Mysterious mirror hanging high

"What's the use?"

Jing Yu was skeptical and snapped his fingers. In an instant, two bubbles appeared in the air. Then the bubbles burst and two dead fish fell out of them.

The Immortal in the Pot flattered him: "Master, your ability to teleport and capture objects from thin air is truly extraordinary... I'm afraid you're almost at the beginning of mastering the [Law of Space]!"

Jing Yu ignored the flattery of the Immortal in the Pot and threw the two dead fish into the [Small Demon Refining Pot].

His divine sense probed into the pot, and he saw two sea fish gradually twisting and deforming under the green light inside the pot.

Their scales began to peel off, and their flesh and blood slowly blended together as if being kneaded by invisible hands.

A subtle "hissing" sound came from the pot, as if something was being forcibly fused.

Suddenly, a blinding green light burst out. Jing Yu narrowed his eyes. When the light faded, a bizarre creature lay at the bottom of the pot.

It is about three feet long, and its main body is still in the shape of a fish, but its surface is covered with jagged exposed fish bones.

Several tufts of gray-brown hair had grown between the originally smooth fish scales, and two tumors were strangely protruding on both sides of the fish head. The most horrifying part was the tail. The original fish tail split into two slender flesh limbs, with half-melted webbed tissue hanging at the end.

"This..." Jing Yu frowned slightly.

He carefully scanned the deformed monster with his spiritual sense, but found that the monster had no soul. It was just a puppet of flesh and blood that was spliced ​​together and fused together, acting only by relying on an instinct similar to muscle reflex.

"This [Demon Refining] method doesn't produce real life at all... What's the point of such a deformed monster?"

The Immortal in the Pot laughed and said, "Master, you don't know that the power of the [Demon Refining] ability lies not in the [result], but in the [process]."

"Among all the artifacts in the world, the level above magic weapons is [Spiritual Weapons]. Why are [Magical Weapons] useless to cultivators who have reached the Divine Transformation level? It's because only artifacts of the [Spiritual Weapon] level can have laws engraved into them."

"And within this [Small Demon Refining Pot], the pot body can accommodate everything. This is the wonder of the [Law of Space]. And the magical power of [Demon Refining]? It is the manifestation of the [Law of Creation] and the [Law of Life].

"Once the master advances to the Spiritual Transformation Realm, he can use the magical power of [Demon Refining] to comprehend the principles and laws contained therein."

The Immortal in the Pot sighed, "It's a pity that there is no [Immortal Spiritual Energy] in this lower realm. Even if there are a few cracks and holes connecting to the Immortal Realm, the amount of Immortal Spiritual Energy that can leak out is very small. Otherwise, if the master could comprehend the laws under the conditions of absorbing [Immortal Spiritual Energy], his realm would surely advance by leaps and bounds."

"Law of Creation?" Jing Yu pondered. "Unfortunately, the combination of laws for my Divine Transformation has already been determined, and there's no place for the "Law of Creation."

The Immortal in the Pot shook his head. "The [Law of Creation] contains the wonders of the creation of heaven and earth. It is extremely difficult to comprehend, and is not suitable as a [Foundational Law]. However, if the master reaches the [Cave Heaven Realm] and is ready to enter the [Mahayana], and needs to evolve the cave heaven, then there will naturally be a time when the [Law of Creation] will be useful..."

“If I don’t comprehend it in advance, by the time I reach the stage of Evolution Cave Heaven and approach the Mahayana stage, it will be too late, and I’m afraid I’ll be left with regrets.”

Jing Yu suddenly realized, "I didn't expect there was such a trick..."

He suddenly felt that it was a good thing to have such a visionary spirit who could guide him in his cultivation at all times. At least it could help him avoid many detours.

Little did he know that the Immortal in the Pot was already secretly criticizing him in his heart: "After all, he is just a bumpkin from the lower realm... He really has no idea about the subsequent path. Fortunately, his foundation and understanding are both top-notch in this lower realm. With this Immortal's guidance, I think ascending to heaven should not be difficult..."

"No matter what, I must ensure that he successfully ascends to the Immortal Realm. Even if he dies in the future, he must die there! If he dies in the lower realms, who knows how many years it will take for me to meet another native cultivator with the potential to ascend. Wouldn't that mean I will never be able to rise to prominence again..."

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Juechen Xianzhou, wilderness

In this wilderness far away from the Xiuxian market, the terrain is undulating, wild grass grows everywhere, and a primitive and desolate atmosphere permeates the sky and the earth.

Looking around, there are rolling hills and low-lying swamps. Withered yellow weeds grow wildly, half a person's height, swaying like waves in the wind.

A cultivator who had completed his Qi training was holding a purple thunder staff and driving several bronze mechanical puppets to shuttle back and forth in this wasteland.

The puppet's arms flew, and the spiritual hoe accurately broke the soil. At the same time, a puppet took out a jade bottle and poured a few drops of spiritual liquid to nourish the soil. The originally barren wasteland immediately turned into a piece of spiritual field rich in spiritual energy.

"Huh... cultivating spiritual fields now is truly much easier than before... True Lord Xuan Ce and True Lord Xuan Jing are truly benefiting the common people..."

The Qi-cultivating cultivator had a happy look on his face as he watched the spiritual fields in front of him being cultivated. He had already started thinking about the harvest in a year.

Just as he was about to use his fingers to activate the [Small Cloud and Rain Technique] to irrigate the spiritual field, he suddenly saw three dazzling streaks of light streaking across the sky!

The stream of light was as thin as a hair at first, but in an instant it expanded like a dragon soaring into the sky, sweeping over with suffocating pressure.

"boom--"

Three beams of light fell onto the fields, stirring up strong winds that destroyed the spiritual fields within a radius of several miles.

When the smoke and dust cleared, three figures gradually walked out of the smoke and dust.

The figure on the left was a shriveled, gaunt old woman, seemingly ready to be blown over by a gust of wind. Her sparse white hair was simply tied up with a simple, antique wooden hairpin. Her eyes were cloudy and sunken, and she wore an old-fashioned royal uniform, washed to a pale white, that was unbelievably plain.

The monk on the right is a handsome and feminine man who is almost weird. His skin is as white and delicate as porcelain, his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, especially his eyes, which seem to contain spring water, and the flowing light is captivating.

In the middle was a young man who was nine feet tall and had a broad back and strong arms.

This man had a face as strong as if it had been carved by a knife or an axe, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a strong jawline.

His thick black hair, tied up with a golden crown, made him look even more majestic. He was dressed in the royal uniform of black with gold trim, and his steps were like those of a dragon or a tiger, with an air of dominance that looked down upon the world.

The Qigong cultivator was startled. The three men had no aura at all, and it was impossible to tell how much their cultivation was. But soon, his expression returned to normal. He raised the [Purple Thunder Staff] in his hand cautiously, pointed it at the tall young man in the middle, and said in a serious tone:

"Where are you from? I am an outer disciple of the [Nether Corpse Sect], and this is the territory of the [Nether Corpse Sect] of the Transformation of the Spiritual Dao...you..."

Hearing the words "Transformation of the Spirit", the three cultivators who suddenly appeared all laughed. The tall young man in the middle took a step forward, his eyes flashing with intelligence, obviously using a pupil technique.

After a moment, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Hey... after all, this is a remote and small world. This person's cultivation has clearly reached the [Ninth Level of Qi Training], but when I used the [Qi-Observing Technique] to observe, his spiritual pressure fluctuations were only a mere [Five]!"