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Sixty-six magical artifacts were neatly arranged in a single row, and every single one of them belonged to none other than Song Shuhang himself — they were his life-bound treasures. As soon as these artifacts appeared, a resonance formed between them and Song Shuhang.

Due to the fact that they were life-bound treasures, they shared a deep connection with Song Shuhang. In the faintest of senses, Song Shuhang could feel that the time for their transformation was drawing near.

The sixty-six pieces of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts Combined Magical Treasure were arranged obediently. They resembled hungry baby birds with their mouths wide open, each eagerly awaiting Song Shuhang's spiritual nourishment.

"No need to rush; let's take it one step at a time," Song Shuhang said gently.

Artifact spirits were the cherished aspiration of every cultivator. Magical artifacts with and without artifact spirits were as different as night and day. The birth of an artifact spirit was an immensely challenging process that required not only unwavering dedication from the cultivator but also the alignment of auspicious circumstances. Even some transcendent treasures couldn't give rise to an artifact spirit. Most cultivators in the entire universe would never get to lay eyes on a divine weapon with an artifact spirit in their lifetime.

Song Shuhang was no stranger to artifact spirits as he had interacted with several senior artifact spirits.

For instance, Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword was an Immortal-level divine weapon with its own peculiar quirks. It had the odd habit of enjoying being swallowed by the virtuous lamia and participating in Song Shuhang's Saber Nurturing Technique. The bond between Song Shuhang and Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword was strong, and even after it had to return to Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven's possession, it left behind a Heart Demon Scarlet Heaven Sword to maintain their friendship.

Then there was the recently acquired Fellow Daoist Stone Tablet, a magical artifact crafted by Bai Chengdao, the Wielder of the Will. It occupied a realm between the ranks of a transcendent treasure and an Immortal divine weapon, but its power surged dramatically when made from gold which surpassed most Immortal divine weapons. It had the unique penchant for engaging in battles against the universe's heavyweights alongside Song Shuhang and recording Song Shuhang's 'death' anniversaries.

Additionally, there was the South Autumn Temple in Song Shuhang's Inner World, the palace of the Great Southern Emperor, one of the Four Great Emperors of the ancient Heavenly City. Now, it bore the surname Bai and resided in Senior White's custody. The South Autumn Temple possessed a tool spirit, making it the second most remarkable artifact spirit Song Shuhang had encountered.

As for the most significant artifact spirit, it belonged to the big-eyed planet. It was the most potent Dao Artifact and had the volume of a small planet. Its reputation as a catastrophe on the move was well-deserved, as it was a star-level magical tool. Song Shuhang hoped it could shed some weight; otherwise, facing it would be incredibly stressful.

Moreover, Lady Onion's Nine Virtues Phoenix Saber seemed to possess an artifact spirit as well. Like the big-eyed planet, it was also a Dao Artifact. However, its artifact spirit had a unique nature, resembling that of a pet. It might need to complete the Nine Transformations and ascend to the Nine Virtues realm to fully recover its capabilities.

Song Shuhang had two sets of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts Combined Magical Treasure. If they each developed an artifact spirit, that would mean having a total of sixty-six artifact spirits. Cultivators across the realm would be envious to the point of tears at the mere thought of it.

On the opposite side, the eyeball butler silently descended from the grill, took a shower, and returned to stand next to the three-eyed youth.

"My Lord, will Profound Sage Tyrannical Song succeed?" the eyeball butler inquired.

The Thirty-Three Divine Beasts Combined Magical Treasure was an extraordinary treasure that would function both as a unified whole and comprising thirty-three individual magical artifacts. If all of these magical artifacts developed a hint of consciousness, could it lead to a qualitative change when combined? Could they merge into a true artifact spirit while in their combined form?

"That's why I told you not to underestimate the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops. Regardless of how unreliable this product may seem, it is still a creation of the Heavenly Dao," the three-eyed youth commented. He suddenly raised his hand, producing a fresh bottle of Heavenly Dao Eye Drops. With a flick of his finger, a drop of it floated into the eyeball butler's body.

The eyeball butler was left bemused.

"Do you feel anything?" the three-eyed youth inquired.

"I feel like crying. I suspect these Heavenly Dao Eye Drops have expired. They sting," the eyeball butler replied. "It's like spicy food for my eyes."

The three-eyed youth was left at a loss.

He had thought that after administering the eye drops and cleansing the eyeball butler's eyes, it might become somewhat more normal. However, it appeared that hope was in vain, as the eyeball butler remained as eccentric as ever.

On the opposite side, Song Shuhang had just regrown his severed hand using the Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique. Witnessing how effortlessly he could regrow his lost limbs, an audacious idea sprouted in his mind. However, he quickly suppressed it deep within himself. Despite having experienced Lady Onion's green onion life for hundreds of years, there was no need for him to mimic her skill of sprouting green onion shoots and unsheathing sharp green onions. Furthermore, offering his own body as sustenance for the ghost spirit was a grotesque notion he couldn't accept physically or mentally.

After regenerating his palm, Song Shuhang opened the bottle containing the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops. With a flick of his finger, he used telekinesis to extract a drop of the potion from the bottle. The Heavenly Dao Eye Drops were extraordinarily precious and not to be squandered, so he had to gauge the precise amount required to awaken the consciousness of his life-bound magical treasure. However, Song Shuhang was unsure about the quantity necessary to activate the magical treasure's consciousness.

As such, he decided to use the Defiant Whale Warrior's Glove on his right hand as a test subject. He applied a drop of the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops onto the glove to determine the amount needed to initiate the transformation of the magical treasure.

Among his life-bound magical treasures, the Defiant Whale Warrior's Glove was unique. It was the life-bound magical treasure that held the highest significance, akin to the queen in an imperial harem. This was because the Defiant Whale Warrior's Glove had merged with Song Shuhang's life, refined with his own body, and extracted a significant toll from his life.

Its attributes, functions, and strength far surpassed the other magical treasures.

A drop of the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops landed on the Defiant Whale Warrior's Glove. The blue liquid containing profound laws swirled around the glove. After a brief rotation, the drop was promptly absorbed by the Defiant Whale Warrior's Glove.

The glove emitted a low vibration, and the sound of a whale's cry resonated from within. While numerous fragmented wills existed within the glove, they began to intertwine into a unified consciousness with the nourishment of the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops. Soon, a fledgling consciousness emerged.

This process went far smoother than Song Shuhang had anticipated. Once this Defiant Whale Warrior's Glove developed a feeble consciousness, it appeared as though it had been awakened. All its seals vanished, and it seemed to anticipate further growth and strengthening.

"Could this be the birth of an artifact spirit?" The three-eyed youth asked in surprise as he sat upright in his rocking chair. Could the Heavenly Dao Eye Drops be so potent?

Boom!

The Defiant Whale Warrior's Glove suddenly exploded, and a phantom materialized on its surface. The phantom assumed a cross-legged sitting posture, and beneath it, a divine whale swam leisurely. Upon closer inspection, one could discern a faint resemblance to Song Shuhang, although the figure was adorned in elegant robes.

"Is Shuhang cross-dressing?" Lady Onion swiftly retrieved her phone and snapped a series of pictures.