The clone stepped out of the shop with none of the satisfaction it had hoped to find.
There was, technically, one way to obtain something closer to what Emery actually needed—a true Grand Magus vessel.
The attendant had mentioned it only after being pressed, lowering his voice as though speaking of something best left unspoken.
A reused vessel.
The preserved body of a deceased Grand Magus.
Such bodies were rare and, officially, illegal to buy or sell. But rarity and legality were not the greatest obstacles.
Compatibility was.
For ordinary cultivators, the vessel had to have cultivated laws similar to their own. Otherwise, the soul and body would constantly reject one another, making it nearly impossible to unleash one's full strength.
For half-bloods, the requirements became even stricter.
It was not enough for the body to belong to the same race. It had to possess a simmilar bloodline, close enough that truly compatible vessels usually came from members of the same family.
