Within Yu Ci's Storage Ring, there were numerous medicinal herbs and pills. Among them, some were the Rest Incense gifted to him by Bi Chao last time. The powdery remnants of these items, sprinkled down, were then crushed and washed away by the Black Tide in the void, becoming even more fragmented and covering Yu Ci from head to toe.
If Yu Ci's body were to fail him, he would probably end up in a similar state.
What on earth was this place?
At this point, even moving his eyeballs was a tremendous effort for Yu Ci, let alone observing his surroundings. All he could see were the cracked layers of rock above him, which gave the impression of an inverted pit, creating a sense of spatial disorientation.
He attempted to use Soul Sensing, but his Divine Will Power was forcefully suppressed just a foot away. The surrounding Black Tide pressed down so hard that it seemed to want to surge into him, stirring his Divine Soul. Yu Ci hadn't anticipated such a consequence. His Divine Soul was shaken, as if it had been thrown into a tsunami. The colossal waves crashed down one after another, but Yu Ci's strong will, coupled with the residual power of the True Essence of the Heavenly Dragon he had previously activated, managed to stabilize his Divine Soul, preventing it from being destroyed by the tide immediately.
However, the relentless pressure continued unabated, as if it would not rest until his Divine Soul was crushed. At this moment, the connection between Yu Ci's Divine Soul and Vitality was extremely close. The pressure on the former was also felt by the latter, and then extended to his physical body. His already overburdened body, along with this additional pressure, was on the brink of collapse.
This situation could not continue! Thousands of thoughts raced through Yu Ci's mind, but at this stage, the only method he could and should execute was that one...
He steadied himself, using all his strength to open his lips slightly and inhale deeply. At this moment, various fragments of medicinal herbs and pills were mixed in the space around his mouth and nose, along with shards of porcelain bottles. Drawing these into his mouth, he couldn't describe the taste.
However, the most easily dissolved were always those refined pills. A slight touch of saliva was enough to distinguish the components of the fragments. Most were useless residues left in his mouth, but a small portion melted into warm threads, slid down his throat, and quickly dispersed.
"I hope this works."
Yu Ci closed his eyes, a series of incantations flowing from his heart, and his Divine Soul Vitality responded.
It was a feeling similar to tremors, starting from the top of his head and instantly penetrating to the soles of his feet. Amid these subtle vibrations, Yu Ci felt as if something was shaking off and separating, then felt as if he was covered with a thick layer of film. After nurturing within this "film" for a while, his thoughts flowed like a sharp knife, instantly cutting open the layer.
With the bindings broken, Yu Ci naturally struggled, and his body suddenly lifted, floating up.
In an instant, his perspective shifted. Yu Ci felt as though the world had turned upside down. After a moment of bewilderment, he saw his own body lying stiffly on the ground. Yu Ci didn't know what to feel. As he raised his hand, he saw two faint shadows. In fact, his floating body now looked the same.
The Yin Spirit is leaving the body!
Yu Ci, a male, employs the secret teachings of the Lichen Sect, "The Birth of the Yin Spirit from the Fetal Garment". He regards the Yin Spirit as a newborn, the physical body as its fetal garment. The emergence of the Yin Spirit is akin to an infant leaving its mother's womb, a process that requires extreme care and meticulous nurturing. The initial departure of the Yin Spirit is protected by the Pure Yang Energy for a few moments, making it the safest method for beginners. Furthermore, Yu Ci has made other arrangements.
His thoughts shift as his gaze locks onto the Pure Yang Talisman Sword held by the silhouette. The power accumulated before the departure of the spirit erupts, and the Curse Power pierces through in an instant!
The fire power contained within the Pure Yang Talisman Sword, stimulated, surges outward. Coupled with the already high temperature of the surrounding space, the air crackles and a burst of firelight ensues. The intense heat consumes the surrounding air and the clothes of the figure on the ground turn to ashes. More importantly, as the firelight sweeps across, a rich fragrance diffuses, permeating the surroundings.
This is the Rest Incense.
A few days ago, Master Bi Chao, a female, had delivered this incense and the Turtle Crane Stove. Yu Ci, finding the incense burner too cumbersome, left it in his room, carrying the incense with him. Unlike Elixirs and Pills, crushed incense burns better. When ignited by the fire power of the Pure Yang Talisman Sword, the space is immediately filled with an exotic fragrance.
The moment the fragrance spreads, the surrounding void seems to be draped with a thick curtain, blocking the cold wind from outside. Many precious incenses in the world have calming and evil-repelling effects. When the Yin Spirit is not yet mature, it can nurture the Divine Soul. Once the Yin Spirit is accomplished, it can alleviate the intense reaction between the Yin Spirit and the external Primordial Qi. The Rest Incense has the same effect, even surpassing the standard.
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Yu Ci's Yin Spirit resides within this curtain formed by the fragrance, which continues to expand. The Rest Incense is very durable. Bi Chao had delivered over two pounds, enough to last for more than a month if burned continuously day and night. However, due to its thorough pulverization, Yu Ci set it on fire, and in an instant, eighty percent was burned. The resulting fragrance is so rich that even after a long period of diffusion, there are no signs of significant thinning.
The pressure in the surroundings shows a trend of weakening.
At this moment, Yu Ci has a feeling that the Yin Spirit, initially departing from the body, is becoming increasingly refined. The Pure Yang Energy brought about by "The Birth of the Yin Spirit from the Fetal Garment" seems to be bound by some force, and for a moment, it has not dissipated.
It is the power of the medicine.
Before this, he had inhaled the medicinal powder for a reason. The variety of Elixirs and Pills in the Storage Ring were not many, with three kinds for healing wounds, two for nurturing the vital energies, and beyond these, there was only one type left - the Soul Soothing Pill.
When Zhao Xi Qiao originally exchanged these Elixirs and Pills for Blood Treasure, he convinced that swallowing one could protect the Divine Soul from scattering for a day, which would be very beneficial for practicing the Yin Spirit out of the body. Yu Ci, with his keen sense of smell, discerned the faint scent of the Soul Soothing Pill in the medicinal powder he breathed in. Even if faint, it was better than nothing, providing an extra layer of protection for his Yin Spirit.
Yu Ci had undoubtedly made the right bet.
The oppressive Black Tide seemed to be restrained by the fragrance, or perhaps the counteracting force from earlier had been exhausted. At this moment, Yu Ci was suddenly much more composed. In the tent surrounded by the fragrance, he finally had the leisure to observe his surroundings.
Yu Ci had once thought that the place he was in must be a very secluded place, perhaps the cave dwelling of a senior practitioner. The extremely disheveled Black Tide was presumably the seal of the cave...
However, the scene before his eyes clearly was not so. This was a semi-open, huge space, or rather, a massive opening. It was as if the axe of a god had struck the mountain, blasting open a space five miles deep and a hundred feet high at its highest point. Yu Ci could vaguely see the misty void outside.
Standing here, humans seemed extraordinarily insignificant.
The entire opening was sloping, wider on the outside and narrower inside. But the place where Yu Ci was located was clearly an exception. It appeared to have been artificially polished, with a very flat platform cut out on the surface of the slope. Yu Ci was situated right in the center of this platform, and right above his head was a passage that was a hundred and twenty feet long.
Yu Ci's Yin Spirit floated up, looking at the dark passage above his head. For some reason, he suddenly felt an extremely heavy force descending from the passage, entering from the top of his head, making his Yin Spirit sink. This feeling was fleeting, and by the time Yu Ci reacted, it had disappeared.
After such an experience, Yu Ci instinctively did not want to look at the passage again. His Yin Spirit naturally simulated his six senses, scanning the surroundings.
Then, he saw scattered sparks.
Fire?
Yu Ci suddenly shivered. In this dimly lit space, no matter what, fire should be the most dazzling thing. These scattered sparks had clearly been there for a long time, but before this, he had not noticed them at all. It was as if a thick black cloth had been draped over this side, only being lifted now to reveal its true face to him.
The sparks were of two colors, one blood-red and the other pale blue, scattered throughout the opening, but most densely around the platform. Each spark was not particularly intense, the size of a bean, flickering non-stop in the flowing wind, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment. Yet, Yu Ci could distinctly feel that they contained some indescribable power.
The Yin Spirit extended its tendrils, a natural reaction. Yet upon approach, Yu Ci felt a sudden chill, a sense of imminent danger erupted from the depths of his Divine Soul, causing the Yin Spirit to tremble in fear.
The Black Tide surged again, overwhelming as an all-encompassing storm!
The shelter formed by the Scent of Rest was blasted open in an instant. Yu Ci's Yin Spirit violently shook, almost scattering into nothingness. He quickly recited a calming mantra, narrowly maintaining his composure. But then came the second wave, the third, the fourth... an endless onslaught. Within the gaping hole, it was as if a tidal wave was unleashed, threatening to crush everything within.
Yu Ci understood: there were no caves here, no seals, only the flickering flames. And these flames were the source of the destructive Black Tide!
In the blink of an eye, Yu Ci was on the brink of collapse. At this moment, neither the Rest Incense nor the Soul Soothing Pill had any effect. The fragrant shelter was shattered, and without its protective barrier, Yu Ci became increasingly sensitive to the changes in the external Primordial Qi. The impact and pain he felt intensified. At this moment, only his will was the last hope to keep the Yin Spirit from dispersing.
Ironically, under these circumstances, Yu Ci's perception of the flames reached an unprecedented clarity. In his hazy consciousness, he saw that the flames were not flames, but two intensely "burning" auras. Their source was at the core of the "flames", a droplet as clear as jade...
A droplet of blood?
When this realization flashed across his mind, there was a loud bang in Yu Ci's head, as if a shackle had been shattered. Countless strange images flooded in, flowing and evolving in the depths of his consciousness, rearranging themselves.
Yu Ci suddenly realized, this was the Black Tide!
It was an enormous amount of information, enough to cause a breakdown, emanating from the hundreds of flames in the vast opening. It intended to enter the consciousness of the visitor, but due to the disparity in levels and obstructed pathways, it transformed into the overwhelming Black Tide, into pure destructive power. Until Yu Ci's Divine Light appeared, seizing an opportunity, using this opportunity as a key to open the portal of communication.
A strong flash of light originated from the depths of his consciousness, the just-arranged information.
Yu Ci saw, in the boundless fog, a rainbow light cutting through the sky, sharp as a blade, slicing through four mountain peaks in a flash, then heavily crashing onto a massive mountain deep in the fog.
The mountain cracked, and a huge gap appeared.
Then there were two shadowy figures, seemingly unreal, rushing straight from the outer fog, constantly entangling and colliding with each other. Blood splattered in their skirmish, a gruesome sight.
Blood droplets fell on the cliff wall, igniting like oil, burning fiercely.
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