The old monk's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "This method is good!"
He was not stingy and immediately plucked forty-one golden feathers from himself, leaving his wings a bit bare.
Chen Shi hesitated for a moment and said, "I also need your blood to write."
The old monk then bared his chest, cut open his heart, and let his heart blood flow out.
Chen Shi picked up a pen, dipped it in the immortal blood of a peak Taiyi Golden Immortal, and began writing the First Dao Principle on each feather.
The First Dao Principle at this moment was different from the one Chen Shi understood in his early years, becoming more complex, more mysterious, and profound, with increasingly strong outer dao.
If it weren't for the old monk's truly powerful cultivation and physical body, these golden feathers couldn't hope to bear the outer dao force of the First Dao Principle!
Chen Shi, in one go, wrote it forty-one times.
