Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen

  The people present looked at Ming Lian's work with some disdain, but their eyes never left Sun Ming's hands as he swung his technique. After all, it was not often that a refiner publicly refined equipment.

  As time passed, Sun Ming's hands moved at an increasingly fast frequency. However, it seemed to the crowd that his hand movements were still at the same speed. Some of the lower-level cultivators didn't feel anything, but those above the Nascent Soul stage were genuinely shocked. It was as if a mirror image had appeared during high-speed movement, and this phenomenon occurred right between Sun Ming's hands, within an inch of space. The crowd's evaluation of Sun Ming rose to another level.

  When any object reaches a certain speed, it will give people an optical illusion. It's as if this thing splits into two, three... Suddenly, many things that are exactly the same appear. This phenomenon can be called mirroring or residual image. But the phenomenon shown by Sun Ming is obviously not just an ordinary residual image. Because his swinging arms are still two arms. Of course, this is only a phenomenon observed during the merging period of cultivation. If one's cultivation is above the merging period, they will discover that what is constantly moving in front of Sun Ming's chest is no longer two pairs of hands. It's as if every gap has a pair of hands. Those who see two pairs of hands are just because their cultivation is not enough, and their eyes can't keep up with the frequency of Sun Ming's hand movements.

  "Huh? Brother Dao, did you feel that?" A cultivator asked a fellow cultivator beside him with a puzzled expression.

  "What's going on? This cultivator was clearly confused. He also looked at him with a puzzled face."

  "No big deal, just watch him refine the equipment. Although I don't know what he's refining exactly. But I always feel that this thing won't be so simple." The cultivator muttered to himself, his eyes revealing a hint of frenzy.

  "Huh? Did I get a wrong feeling? Why do I feel that the density of spiritual energy here is much thicker than it was just now?"

  However, his words did not arouse the interest of the people around him. Because now the focus is on Sun Ming. The focus is on that arrogant Ming Xin Zhen Ren.

  Sun Ming suddenly stood up and took a profound step, slowly circling the treasure in the spiritual fire. As he moved, his posture changed constantly. After a short while, the cultivators present discovered a phenomenon that would be etched in their memories forever - Sun Ming had disappeared! Of course, it wasn't true disappearance, but rather the Sun Ming in the field had vanished, replaced by eight identical people with synchronized steps and hand seals. The visible True Yuan force waves emanating from their hands slowly disappeared into the treasure within the spiritual fire as they changed their hand seals.

  Almost everyone has discovered that the spiritual energy density here is several times thicker than before. Along with Sun Ming's footsteps, the spiritual energy that continues to gather from all sides seems to have come alive, slowly jumping in sync with Sun Ming's movements - the sharpness of gold, the heaviness of earth, the prosperity of wood, the frenzy of fire, and the tolerance of water. The breath of the five elements' spiritual energy seems to have been amplified. Almost everyone can feel this, and they are delighted by the spiritual energy that they absorb and refine every day. Some even sit cross-legged, embracing their origin and guarding their unity, to feel the rare atmosphere, to feel the breath of heaven's spiritual energy.

  But apparently any good times are short-lived. Along with the eight sudden stops of Sun Ming's footsteps, that lively spirit also came to an abrupt halt. Although the density of the spirit remained the same as before, but that kind of joyful spirit could no longer be felt.

  A burst of intense light suddenly shot out from the armor-like, yet not like armor, treasure that Sun Ming had refined. Almost everyone was shocked by this radiance and closed their eyes. When they opened them again, they found that the eight Sun Mings that had been formed due to some unknown effect of his technique had disappeared without a trace. Only one remained, identical to the original, with white hair flying about him, exuding an otherworldly aura - Ming Xin, the True Person of Clarity. However, everyone's gaze was shocked by the object he grasped in his hand.

  At this time, Sun Ming's hand was holding a colorless transparent ball the size of an infant's palm. Although it looked like a colorless transparent ball, it gave people a colorful appearance, as if many colors were combined to form an extraordinary beauty and extraordinary beauty.

  But people often say "the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is". Apparently, what Sun Ming had in his hand was also a very dangerous thing. The cultivators with higher cultivation levels were already sweating cold sweat on their foreheads. Because they felt that it could

  The shattered energy of the ruined temple was so easily grasped by Sun Ming. Some cultivators who had come into contact with demonic dao actually linked it to "Yin Lei".

  Yin Lei is a one-time-use magic treasure. It's more accurate to say it's a bomb than a magic treasure. This thing is easy to refine, has a low threshold for use, and has enormous power. With just a slight bit of force, this thing made from countless hidden and obscure energies will explode. It's really a must-have product for setting fires at home or on the road. Therefore, it has been used by demonic cultivators until today.

  The thing in Sun Ming's hand was similar to a thunderstorm, containing enormous energy.

  "This guy actually absorbed all the heavenly energy in this area with his own strength. And he even condensed it into such a small bead in such a short time. This guy's power is really unfathomable. You'd better not run around blindly. With his cultivation, he wouldn't do something as stupid as triggering an explosion of dark thunder. If he wanted to kill us, he would have done so by now. He wouldn't have made such a big fuss. Look at you, running around like that."

  Sun Ming's large hand grasped the crystal formed by the five elemental energies. His heart was filled with emotions. The five elemental energies, arranged according to the principle of mutual generation and restraint, had come together to form this crystal. Its power was truly enormous. If he were to exert a bit more force and disrupt the arrangement of the five elements, it's likely that no one in the great hall would be left standing. He hadn't expected that while refining his equipment, he would develop such an incredibly powerful attack method. What an unexpected gain! Ming smiled slightly, then began to refine it. After all, there was still unfinished business to attend to. This was just a bonus.

  Of course, Sun Ming didn't know that in the entire Xiu Zhen realm, only he, this "monster" who had undergone Yun Zhongzi's inheritance, could make the five elements spirits form a complete crystal. Yin and Yang Wu Xing are the basic components of the world. However, the more fundamental something is, the deeper the underlying principles of the Tao it contains. Just like how crystals in the Xiu Zhen realm are typically composed of one or two types of heavenly spiritual energy. To be able to gather the five elements spirits into a single entity requires an understanding of the ultimate principles of the Tao that is absolutely not attainable by ordinary Xiu Zhen practitioners.

  With a gaze filled with a hint of solemnity amidst the astonishing spiritual energy, Sun Ming tossed high into the air the crystal stone formed by the convergence of the five elemental spiritual energies. Everyone's heart was in their throat, fearing that Sun Ming would accidentally trigger an explosion of the mysterious crystal stone. However, it seemed that their worries were unnecessary.

  The crystal formed by the convergence of the five elements' spiritual energy drew a beautiful arc in mid-air before coming to rest quietly just above the magic treasure that was being smelted by the spiritual flame.

  Sun Ming did it again. The crowd of cultivators let out a collective sigh of relief, as if they had removed a huge boulder from their chests. Sun Ming looked at the treasure in front of him and smiled.

  "Body repair can't get through the tribulation. Hmm, who said that? It's really absurd to the extreme. In my Sun Ming's eyes, there is no useless cultivation method, only a useless person. Since you have already reached the tribulation period, I will definitely give you a treasure that can get through the heavenly tribulation today." Sun Ming thought to himself, then pointed his sword at the sky and once again swung the unique and mysterious technique of the Kunlun Jade Void Palace.

  As Sun Ming commanded, the crystal stone formed by the convergence of the five elements' spiritual energy floating above the treasure and spirit fire moved. It began to rotate at high speed. Threads of spiritual energy constantly flew out from the crystal stone and converged onto the treasure below. This spiritual energy had no attributes, seemingly just like ordinary air. But it was different, as it contained a kind of power that seemed like a single force. Sun Ming was also astonished, never expecting his attempt to produce so many unknown things.

  But Sun Ming definitely didn't think so. Just as he released that breath, a figure who had been sleeping for 33 days woke up.

  "Primordial Qi? Haha. I didn't think so many years had passed. The Mortal Realm has produced such an outstanding individual again. These twelve little ones are still so stubborn. No wonder it's been so many years and they still haven't achieved the True Round Dao. The next boundless kalpa isn't far off either. I hope someone will come to accompany me this time."

  A crystal stone the size of a baby's fist quickly shrunk to the size of a dragon eye. What surprised everyone even more was that the four-not treasure refined by Sun Ming became even more vibrant under the nourishment of that breath, as if it had life, shining brightly. Finally, the crystal stone disappeared, and the last breath merged into the treasure. Sun Ming knew he had succeeded. As for what grade this thing would be, it depended on fate. However, Sun Ming knew that this thing was at least above a high-grade spiritual instrument. If not, he could cut his own throat.