At this moment, in his own world, Mo Wuji was without defenses, all his mind and soul were immersed in searching for the Nailhead Book Feather Arrow that had disappeared within his body.

A day passed, two days passed...

When the tenth day passed, Mo Wuji's face turned grim. He was weakened to the extreme. Not only that, even his vitality needed the help of the Vitality God Pill.

But the aura of the Nailhead Book Feather Arrow he was looking for was nowhere to be found. Even though his Storage Meridian was scouring his meridians and body again and again, there was nothing abnormal. Yet his vitality and Dao rhythm were constantly being consumed. Later on, even his soul began to become unstable.

Fortunately, this was in his own world, otherwise, Mo Wuji suspected that he would have been unable to hold on long ago. Even so, he couldn't continue to persist.

Mo Wuji stood up with a gloomy face, and he arrived outside his spirit herb garden. Besides the unconscious Ji Li, there was also a Saint imprisoned by him, Huan Ti.

Huan Ti seemed to have resigned himself to fate, staying quietly in Mo Wuji's spirit herb garden, occasionally observing the growth of the spirit herbs.

As soon as Mo Wuji appeared in this spirit herb garden, Huan Ti noticed it. He looked up at Mo Wuji, then exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, could it be that you didn't subdue Ming Yue? Instead, you were hit by his Nailhead Book Feather Arrow?"

Mo Wuji didn't find it strange that Huan Ti Saint could see that he had been hit by the Nailhead Book Feather Arrow. It would be strange if Huan Ti couldn't see it.

Who was Huan Ti? This was a Saint. It was precisely because Huan Ti was a Saint that he came here today for help.

Before Mo Wuji could speak, Huan Ti smiled and said, "It seems like you've come to ask for my help?"

Mo Wuji said calmly, "That's right, I do need your help, you can name your conditions. Of course, wanting to leave here is probably impossible."

Huan Ti said lightly, "Sorry, I can't help you."

"I'll help you pull out the Seven Buddha Shovel," Mo Wuji said, looking at Huan Ti.

Huan Ti shook his head.

"Plus, I'll give you Hongmeng Life Breath."

Huan Ti still shook his head.

"And give you a piece of Celestial Pivot Mud," Mo Wuji said almost through gritted teeth.

Huan Ti looked at Mo Wuji in surprise, "You even have Celestial Pivot Mud?"

It wasn't that Huan Ti was surprised, because this thing was really useful to him. Countless people died and were injured for a piece of Celestial Pivot Mud in the universe, and later that Celestial Pivot Mud should have been lost in his Godsfall Tower.

"Just say yes or no? I like things to be straightforward," Mo Wuji could only endure his displeasure, now he was the one asking for help.

Sighing, Huan Ti said, "I can't help it, it's not that I don't want to make a deal with you. If I really had a way, I would definitely ask to trade life for life, you let me leave, and I'll tell you the solution. Unfortunately, I can't solve the Nailhead Book."

Mo Wuji took a deep breath. Even a Saint couldn't solve the Nailhead Book. And Huan Ti's words were very clear, this Nailhead Book was deadly, otherwise he wouldn't have said the words "trade life for life."

Mo Wuji was very disappointed. If he really was going to fall, he would at least revive Ji Li before he fell, and then kill Huan Ti.

Seeming to sense Mo Wuji's killing intent, Huan Ti sighed, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I feel your killing intent. I know, once you can't unlock the Nailhead Book, I guess I'll die before you, right?"

Mo Wuji didn't answer, this was inevitable. He himself was falling, and he would never allow a living Huan Ti to exist in his world.

Huan Ti hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I've heard of a very strange method to break the Nailhead Book, but this method is a bit outrageous, because first you have to burn your primordial spirit..."

"Burn the primordial spirit?" Mo Wuji asked in surprise.

Huan Ti nodded, "That's right, burn your primordial spirit. After being hit by the Nailhead Book Feather Arrow, you must first wrap the Nailhead Book with your own Great Dao Dao rhythm, and then pull it out in the shortest possible time. Obviously, you didn't do that. Once the Nailhead Book turns into Dao rhythm aura, a large part of it is entangled in the primordial spirit and merges with the primordial spirit. No matter how strong you are, you can't peel off the Nailhead Book until the primordial spirit collapses and dies.

You should know how important a cultivator's primordial spirit is. Once the primordial spirit is burned, it's equivalent to destroying the Dao foundation. Moreover, burning your primordial spirit can't completely clear the Nailhead Book Dao rhythm aura. Even more terrifying is the unbearable agony and pain."

"Then what?" Mo Wuji quickly asked.

Huan Ti smiled and said, "After the primordial spirit is burned, your life is temporarily saved, and then you use the remaining lifespan to force out the remaining Nailhead Book Dao rhythm, barely lingering on your last breath."

Although Huan Ti said a method, in fact, this method was really the same as saying nothing. According to Huan Ti's statement, he would still die in the end.

Mo Wuji had heard of the Nailhead Book, this kind of terrifying magic weapon. Once on Earth, he had heard of the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book. Mo Wuji had once just listened and let it go. China had a long heritage, and it was nothing special to have some myths and legends.

After he obtained the Heavenly Astral Transformation himself, Mo Wuji knew that this world was far from what he understood. He didn't know it, didn't mean it didn't exist.

Huan Ti provided a method that couldn't be eradicated, burning the primordial spirit.

For other cultivators, it might be used temporarily, but for Mo Wuji, it was useless at all. He didn't have a primordial spirit at all, he only had a Great Sea of Consciousness, and a Purple Qi Lake in the Great Sea of Consciousness. Without a primordial spirit, how could he burn the primordial spirit?

Mo Wuji sighed and said to Huan Ti, "I'm really sorry, Saint Huan Ti, I have to kill you. I have no way to save myself."

Seeing the old fellows of the past emerging one by one, Huan Ti felt a little unwilling in his heart. He had been very optimistic about Mo Wuji, but he hadn't even escaped the Nailhead Book of Ming Yue God Emperor, this was simply...

"Wait..." Huan Ti stopped Mo Wuji's movements, "I'm in your world now, I can't escape. You can kill me before you die, it's not urgent. With your methods, even if you burn your primordial spirit, you can live for a long time."

Mo Wuji said lightly, "I don't want to burn my primordial spirit, so you have to leave one step ahead."

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I am willing to send out a trace of my Great Dao soul for you to brand and drive. You also know that if something really happens to you, I will definitely die," Huan Ti said again.

Mo Wuji asked in surprise, "Fellow Daoist Huan Ti, I remember you were in a hurry to seek death, why do you want to live now?"

For a Saint, sending out a trace of the Great Dao soul to others for branding is equivalent to betraying everything about oneself. His life and death are equal to being controlled in Mo Wuji's hands. Mo Wuji can let him die at any time, and once something happens to Mo Wuji, it is equal to Huan Ti having something happen.

Mo Wuji had used this method in the cultivation world. He had taken in a servant in True Star, named Chang Sai. According to Mo Wuji's current feeling, Chang Sai should still be alive, just not knowing where he is. If he added Huan Ti, then he would have two servants.

But Huan Ti and Chang Sai were different, this was a Saint.

Seeming to know what Mo Wuji was thinking, Huan Ti sighed, "I feel the extraordinary nature of your world. Although I was a little surprised that you were injured by Ming Yue, I am still optimistic about you. I am sure that if I don't do this, you will kill me without hesitation. I don't want to die for the time being, so I can only send out my soul imprint."

After saying this, Huan Ti laughed at himself, "Saint... Saints are just like that, I have seen through it."

Huan Ti looked at Mo Wuji calmly. He had decided that if Mo Wuji disagreed, then he would commit suicide. Saints also have dignity. The reason why he did this was because he was unwilling, extremely unwilling. He hadn't seen Luo Xu die, he hadn't taken revenge yet.

Another reason was that he was very optimistic about Mo Wuji's complete world. This world was the most powerful universe world he had ever seen. He had a premonition that Mo Wuji would even surpass the existence of a Saint in the future.

Although this was a bit unrealistic, Huan Ti still wanted to see it. After all, nothing was left after death, but if he didn't die, he still had a chance to see it.

Moreover, deep in his heart, he had a premonition that Mo Wuji didn't seem to be someone who would die so easily.

"Okay, I agree. Send out your Great Dao soul," Mo Wuji nodded and said to Huan Ti.

Without saying a word, Huan Ti directly slapped out a trace of the Great Dao soul. After being imprisoned by Mo Wuji for this period of time, he had already understood that the dignity of a Saint could be abandoned compared to life.

Mo Wuji rolled his hand and branded Huan Ti's Great Dao soul, then turned and left.

Mo Wuji didn't care about Huan Ti sending out the Great Dao soul imprint, he didn't even have a sense of accomplishment. He walked to Ji Li's side and put the Extreme Ice Heavenly Bamboo in Ji Li's arms. With his current ability, he had no way to save Ji Li. The only thing he could do was to try not to let his world collapse after he fell.

After doing these things, Mo Wuji entered the process of searching for the Dao rhythm aura of the Nailhead Book Feather Arrow again.

(The second update may be slightly delayed.)