Divine Transcendence

Chapter 105: Three crows

In this way, Yuan Ming followed the Silver Cat and rushed westward, entering the territory of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

When night fell, the Silver Cat led him to a valley and stopped at a spacious stone platform.

"Is this where we prepare the body-refining elixir?" Yuan Ming asked.

The Silver Cat looked up at the hazy moon that had just risen in the sky, and its voice echoed in Yuan Ming’s sea of consciousness: "The soul belongs to Yin, and this place is rich in Yin energy, which is suitable for soul refinement."

Yuan Ming nodded and took out the four spiritual materials.

The Silver Cat waved its paw, and several items appeared on the ground.

Yuan Ming took a look and found a set of alchemy tools, a silver knife, a medicine cauldron, and a jade bowl.

"Follow the instructions on here to process the spiritual materials," the Silver Cat said, then raised its front paw and a piece of paper flew towards Yuan Ming. It then ran to the side, lay down, and closed its eyes.

Yuan Ming reached out and took the paper, unfolded it, and followed the instructions to extract the Ghost Face Grass, cut it into pieces with the silver knife, and grind it into powder in the mortar.

Then, he flattened the Black Scale Fruit with the knife, squeezed out the brown juice, and didn’t do much with the Purple Core Flower pollen, just mixed it with water to form a sticky paste.

Finally, Yuan Ming put everything, including the Yin Marrow, into the medicine cauldron, added water, lit a fire, boiled it, and simmered it into half a bowl of black medicinal juice.

After a while, the medicinal juice cooled down and turned into a semi-viscous state, shimmering with a faint fluorescence.

Yuan Ming gently sniffed and smelled a faint herbal scent.

"How is it?" Yuan Ming looked at the Silver Cat.

The Silver Cat opened one eye, carefully examined the black medicinal juice, and lazily nodded.

Yuan Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He only had one set of spiritual materials and no second chance.

After calming himself down, Yuan Ming continued to follow the instructions on the paper and took out the small white dropper bottle. He removed the stopper, and a faint bloody smell immediately emanated from it.

It was the essence blood of the White Feather Raven.

He carefully tilted the dropper bottle and dripped three drops of essence blood into the black medicinal juice.

As soon as the essence blood touched the previous liquid without being stirred, it immediately made a "sizzling" sound, as if cold water was splashed on a red-hot iron, bubbling up.

Yuan Ming quickly stirred it with the silver knife in the jade bowl.

Soon, the essence blood mixed with the medicinal liquid, and the large bubbles disappeared, replaced by a layer of fine small bubbles.

Yuan Ming held the jade bowl in his palm and carefully infused mana into it.

As his mana flowed in, a faint light appeared on the jade bowl, and a complex array of runes appeared on the inner wall of the bowl, creating a strange fluctuation.

Yuan Ming immediately felt a cold and hot sensation in the bowl, as two energies chased each other.

This process lasted for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before finally stopping. The black medicinal juice in the jade bowl quickly faded in color and turned deep blue. Countless shadow-like black floccules swam in the medicinal juice, looking like living creatures, appearing extremely magical.

With just a glance, Yuan Ming didn’t need the Silver Cat to speak. He knew that the body-refining elixir had been successfully refined.

"Now stick this Soul Fusion Talisman on your forehead," the Silver Cat, who knows when it woke up, said. It scratched the ground with its paw, and a dark red talisman paper fell in front of Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming picked it up and found that the talisman paper was less than two inches long, with a delicate golden pattern drawn on it.

He naturally didn’t recognize the rune on the talisman, but from the smooth and intricate lines, he could tell that it was much more advanced than the ones he learned for refining tools.

But looking at the talisman, he hesitated.

"Didn’t you beg me to teach you the Soul Cultivation Technique back then? Why, are you afraid now?" The ethereal voice of the Silver Cat sounded in his mind, with its usual mocking tone.

Yuan Ming smiled, raised his hand, and stuck the talisman on his own forehead.

In the next instant, he felt a heat in his forehead, and the talisman burned on its own, turning into ashes.

But the rune was imprinted on his forehead.

"Why aren’t you activating the Death Moon method to absorb it?" The voice of the Silver Cat sounded again.

Yuan Ming no longer hesitated, lifted the jade bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

Then, he immediately sat cross-legged, formed hand seals, held the incense burner, and started to cultivate the Death Moon method.

The Silver Cat narrowed its eyes, staring at the incense burner in his arms, twisted its neck, and a rare comfortable expression appeared in its eyes. Then, it lay down not far from Yuan Ming.

The moonlight poured on the man and the cat, covering them with a hazy veil.

As the medicinal liquid entered his body, a hot and cold liquid flowed down his throat and entered Yuan Ming’s abdomen.

Boom!

Yuan Ming felt a muffled thunderous sound in his body and suddenly opened his eyes.

Immediately after, a steam-like heat rose from his lower abdomen, sweeping through all the meridians in his upper body and converging towards his head and face.

Yuan Ming’s body couldn’t help but tremble, and his vision began to blur, making it impossible to see clearly.

But his divine sense involuntarily sank into his sea of consciousness and opened internal vision.

Yuan Ming immediately saw that in his sea of consciousness, streams of warm energy were constantly gathering and merging with his soul power, causing his soul to expand like an inflated balloon, almost bursting his head.

"Guard your divine sense, cultivate the Death Moon method, absorb the power of the elixir!" The voice of the Silver Cat resonated in his sea of consciousness like a bell, shaking.

Yuan Ming immediately gathered his divine sense and silently recited the mantra, cultivating the Death Moon method.

The power of his soul in his mind began to circulate, forming a vortex of soul power, quickly refining the surging heat.

As the rolling heat flowed in, his soul power turned into a huge blue mist ball, inside of which white light could be seen absorbing the black cotton-like objects, while those black cotton-like objects struggled to break free from the mist ball.

While those black cotton-like objects struggled and collided, Yuan Ming also felt the pain of his soul being torn apart.

The pain was sharp and intense, and it was unbearable.

But relying on the strong mental strength he had developed through years of being backlashed by the Beast Transformation Technique, Yuan Ming forcibly endured it.His divine sense was focused on the foggy sphere in his sea of consciousness, the more he looked at it, the stranger it seemed.

Those black cotton-like strands that were struggling to break free, they actually looked like black crows flapping their wings in a desperate struggle.

"The Silver Cat said it was about merging with a white-feathered crow, but why are there so many?" A strange thought emerged in Yuan Ming’s mind.

However, he couldn’t afford to be distracted at this moment. He could only endure the intense pain and fully operate the Death Moon method.

At the same time, the rune on his forehead lit up, turning into a soft golden light that gradually disappeared into his forehead.

Yuan Ming felt a sudden relief of pressure, his state of mind gradually becoming serene, and the refining process became smoother.

Time trickled by, and the full moon gradually moved to the zenith.

Yuan Ming’s body was already soaked in sweat, he looked as if he had just been fished out of a bucket of water.

But at that moment, his eyes suddenly opened, two bright lights shot out, like two bolts of lightning in the dark night.

A black light sphere floated in his sea of consciousness, suddenly swelling up, and a black shadow flew out.

Then the second, and the third followed.

From Yuan Ming’s forehead, three black crows with white feathers also flew out one after another, circling above his head, fluttering up and down.

"It actually succeeded..."

The Silver Cat looked up at this scene, surprise emerging in its unusual pupils.

At this moment, Yuan Ming felt even more amazed. It was as if three parallel scenes were projected in his sea of consciousness, the images inside were from the perspectives of the three crows.

With a thought, the three crows immediately flew up and went in different directions.

The scenes appearing in his sea of consciousness immediately zoomed out and showed different landscapes.

This feeling was very peculiar, Yuan Ming was a bit unaccustomed to it for a while, always feeling overwhelmed, as if he didn’t know where to look.

As the three crows flew further and further away, the area Yuan Ming could see became larger and larger, as if his soul was flying out, but without the feeling of being blown away at any moment like when his soul was out of his body.

Only then did he understand what it felt like for the soul to need a vessel.

However, after only a short while, Yuan Ming felt a wave of fatigue. The vision of the three crows that had flown out became increasingly blurry, as if they were about to fall asleep.

Yuan Ming quickly gathered his energy and called all three crows back.

When all three crows had re-entered his forehead, the feeling of splitting his attention into three different perspectives gradually disappeared, and the previous feeling of fatigue also eased a lot.

Yuan Ming took a light breath, rubbed his forehead, and slowly opened his eyes.

"How does it feel?" The Silver Cat’s voice echoed in his mind.

"Those blood essences didn’t come from a single white-feathered crow, did they?" Instead of answering, Yuan Ming asked.

"Of course not. I originally thought you could at most refine one successfully, but I didn’t expect it to be three." The Silver Cat looked at him and said.

"Is there any difference?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Spreading out more perspectives can bring a broader field of vision. But at the same time, the consumption of soul power is also tripled." The Silver Cat replied.

"No wonder I felt tired after just a short while." Yuan Ming said.

"Remember, although the soul crows can regenerate with your soul power, if they are killed, it will also harm your soul. If all three are destroyed at the same time, your soul is in danger of shattering." The Silver Cat explained carefully as it concerned soul cultivation.

"Thank you." Yuan Ming took note of this. Considering his experience just now, it seemed that with his current soul power, unless necessary, it would be better to only use one crow, and if any problems were detected, it should be recalled in time to avoid accidents.

"Your soul has successfully taken shape, see what abilities you have awakened." The Silver Cat paused, then said.