the Xuantian Decree from the ground and cradling it in his hands, he calmed himself and began channeling his Law, guiding the Law of Power through the Xuantian Decree. He divided the Yin Yang Principle into Yin Law of Power and Yang Law of Power and injected them into the Yin Decree and Yang Decree within the Xuantian Decree respectively. This was his second attempt at directly using the Yin Yang Principle to refine an object; compared to refining the Yin Yang Stone Cauldron, this felt much easier.
With intense focus, he continuously maneuvered both Laws of Power through various inscriptions and symbols within the Xuantian Decree while maintaining balance in the Yin Yang Principle throughout the process. Any imbalance—too much or too little on either side—would lead to failure; synchronization was essential. This was a lesson learned from previous failures.
"Poof!" He spat blood again as the Xuantian Decree fell to the ground once more. This refining attempt lasted nine days—his absolute limit. He had achieved an eighty percent success rate this time; however, as they say, "the last mile is always hardest." Ultimately, he still failed. Moreover, if refining did not succeed, any Law of Power left within the Xuantian Decree would instantly dissipate completely. Fortunately, due to its exquisite craftsmanship and durability, his earlier rough handling had left no damage at all on the Xuantian Decree.
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