Han Yu walked a few steps, thinking deeply.
"This scroll is old," he said. "And it is incomplete in places. The formation diagrams are blurred, and some steps are described vaguely. This means it has either been copied poorly, or deliberately damaged."
"That is true," the Patriarch admitted. "We found it in a ruin many years ago. Several parts were already damaged. We spent decades repairing what we could, but we are not of your sect. Some things we simply could not restore."
Han Yu looked at him. "And yet you still prepared the materials."
"Yes."
"What materials have you gathered?" Han Yu asked.
The Patriarch listed them one by one. Each name made Han Yu's brows twitch slightly.
Soul-binding blood crystal.
Heart marrow of a Nascent Soul realm beast.
Seven Yin Moon Grass.
Three strands of Heaven-sundered bone thread.
And finally, a basin of living blood refined through secret methods.
Han Yu could already tell how terrifying the cost was.
