Zhou Yuan stared at the wind spirit pattern mother body exuding an extremely ancient aura with a fiery look. It took him a long time to calm down. Then his soul sent a request to the mottled divine mould. After all, the wind spirit pattern mother body exists above the divine mould. If the divine mould is not allowed, his soul will probably be crushed as long as he dares to get close.

After accepting Zhou Yuan's request, Shenmo did not refuse. As long as it did not touch the issue of principle, it generally would not reject Zhou Yuan's request, because this was an order left by Cang Yuan when he created it.

In a sense, anyone who has practiced the Chaos Divine Mirror Vision may control it, but Zhou Yuan is too weak to do this at all.

When the God Mine allowed it, Zhou Yuan sat down happily, and then the power of his soul emanated from the mottled God Mine gradually approached the mottled God Mine.

As the power of the soul approached, Zhou Yuan could feel the terrifying oppression brought by the God Mo. Even though the God Mo deliberately restrained the pressure, the oppression still made Zhou Yuan's soul power fluctuate violently, as if it was about to collapse.

Fortunately, Zhou Yuan forcibly resisted the oppression, and the power of the soul approached the Feng Ling pattern mother body.

With the power of his soul, he hovered outside the Feng Lingwen mother body, feeling the mysterious aura fluctuations.

This fluctuation is slightly similar to the source mark of the Feng Ling pattern, but it seems more vast.

Zhou Yuan's soul power occupies the Feng Ling pattern mother body, constantly familiarizing himself with its breath and traces of movement. After nearly half a stick of incense, he finally withdrew the soul power back.

Zhou Yuan showed a contemplative look on his face, stretched out his finger and slashed the void in front of him. Countless source marks surged out, gradually forming a complex and obscure source pattern. It was the source pattern that he had deduced for several days. However, because of the lack of core objects, this source pattern was fluctuating and was dead.

Zhou Yuan's soul waves, and the power of the soul quickly condensed in front of him. He began to copy the breath of the Feng Ling pattern mother body.

At the beginning, copying was constantly failing, but as the number of failures increased, Zhou Yuan's copying became more and more proficient. After all, the ontology was right in front of him, and he could change the wrong places in copying at any time.

After experiencing such failures for many times, at one moment, a subtle breath that was copied from the soul finally appeared in front of Zhou Yuan.

When the ray of breath appeared in front of him, Zhou Yuan clearly saw that a glimmer of light was blooming on the mother body of the mottled divine mould.

"It's done!"

Zhou Yuan was overjoyed, but he kept calm and focused in his heart. Then he thought, and the subtle breath in front of him floated towards the source shell, and finally came directly to the most core position, entrenched down, and then flowed.

Buzz!

When it flowed, this dead source mordant burst out with light in time, as if it had been resurrected.

Zhou Yuan circulated his soul and slowly compressed the source pattern, and finally formed the size of a palm. He quickly took out a blank jade slip and engraved the palm-sized source pattern on it.

At this moment, the new source pattern he created finally took shape!

"Has it finally succeeded..." A hint of excitement surged in Zhou Yuan's eyes, and then his soul rolled up the jade slip, penetrated the wind layer, and quickly fell back to his body.

"Try the effect!"

Zhou Yuan rummaged through the Qiankun Bag for a long time, and finally found a pitiful Guiyuan treasure coin in the corner with a dark face. I don’t know when it was the fish that missed the net.

"Are you so poor?" Zhou Yuan muttered, took it out, and then quickly burned it.

As the last Guiyuan treasure coin was burned, a blue wind roared down from the sky soon.

Zhou Yuan quickly slapped the jade slip, and saw a surging light. A source pattern appeared on his chest. The source pattern was not as mesh as a trace pattern, but was like a small vortex...

The heavenly wind was shrouded in, and the wind slashed across the body like a blade.

Zhou Yuan concentrated on his mind and sensed.

Widths of Strength of the Strong Wind passed by, and Zhou Yuan could even sense some of the source marks contained in the Strong Wind.

And when they come into contact with the body, the source pattern vortex in the chest suddenly moved, and it seemed that some kind of fluctuation was transmitted.

The next moment, Zhou Yuan clearly felt that the gale winds that had passed by his body slightly stagnated for a moment. Then he opened his eyes wide and saw that the source marks like tiny light spots actually broke out from the gale wind, and were directly and automatically threw themselves into the source pattern vortex like birds entering the forest.

After a while, when the sun's spiritual wind completely dissipated, Zhou Yuan's eyes were still staring.

"This efficiency is nearly 50% higher than usual!" Zhou Yuan was a little shocked. You should know that the efficiency of improving the trace pattern is only about 20%, and his source pattern can actually have a 50% effect?!

If there are 100% of the source marks contained in the Tianling Gangfeng every time, then the body will absorb them without relying on external objects. With the trace mark pattern, this number can reach 60%, but now, his source pattern can increase its efficiency to 90%!

Don’t underestimate this higher 30%. If it accumulates over the years, it will definitely be a considerable scale.

This effect shocked Zhou Yuan.

"Is this the difference between passiveness and initiative?" Zhou Yuan couldn't help but smack his tongue. He had guessed before that the breath of the wind spirit pattern as the core of the source pattern may have a considerable effect on the source mark of the wind spirit pattern, but now it seems that he still underestimated the attraction of the mother's breath to the source mark of the wind spirit pattern.

"Fifty percent of the effect is too high. This should be because I copied the Feng Ling pattern mother body too perfect. If I wanted to create a large number of such source patterns in the future, there was no need to do it so perfectly, otherwise it would be too waste of energy and time."

Zhou Yuan's eyes flashed, and the effect of the trap pattern was 20%. He thought it would be good to suppress the effect of his source pattern to 40% for sale. As for the effect of 50%, it can be used exclusively for some trustworthy people, such as Ye Bingling, Yi Qiushui, Liu Zhixuan and others...

However, it finally succeeded.

Zhou Yuan's face showed a look of relief, and then he sat cross-legged again, his soul broke out of his body, passed through the wind layer, and came to the place where the god mould was.

He needs to make a lot of stuff for tomorrow.

So, in the following midnight, Zhou Yuan kept copying the breath of the Feng Ling pattern mother body, and then made new source pattern jade slips.

When he felt that when the next morning came, more than two hundred jade slips were floating in front of him.

Zhou Yuan's soul stretched out his palm and held a jade slip. He looked at the inscribed source patterns on it, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I haven't given it a name yet..."
Chapter completed!