Initially, Zhang Chen’s vast and boundless Heng Acupoint erupted with runes, with the yellow Qi Mechanism falling into the Heng Acupoint. As it fell, the Heng Acupoint continually emitted ethereal notes, transforming the yellow Qi Mechanism into tiny grains of sand, piling up in the void.
As Zhang Chen operated the Spell, he also observed coldly. Through his Dharma Eye, what were they supposed to be yellow sand? Clearly, they were runes stacking up in the void. Soon, countless yellow sands fell like rain, forming a new land.
"Runes? Gravel?" A thought flashed through Zhang Chen’s mind: "It’s somewhat similar to the Spiritual World. To be precise, it’s identical to the methods of the Spiritual World. Is there a connection between the two?"
In a spark of inspiration flashed in Zhang Chen’s mind, but unfortunately, despite thinking for a long time, he couldn’t find the connection.
"My cultivation is still too low." Zhang Chen shook his head in secret. The realm involving the Spiritual World ties to the world’s greatest secret—how could he easily find it?
When Zhang Chen looked again at Ha Acupoint, he saw that the black vortex was not a vortex but countless chains of rune order weaving a pattern in the vortex, generating a mysterious power from the center of the rotation.
Witnessing this scene, Zhang Chen seemed to be in thought, recalling something with a glint in his eye.
Time flew by. A month had passed, and Zhang Chen’s Heng Acupoint was filled with yellow sand, looking like an expanse of land within the acupoint.
Zhang Chen hadn’t finished using the yellow sand taken by the Black Robed Monster, only using one-tenth of it.
Looking at the remaining yellow sand and Yin Wind, Zhang Chen wasn’t sure how to deal with it. After all, for his cultivation of Qi Feng or Yi Sand, he only needed a catalyst.
"Keeping it is useless, and I have nowhere to hide it..." Zhang Chen sat cross-legged in the Nine Bends Yellow River Array, looking at the grains of sand piled together. Such a heap was inconvenient to carry.
As Zhang Chen was struggling internally, the Crystal Core within vibrated. Suddenly, the yellow grains of sand on the ground vanished, only to reappear inside the Crystal Core, sinking into an endless Sea of Blood.
"This..." Zhang Chen was taken aback, gazing at the boundless Sea of Blood within the Crystal Core, including the blooming thousand-mile lotus lake and the blossoming eleventh-grade lotus, filled with wonder.
The lotus burned with red flames. Staring at the eleventh-grade lotus, Zhang Chen was unaware of its purpose.
He only knew the lotus symbolized the fortune of the Blood Dao, yet he was truly unsure of its significance.
At this point, Zhang Chen had no interest in the Red Lotus but rather focused entirely on cultivating the Sand Merging Skill. Now he had refined a form of Yi Feng and Yi Sand. Next came nurturing, constantly using magical power to nourish, and upon casting, merging the sand and wind, creating the Sand Merging Skill.
"Is this considered completed? It took me a whole month." Zhang Chen gradually stood up, retracting the Nine Bends Yellow River Talisman Array, feeling the two wondrous forces within his nostrils, with a sense of mystery lingering.
"Wondering what powers my Divine Techniques will hold once completed, I’m curious to find an opportunity to test them." Zhang Chen’s mind was filled with curiosity.
"I wonder how the refinement of the God-Beating Whip is progressing." Zhang Chen thought of his Eight Trigrams Furnace, feeling some urgency. He hadn’t checked in over a month, wondering if the pearl had melted, especially since the God-Beating Whip had enormous importance. If he managed to create it, he’d have a means to confront those elderly possessed souls.
No matter what body you’ve possessed, he thought, he’d just whip you back, making you experience its power.
Zhang Chen’s thoughts transformed, becoming a Vampire Bat, flying out of the cave, arriving at the Eight Trigrams Furnace, seeing the mountains tranquil, as martial artists from the Inspection and Supervision Department roamed between the peaks, secretly guarding the furnace’s site.
"It seems nothing unexpected occurred." In the shadows, Zhang Chen revealed his presence, quickly traversed the mountain range, arriving at the cave where Fox Fairy Nannan sat sorrowful inside the cave.
Seeing Fox Fairy Nannan worried sent a shiver through Zhang Chen’s heart. He quickly approached and asked, "Why the sorrowful look? Did something happen?"
Could it be that the treasure within his Eight Trigrams Furnace was ruined from negligence?
"That little wild cat ran away!" Fox Fairy Nannan spoke, face full of bitterness.
"What?" Zhang Chen froze upon hearing, then shocked: "And the rope tying the cat?"
The wild cat’s escape was trivial, but the rope was important—being the True Dragon Tendon, a treasure of incalculable value.
Though it served no purpose in Zhang Chen’s hands, a treasure was a treasure indeed—is anything from a True Dragon trivial?
"It’s because the wild cat swallowed the rope, suddenly grew rapidly, roared me into unconsciousness, and took the opportunity to flee." Fox Fairy Nannan’s eyes darted at Zhang Chen, nervous, fearing he’ll blame her and confine her to a dark room.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen stood stunned momentarily, quickly rushing into the cave, indeed unable to see the True Dragon Tendon’s trace.
"I truly didn’t mean to; I was making explosives, who would’ve thought that little wild cat took advantage?" uttered Fox Fairy Nannan, sounding wronged and cautious.