Lin Tuo's idea was very simple, in fact, he had considered this issue as early as when he first passed down the cultivation method.

A few hundred years is indeed a long time for the human beings in the sand table.

It even completed the change of dynasty and established a cultivation system of nine to one grade.

However, is this enough for them to go ahead of Lin Tuo on the road of evolution?

Most likely, not.

After all, in the No. 2 sandbox, Hathaway and others are also amazingly talented, and they have a "wizard" background, but they haven't gotten through.

Of course, this is not to say that the progress of humanity in Sandbox 2 is slow, but that it is going in a different direction.

The original humans in Sandbox 2 were wasteland immigrants, and some of the elites themselves possessed extraordinary powers, and after obtaining the cultivation method, they only used it to enhance the power of "supernatural abilities".

As a result, for a long time, the direction of cultivation in the northern and southern continents mainly focused on the development and mastery of "skills".

Thus the entire "spell system" was built in one fell swoop.

The essence of it was collected by Lin Tuo, and hundreds of thick books were piled up on the desk.

And that's not even counting their achievements in the application of magic in the "civil" sphere.

It is precisely because they focus on the "application" of spells that they seem to lag behind in their own evolution.

If it is calculated based on the progress of quenching, Hathaway and other so-called high-level transcendents are not as good as Lin Tuo.

correspondingly.

In the No. 3 sandbox, except for the scarce number of demon clans, in terms of human beings alone, they had never mastered any transcendent power before Lin Tuo passed on the Qi Eating Method.

Therefore, after the rise of the group of demon slayers represented by Wang Tiefu, the entire human cultivation system was derived based on the Qi Consumption Method.

This led to the highly similar situation between Wang Xundao and Lin Tuo.

To sum up:

Sandbox No. 2: There are abilities first, and then there are cultivation methods, so focus on magic methods and light on yourself.

Sandbox No. 3: Only the cultivation method...... Human beings have no choice, so there is no "magic" at all.

Different soils produce different flowers.

If there is a so-called "evolutionary tree", then the two sandboxes are opposite branches.

However, the situation of the demon clan may be more similar to that of the No. 2 sandbox transcendent...... However, their number is too scarce to be large-scale, and naturally they cannot establish a system.

"Now, the cultivation system of the Dasheng Dynasty has been stuck in the first-grade realm, or the bottleneck of quenching, and if you want to continue to push forward, you can only exert external force.

Otherwise, I don't know when there will be a breakthrough, and even forever we will not be able to move forward. ”

As for the method of propulsion, it is also very simple.

That is to teach them the theory of magic in Sandbox Two.

Let's see if we can collide with any sparks.

However, there is a problem in this, that is, Lin Tuo does not have a good transmission route for the time being, which is not like the gas food method, which is easy to spread.

The entire theory of spells, no matter how concise it is, is at least a few books long.

How to teach is a big question.

Lin Tuo had envisioned this situation before, so he had already planned for it.

……

"The theory of spells is inherently obscure and can only be understood by a very small number of people, so there is no need to spread it to everyone...... As long as the best of the monks are chosen, and those who have great perseverance can be given......"

With these in mind, Lin Tuo raised the brush dipped in blood and gently drew the first traces on the paper.

"The easiest and most labor-saving way is to transcribe the relevant content and give it to Wang Xundao or Qin Tianjian...... There are the elite of human monks from all over the Sheng Country. ”

Lifting the pen, Lin Tuo dipped the red tip of the pen in the blood of his palm.

"The problem is that in this way, it is equivalent to excluding the demon race......

Today's human beings are no longer as weak as they were at the beginning, and the strength of the demon can be said to be balanced, there is no need for additional favoritism, all things are animist, and it should be wet with rain and dew......

Besides, the demon species might have an extra surprise for me...... It's like a sea tribe......"

Rustling...... The brush slices across the white paper, making a subtle sound.

"Also, it seems too cheap to give it directly......

If you want to have scriptures in Journey to the West, you still need to go through hardships to go west to obtain them, and in this regard, you can screen out those who have great perseverance, so as not to make the magic fall aside.

In addition, people do not appreciate things that are easy to come by......"

The last stroke of the pattern on the paper is completed.

Lin Tuo picked up the paper, blew lightly, dried the bloodstains, and immediately wrapped the black stone with this piece of paper with a model of a strange spell.

Sketch the same pattern in your mind...... When the spell model was completed, a mysterious power appeared, and Lin Tuo only felt that the ether in his body had disappeared out of thin air.

The wrapped black stone on the table suddenly floated more than ten centimeters into the air, and immediately burst into flames......

In the shaking of the flames, the Dao pattern drawn by the blood released a red light that was not dazzling, wriggling, like life, and in the next second, it suddenly burrowed into the stone and disappeared.

"Smack."

Catching it with his right hand, feeling the warmth of the stone in his palm, Lin Tuo exhaled lightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is a special kind of magic that uses the caster's "bodily fluids" as the core material, resonates with the Dao patterns in consciousness, consumes a certain amount of ether, and allows some materials to become the carrier of spells.

Body fluids include: blood, urine, tears, etc.

This technique is often used to make magic scrolls.

The spell model that Lin Tuo sealed inside the stone is called: Shadow Technique

The image of the caster's mind can be retained.

However, considering that the stone was not a suitable material, Lin Tuo estimated that this spell could be stored for more than ten days at most, and it was still a one-time thing.

"But it's enough." Whispering softly, Lin Tuo held the stone tightly in his hand, and then carefully looked at the derivative sand table next to him for a while.

Close your eyes, sketch a picture in your consciousness, and infuse it.

In the next second, a red light flashed on the surface of the stone, and this simple "magic item" was completed.

Raising his eyes and looking at the sky in the sand table, it was not yet night, Lin Tuo thought about it, put away the stone temporarily, and decided to take advantage of the fact that it was not dark to solve another trivial matter together.

……

……

Meanwhile.

Dasheng Dynasty, east of the capital, under the Dadong Mountain.

The quiet and quiet atmosphere of the past is gone, and the whole mountain peak is filled with a strange atmosphere.

The collapsed pavilion had been swept away, and Emperor Sheng had left surrounded by guards and returned to the imperial city.

It's just that the broken bricks in the square clearly show that not long ago, an amazing battle broke out here.

Near the square, at the top of the highest pavilion on the hill, is an open platform.

"Master, the medicine is ready."

At this moment, a monk stationed here in Qintianjian held the boiled medicinal soup, carefully walked up the stairs, looked at Wang Xundao, who was sitting in the middle of the platform and changed into a set of long-sleeved robes, and said.

"Put it down." The latter didn't turn his head, just sat here cross-legged, quietly looking ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master, it's windy here, so let's go back to your room and rest as soon as possible." The young monk put down the medicinal soup, hesitated, and finally couldn't help but speak.

Wang Xundao just waved his hand and didn't say anything, so the young monk had no choice but to sigh, turn around, walk down the stairs, and shake his head at the anxious juniors and disciples gathered below.

As monks who were fortunate enough to be admitted to Dongshan, they have always been proud to serve the strongest people in the world, and in the past, although the "Master" also sighed sadly, when he was in a bad mood, he had never been like this.

"You say, isn't Master angry?" Under the pavilion, a little monk couldn't help but whisper.

Someone next to me was curious: "Why do you say that?" ”

"Shouldn't you be angry if you lose?"

"What does it mean to lose? That's obviously because the master is too light on the enemy......" Hearing this, someone immediately retorted indignantly.

"Alright, let's stop." The disciple who came down from the upper floor scolded softly, and then pulled the group away a little.

Then he turned his head to look at the top of the attic with some apprehension.

Next to him, a little monk couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, when did you say that the master would come down?" ”

"I don't know, probably ...... When it's dark, it's supposed to be ...... Right? ”

……

It turned out that the young monk's judgment was not accurate, until the sun fell into the horizon, the sky was dark, and the entire Dongshan Pavilion was lit up, and Wang Xundao did not go down the pavilion.

The young monk relented and walked up the stairs to the top platform again.

Respectfully looking at the Great Grandmaster who seemed to be motionless, and then at the decoction that had not moved, which had been completely cold, begged:

"Master, it's late at night...... Let's take a break. ”

Seeing that the figure kneeling on the ground in the darkness was silent, just looking up, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, you've been sitting for several hours, what are you looking at?" ”

"I'm waiting."

In the dark, Wang Xundao's voice was extremely calm, without any frustration, grief, or anger...... And emotions like that, but with a hint of anticipation.

As if unaffected by the previous failure.

"Wait?" The young monk raised his head in surprise and followed the master's gaze, but only saw the starry sky, "What are you waiting for?" ”

"Answer."

Wang Xundao's answer was still brief.

"Answer?" The young monk repeated the word in confusion, and then wondered how there could be an answer in the starry sky.

Could it be that the master was stimulated by the battle on the sunny day...... Sure enough, it is better to go back to the house to recuperate, thinking of this, he hesitated, and persuaded bitterly:

"Master, why don't we go back to recuperate first, and then come out and wait when the weather is better tomorrow?" Besides, you can't wait to go back to the house......"

However, just when he was halfway through his words, he was suddenly interrupted by a hand raised by Wang Xundao in the dark: "Don't make noise!" Listen! ”

The voice was a little out of tune.

Listen?

What to listen to?

The young monk stood a little dazed, then followed Master's gaze and looked up at the endless, distant universe.

In the starry sky, there is tranquility.

At first, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

It took a dozen breaths before he faintly heard a whistling.

Then, he finally saw a "star" falling from the sky.