Chapter 744: Refining the Soul
"The spirit of the Nascent Soul?"
Ye Chunyang frowned, not knowing what Guanglingzi meant.
Guanglingzi looked at the black iron sheet in his hand that contained the method of refining treasures, and said: "Although this method is unique, it does not mention anything about the spirit. I guess the ancient cultivator who created this method could not have thought of this even if he had extraordinary talent."
After a pause, he continued: "Not to mention the rarity of the fourth-level demon soul in this world, even if you can find it, you will never be able to subdue it with your current cultivation. The only way is to smelt my spirit to smelt it."
"What? Use the spirit of the senior?" Even if Ye Chunyang was not very happy or angry, he was shocked when he heard Guanglingzi's words, and his face showed an expression of disbelief.
"Why, is it possible that the spirit of my late Nascent Soul is not as good as an ordinary fourth-level demon soul?" Guanglingzi curled his lips and said indifferently.
Ye Chunyang really thought he had heard it wrong, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Senior is a great cultivator from ancient times, and his spirit is extremely powerful. However, if you use your spirit to refine this treasure, you will also die. How can I be so selfish?" He frowned and looked at Guanglingzi, with a solemn look in his eyes.
"I am very pleased that you think so, but you don't have to feel any burden, because even if I don't use my spirit to help you refine the treasure, I will die in a few years." Guanglingzi smiled and nodded, but what he said shocked Ye Chunyang.
"Death, what's going on? Didn't you take the Ice Spirit Fruit in the Spirit Heaven Realm? You should have a lifespan of a hundred years. Now there are at least several decades left before the deadline." Ye Chunyang said in surprise.
"You are right. The Ice Spirit Fruit I took in the Spirit Heaven Realm can indeed extend my lifespan by a hundred years. However, I did not expect that in order to refine your lifeblood over the years, my true essence was greatly damaged. Even though the Ice Spirit Fruit is known as the fruit of longevity, its effect is greatly reduced. My lifespan, which could have lasted for a hundred years, has been shortened by nearly half. Even if I did not use my spirit to help you refine this scroll cloud flag, my lifespan would not last too long." Guanglingzi shook his head and said slowly.
Ye Chunyang's eyes flickered.
Guanglingzi's words really surprised him. The Ice Spirit Fruit can extend lifespan, which is what countless cultivators dream of. He never expected that Guanglingzi would become like this after taking it.
"Don't worry, kid. Although I don't have much time left, fortunately, after these years of refining, I have broken away from the connection with your lifeblood. Even after I die, you will not be affected in any way." Guanglingzi smiled indifferently, as if he could see what Ye Chunyang was thinking.
Ye Chunyang frowned slightly.
Since Guanglingzi lived in his clone, the two of them have been connected by fate. If one of them has an accident, the other will not be spared. Ye Chunyang naturally has concerns, but after hearing what Guanglingzi said, he also secretly checked and found that the restriction of the blood of life has been eliminated without a trace.
It seems that it is indeed as Guanglingzi said, and the fate connection between them has been refined by him.
After pondering for a long time, he said solemnly: "Even if the senior really runs out of life, he can retain a trace of soul and reincarnate in a normal way, but if you use your spirit to melt magic weapons for me, you will never be reborn. Senior, you don't have to do this."
Ye Chunyang is not a saint. In this world of immortal cultivation, he naturally wants to have stronger strength, but he will never do anything at the cost of the people around him. Guanglingzi has been with him for many years, and Ye Chunyang has long regarded him as a good teacher in his heart. How could he be selfish enough to melt his spirit into his own magic weapon?
"Hehe, you may seem indifferent on the surface, but after spending so many years with you, I can see that you are still affectionate and righteous in your heart. I just appreciate your character. I am doing this voluntarily, so you don't need to have any psychological burden."
Guanglingzi looked relieved, then laughed and said with emotion: "Although I am a little unwilling to use my spirit to become a replica of the spirit of the instrument, you also know that once you reincarnate, you will no longer have the memory of your cultivation in this life, and it is even hard to say whether you can have spiritual roots to re-enter the immortal path. Instead of keeping your soul and gambling on an unknown fate, it is better to disperse your spirit and turn it into a spirit of the instrument, so that you can keep some marks in the world of immortal cultivation."
Ye Chunyang was silent.
But he was not a hesitant person. Since Guanglingzi had made a decision, he naturally respected the other party, and it was not necessarily a bad thing for him.
It was just that Ye Chunyang was filled with emotion. Guanglingzi was a powerful figure tens of thousands of years ago. He sealed Tianxie Demon Lord with himself for the sake of justice. Now he willingly turned into a weapon spirit. It was a pity that thousands of years had passed.
"Okay, since it has been decided, you can refine the treasure again immediately! After all the spiritual materials are melted, I will find an opportunity to integrate the spirit, and then you just need to melt it." Guanglingzi waved his small hand filled with golden light, his expression indifferent.
Ye Chunyang let out a long breath, and without hesitation, he cast a spell again to gather the fire of the earth's core, and various spiritual materials were quickly thrown into it.
This Huolian Mountain is indeed a rare place for refining treasures. The fire of the earth's core is very pure, which is not much inferior to the Lexuan Mountain seen in the Chaos Demon Realm that year. It can just meet the spiritual energy required for refining the imitation of the Tongtian Lingbao.
After the failure last time, Ye Chunyang did not have a trace of carelessness in his heart. He concentrated on controlling the earth's fire and smelted various materials to the point of control.
But Ye Chunyang also found that imitating the Tongtian Lingbao consumed a huge amount of mana and consciousness. If it weren't for his powerful skills, and the Tongling Spring Water and various elixirs to restore it, it would probably not last too long under such precise refining.
Guanglingzi floated on the side, his eyes shining with golden light staring at the spiritual materials gradually refined in the earth fire, his face sometimes solemn, sometimes complicated, and occasionally a little expectant.
But he didn't say much, as if waiting for some opportunity.
The underground was filled with a solemn atmosphere for a while. Except for the clear sound of the spiritual materials being smelted, there was no other sound, as if the dew drops in the woods became clearly audible.
After a few days, this solemn atmosphere was finally broken by a sudden roar of golden rainbow.
In the treasure refining area where Ye Chunyang was, golden light suddenly shone, like waves sweeping out layer by layer, accompanied by an amazing spiritual pressure, and the entire Huolian Mountain was buzzing with a loud sound, presenting a terrifying scene of rocks collapsing and rivers stopping flowing.
If someone could see through the illusion array set up by Ye Chunyang, they would find that at this moment, in the mountain, waves of spirit fluctuations were gathering rapidly, accompanied by countless lightning and thunder, as if they were integrated with some spiritual objects, and such a scene lasted for three months without retreating.
I don’t know how long it took, the wind and lightning in the air gradually subsided, and the golden light emanating from the mountain gradually faded, and finally dissipated silently, and the Huolian Mountain that was originally covered by the illusion array also reappeared.
But the Huolian Mountain at this time was very different from a few months ago. The trees on the mountain were originally shady, but now they were all withered. The fire spirit that had been pervading the mountain for years had also completely disappeared, and it had become a completely dead and silent barren mountain without any spirit at all.
However, because a rough man in the Jindan stage had cleared the scene before, even if they found the strange scene on Huolian Mountain, they did not dare to rush in to investigate. They just gathered a hundred miles away and watched from afar and speculated secretly.
But what they didn't know was that before Huolian Mountain reappeared, this place had already been deserted. The "rough man" had already arrived at an uninhabited isolated peak thousands of miles away, holding a palm-sized flag with green and red glow in one hand, and a square piece of strange wood about two feet long in the other hand, with a complicated look in his eyes.
"According to the treasure refining method left by the ancient monk, this flag is a copy of the Rolling Cloud Flag, and it seems to be called the Illusionary Cloud Flag."
At this time, Ye Chunyang has transformed back to his original appearance, holding the imitation of the Rolling Cloud Flag that was just refined not long ago. As soon as he let go, the flag automatically hung in his palm and absorbed the surrounding heaven and earth energy, showing extraordinary spirituality.
If you carefully detect it, you will find that there is an extremely familiar spiritual fluctuation on this flag, which is exactly the same as Guanglingzi.
After staring at this flag for a long time, Ye Chunyang turned his eyes to the square strange wood beside him and slowly placed it on the ground. Then the wood shook lightly, and a faint spiritual light came out, and a middle-aged man with an illusory figure appeared from it.
This middle-aged man was dressed in a gold-sprinkled Taoist robe, with a handsome face and a majestic aura between his eyebrows. After he appeared, there were bursts of pleasant fairy music around him, just like a god descending on earth.
"Since I lost my body, I have not been able to show my true appearance for tens of thousands of years..." The middle-aged man looked up at the sky, his face seemed to be disappointed, but more like he was relieved.
"Senior!"
Ye Chunyang looked at the middle-aged man, his face was surprised for a moment, and then he bowed solemnly.
This figure was Guanglingzi. After dispersing his spirit to help Ye Chunyang refine the treasure, his Nascent Soul had dissipated between heaven and earth. Now only this last soul is left. Ye Chunyang also saw his true appearance for the first time.
"Tens of thousands of years have passed, as if in the blink of an eye. In another half a moment, my soul will also dissipate. Boy, you and I have been together for many years, and it is finally time to say goodbye." Although Guanglingzi has experienced countless vicissitudes, he has a carefree attitude of seeing through everything.
Ye Chunyang's heart was surging, and he bowed deeply and said, "Chunyang thanks you for your years of teaching!"
"It is a great fate that we met. With your talent, you can go a long way on the road of cultivation even without my guidance. I just saved you some detours." Guanglingzi waved his hand.
He looked up at the sky, sighed after a long time, and said, "Boy, do you still remember that you promised to help me do something? I have some unfulfilled wishes before I leave."
"Senior, just tell me what you want, Chunyang will do it to the best of my ability." Ye Chunyang thought about it and said solemnly.