Chapter 118: Mountain of Light

  "Ding ding ding~~ Dong dong dong~~~"

  Ning Feng opened the eyes of his heart, and all he saw was a blurry scene between heaven and earth. Only one golden bell floated in the center, automatically swinging out sound waves like ripples on water.

  He stared blankly at the sound waves and bodies, listening to the ringing in his ears, and then his whole body was frozen like ice.

  One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

  After several breaths of time had passed, Ning Feng suddenly turned his head around, looking at the sound wave disappearing at the edge of the sky and earth, with a look of horror involuntarily appearing on his face.

  "The mind is concentrated and the movement is stagnant."

  "This is Soul Capture?!"

  The wind was blowing fiercely and his tongue was still moving, but in his consciousness, he felt that time had passed in an instant. However, when he turned back to look, the sound waves were already thousands of miles away.

  "In the meantime, it's gone!"

  Ning Feng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and just thought that if such a situation were to occur in battle, it would be disastrous. His gaze towards the Soul-Seizing Bell changed instantly.

  A combat intuition sprouted in his heart, and Ning Feng involuntarily began to think of a plan.

  "The Soul-Capturing Golden Bell has such a heaven-defying effect here, I suppose it's because this is the internal space of the bell and I've entered with my heart and spirit."

  "Even if the effect is only one in ten thousand, it's enough to make the enemy hesitate for a moment."

  "Good baby!"

  Ning Feng thought happily and moved his mind, in this soul-capturing golden bell's space, it was just one step, and he appeared by its side.

  Slowly raising his hand, slowly pressing down, between the Soul-Seizing Golden Bell and Ning Feng's palm, the airflow suddenly intensified, a grayish misty airflow seemed to be layered, blocking his hand from pressing down.

  "Bang bang bang bang~~"

  A burst of air exploded, and Ning Feng's palm slowly but firmly pressed onto the Soul-Sealing Bell.

  "Right!"

  A clear and melodious sound echoes far and wide.

  The wind blew his clothes and sleeves backward as if he had been hit by a hurricane.

  His palm was also shaken open, and a palm print appeared on the body of the Soul-Seizing Bell.

  The next moment, the palm print twisted. Like water, it spread unceasingly, eventually covering the entire Soul- Capturing Golden Bell, gradually seeping into it, leaving no trace.

  The golden bell leaves no mark, but Ning Feng's heart has a trace.

  As this process was completed, in a daze, he seemed to feel that between his heart and the Soul- Capturing Bell, there appeared an invisible connection.

  This connection is still very weak and fragile, just like a silken thread tied between two parties.

  "Wow~~"

  Ning Feng let out a long sigh, an indescribable sense of exhaustion surged up in his heart, and his entire body became blurry as he faded away from the space of the Soul-Sealing Bell.

  Reopening his eyes, the clear stream was still flowing. In the sunlight, the golden liquid was flowing like water.

  He didn't know when he stopped moving, the stream calmed down again, and the small fish that looked almost transparent couldn't help but be curious, surrounded Ningfeng's feet again, pecking at them. They swam far away, then turned back, repeating this process over and over.

  The gentle breeze stirred the water, scaring away the fish swimming in the creek, and a smile involuntarily appeared on my face.

  He flipped his palm over, and a small, exquisite Soul-Capturing Golden Bell hung from his wrist, hidden by his sleeve.

  Ning Feng waved his arm in satisfaction.

  "In this way, it will not make a sound in daily life, but when it is really needed, it will come out with a loud noise, taking one's breath away and leaving no time to defend oneself!"

  "Good baby!"

  Ning Feng didn't know how many times he had admired this treasure, if it weren't for the fact that branding it with his soul in the Soul-Sealing Bell would consume too much of his energy. He now had an urge to immediately use the Starlight Refining Technique to thoroughly refine the Soul-Sealing Bell.

  "Wait, wait, the road is endless."

  Ning Feng reluctantly withdrew his attention from the Soul- Capturing Golden Bell, his feet still soaking in the creek water. He pulled out another object from his bosom.

  It was a box cast entirely in purple gold, with fine vines wrapped around it in circles.

  "It's worth Master Shifu going to great lengths to get information from the True Person, and he says it has a great use for me. What kind of treasure is this that Tongtian Mouse has collected?"

  Ning Feng's curiosity was like a groundhog about to emerge from its hole, and it couldn't be pressed down.

  This treasure has a long history, passing through the Seven Sects of the Demon Sect in turn, then being collected by the Southern Demon Sect, before falling into the hands of Tongtian Mouse and finally being obtained by Ning Feng.

  "Why did they all collect it but never use it?"

  Ning Feng carefully opened the rattan strips, trying not to hurt anyone, and then slowly opened the box.

  When Ning Feng saw this treasure in the Tongtian Mouse Treasury, he roughly judged that the so-called treasure with great fate for him would not be any kind of attack or defense tool, nor would it have any practical value.

  If it weren't for this, both the Northern Demon Sect and the Southern Demon Sect would have long since locked him up in a high pavilion, if not for the fact that they had the Heavenly Mouse to rely on afterwards.

  With a gentle breeze, the box slowly opened, and from the crack in the slit, dazzling light burst out.

  Radiance first shone on Ning Feng's chest, in the dazzling white light, the style of the book robe remained unchanged, and the golden threads floated out, revealing its true nature as a Golden Thread Robe.

  The white light continued upwards, casting a reflection on Ning Feng's face, inexplicably adding a few points of solemnity and sacredness.

  "Huh?"

  Ning Feng's eyes suddenly enlarged, and his originally slow movements instantly accelerated. He almost used a throwing motion to completely open the box cover.

  The treasure in the box was no longer hidden and was completely exposed before his eyes.

  In an instant, within a radius of tens of meters, it was brighter than daylight, more dazzling than the sun. The pure light to the extreme repelled everything, and all around seemed dull and colorless.

  "Mountain of Light!"

  The words tumbled out of Ning's mouth almost in a shout.

  In the box, a palm-sized, crystal-clear mountain-shaped stone lay quietly, stealing all the light in the world and radiating dazzling brightness.

  "It's truly the Mountain of Light!"

  "Haha, no wonder Master thought this treasure was suitable for me, it couldn't be more suitable."

  Ning Feng held the Mountain of Light in both hands, with an urge to dance with joy.

  What is referred to as the "Mountain of Light" does not specifically refer to a particular treasure, but rather serves as a general term for a class of treasures.

  The quality is the best, the purest, and most suitable for refining into a sunstone that matches the Sun's amplification. Its shape must be like a mountain, transparent as crystal, and named as the Mountain of Light!

  This piece of Ningfeng's hand is as big as the palm of his hand at the bottom, even in the midst of Guangming Mountain, it is a rare treasure.

  "I recall Tian Yue Tong Ju still owes me a promise."

  Ning Feng's face lit up with joy, thinking back to the day under the ancient bronze tree when Tian Yue Tong Ju promised to personally refine a magical artifact for him.

  Is there anything more suitable than the Mountain of Light?

  Ning Feng thought with his toes that his own master would probably count this matter in as well. As long as he brought the Bright Mountain back to the Tian Du mountain range, on the Heaven Moon Peak, a most suitable magical instrument for him would be freshly made.

  He reluctantly put it away after playing with it for a long time, carefully putting it back in the box, tying it up with rattan strips and storing it properly.

  Immediately afterwards, Ning Feng stood up tall and gazed out at the vast plain. With a flip of his palm, the banner of Mars was in his hand.

  "It's time, vast land of South Xinjiang, I have arrived."

  Its sound still echoes, the fish in the creek that were scattered by the surprise have not yet regained their senses, a flowing light with a starry tail has gone towards the south.