The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 472: The Opportunity for Spirit Infusion!

The Sea-Blue Abyss was vast and almost as large as several imperial capitals combined. Finding a single fruit in such a place was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

However, the martial artists who discovered that the Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit was here had roughly determined the activity range of this sky-tier herb. Even so, the area spanned about two to three thousand li[1].

It wasn't exactly a needle in a haystack, but it was akin to searching for a needle in a large lake.

Ling Feng activated his Boundless Vision. Though it couldn't cover three thousand miles, scanning a hundred miles at a time wasn't inefficient.

Lin Xian'er and Ouyang Jing followed Ling Feng cautiously. Their cultivation levels were insufficient for complete self-preservation within the Sea-Blue Abyss.

The last time Ling Feng had ventured with the Hunting Blade Team, it seemed like a smooth journey, but they had followed the safest path previously explored.

Gradually, Ling Feng slowed down, nearly causing Lin Xian'er to bump into him.

Lin Xian'er glared at Ling Feng and muttered, "Why did you suddenly slow down?"

"Be careful. This is the truly dangerous part of the Sea-Blue Abyss," Ling Feng warned, lowering his voice. He also advised Lin Xian'er and Ouyang Jing to suppress their auras.

With his Boundless Vision, Ling Feng saw the forest ahead, each step fraught with danger. Poisonous insects might be hidden beneath the fallen leaves, and their venom could instantly kill even a Spiritual Element Realm expert.

Thus, every step had to be taken with extreme caution.

Moreover, Ling Feng noticed that the soil in this area differed from other places as it exuded an ancient, prehistoric aura. It was no wonder that so many ancient poisonous insects recorded only in ancient books thrived here.

"Follow my footprints," Ling Feng instructed after taking a deep breath. Traversing this forest required utmost caution.

As Ling Feng took a few steps, the surroundings darkened and ghostly lights flickered among the trees and grass, sending chills down everyone’s spines.

Yet, amidst these dangers, countless opportunities and fortunes awaited. Only in such a place could the Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit, a rare herb, be found.

Rustle!

Suddenly, the grass rustled, as if something was swiftly approaching.

Ling Feng drew the Eradicator of Realms as his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings.

Lin Xian'er and Ouyang Jing also drew their weapons, warily eyeing their surroundings.

Two middle-aged men emerged from the grass while wearing loose robes. Their cultivation seemed to be at the peak of the Transformation Realm, and were likely elders from some sect.

"Hmm?"

One of the men sneered upon seeing Ling Feng's group, noting that Ling Feng, the person with the highest cultivation, was only at the Pulse Formation Realm. He showed a hint of disdain.

"Ignorant kids, you dare stray from the safe path to seek your fortune here?"

The man on the left laughed, his eyes lingering obsessively on Lin Xian'er's beautiful face as he drooled slightly.

"Hmph!" Ling Feng snorted coldly, unleashing the terrifying pressure of his Lingtian Sword Force.

In an instant, a dreadful aura like the will of heaven and earth enveloped the two men, making their heads buzz.

"S-Sorry!"

The two men snapped out of their daze, realizing that Ling Feng was a legendary prodigy. No wonder he dared to venture here despite only being at the Pulse Formation Realm!

"Mister, we apologize for the misunderstanding. We'll leave immediately!"

The man who had spoken disrespectfully quickly apologized, dragging his companion away in a hurry.

Ling Feng's terrifying sword force had just made their spirits tremble. To master sword force at such a young age was something he had never even heard of.

This man had lived for decades and had seen quite a bit, knowing that geniuses could kill across levels as easily as eating or drinking.

Despite being at the peak of the Transformation Realm, he knew that in the eyes of a true genius at the extreme Pulse Formation Realm, he was merely a head ready to be taken.

Ling Feng's expression remained unchanged. He was not a bloodthirsty person; he simply watched them retreat step by step until they vanished from sight.

These clowns didn't concern Ling Feng. He sensed an extremely cold aura nearby. This power of extreme ice was far stronger than his previous water-based true qi infused by the Moonlight Water Essence.

This was a spiritual object that could replace it!

Ling Feng's eyes flashed with excitement. Such valuable items could not be missed.

Ling Feng quietly sensed the source and soon found a mysterious dark-green stone. He gently touched it, feeling the bone-chilling cold.

"So cold!" Frost instantly formed on Ling Feng's fingertips as he shivered all over, but his face lit up with joy.

The Moonlight Water Essence was of a lower tier, and its weaknesses were becoming apparent as his cultivation improved. During his last encounter with Yan Jinghong, the Earth-Fire true qi was still usable, but the Moonlight true qi had been completely frozen making it impossible to activate.

Now it was time to use a new spiritual object to replace it.

"What a cold aura." Lin Xian'er shivered and instinctively moved closer to Ling Feng.

Ouyang Jing looked miserable as he hugged himself tightly.

Ling Feng glanced at Lin Xian'er and Ouyang Jing while frowning slightly. "You probably can't withstand this cold. It's better if you enter one of my artifacts for now."

"Huh?" Lin Xian'er and Ouyang Jing exchanged puzzled looks. "What artifact?"

"You'll find out soon," Ling Feng said as he snapped his fingers, and a burst of nine-colored light appeared, enveloping Ouyang Jing and Lin Xian'er.

With them safely inside, Ling Feng could focus without distractions, improving both efficiency and safety.

After settling Lin Xian'er and Ouyang Jing, Ling Feng cautiously approached the source of the cold. He wrapped his hand in his Earth-Fire true qi and gently moved the chilling stone aside.

Boom!

A terrifying burst of silver frost surged out, forming a clawing snow demon that lunged at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng snorted, and his Earth-Fire true qi erupted. The Fire of the Earth's Core burned fiercely, enveloping the frost-formed creature.

Crackle!

Amidst the high-temperature flames, the frost creature emitted piercing screams like the wails of ghosts and transformed into various fearsome shapes.

This extremely cold spiritual object had developed spiritual intelligence!

1. Li, also known as the Chinese mile, is a traditional Chinese unit that is approximately a third of an English mile ☜

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