Chapter 47

And the culprit behind this incident was a tiny, grain-sized object that had appeared in the center of his Spirit Sea at some unknown time. It was round, somewhat transparent, and resembled a small bubble, completely unremarkable.

Liu Ming could swear that there had never been such an object in his Spirit Sea before.

But it was this very object that had been spinning wildly in his Spirit Sea, devouring all the new magical power he had condensed, before finally calming down again.

"Could this thing be the cold energy that penetrated my body earlier? Otherwise, there's no way to explain this situation."

Liu Ming forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, his thoughts racing, and finally found a somewhat reasonable explanation.

However, this object looked nothing like the evil spirits or remnants described in the ancient texts, or he would have been even more alarmed.

Liu Ming, without even wiping the sweat from his forehead, hurriedly sank his mind into his body's dantian to carefully observe the small bubble in his Spirit Sea.

The bubble looked crystal clear and smooth, and its interior was exceptionally clear, but it didn't seem to have just devoured so much magical power.

After a full teacup of time, Liu Ming still couldn't find anything useful about it.

The object remained motionless in his Spirit Sea, as if it were a lifeless object.

Liu Ming hesitated, but after a moment's thought, he gritted his teeth and controlled his mental power to gently touch the surface of the bubble, hoping to see if he could enter it.

*Peng*.

The moment his mental power touched the bubble, it shattered like a mirror.

Liu Ming was startled. Before he could react, he heard a thunderous roar in his ears, his head felt heavy, and his vision went black. The next thing he knew, he was in a strange, gray, misty space.

"Where am I...?"

Liu Ming was naturally shocked. He scanned his surroundings frantically and saw that the walls were all gray mist, and the visible space was only about fifteen to twenty feet in diameter.

He looked up and down, and the sky and ground were also gray mist, but only about six to seven feet high.

Liu Ming's heart pounded, and it took him a while to calm down and begin to think about how he ended up here.

There was no doubt that he was here because he had triggered the bubble-like object in his Spirit Sea.

But what exactly was that bubble? How could it have instantly transported him to this strange space without any warning after it shattered? This was truly incomprehensible.

The space looked lifeless, and it didn't seem to have any other living beings. It more resembled a prison cell.

Liu Ming pondered for a long time, but still couldn't come to a reliable conclusion. He even shouted a few times, but nothing unusual happened.

He steeled his resolve, bent down, and cautiously extended his hand to touch the mist beneath his feet.

His entire hand sank about an inch into the mist before being stopped by a solid, invisible barrier.

Liu Ming's eyes flickered. He stood up, muttered a few words, took a deep breath, and then opened his mouth.

*Whoosh*.

A gust of wind shot out of his mouth and slammed into the misty wall below.

An incredible scene unfolded! The fierce wind, upon touching the mist, vanished without a trace.

Liu Ming's face changed slightly. He made a hand seal and changed the incantation in his mouth.

*Puff, puff*.

Two sharp, green wind blades shot out of his hands, but they vanished without a trace after slicing into the mist below.

Liu Ming's face turned pale. He was still not satisfied and tried other spells he knew, such as fireballs, but the results were the same.

This seemingly ordinary gray mist could directly absorb and devour all magical attacks.

Liu Ming finally stopped his attacks. After a moment of silence, he made another hand seal, and a gray cloud formed beneath his feet, lifting him up slowly. However, it stopped a few dozen feet above the ground.

He extended his hands into the mist and began to examine the misty walls in the air.

After a while, he sighed and dropped back to the ground, clearly finding nothing.

Liu Ming then walked confidently to one side, shook his arm, and revealed the tiger-bite ring on his wrist, pressing it against the misty wall.

"Tiger Roar."

Black threads appeared on Liu Ming's body, and he suddenly shouted.

The copper ring on his wrist burst into a yellow glow, and a blurry tiger head appeared, releasing a white sound wave that rushed toward the misty wall.

*Puff*.

The white sound wave only made the surface of the mist wobble slightly before disappearing without a trace.

Seeing that his strongest attack was ineffective, Liu Ming's face turned truly ugly.

In this state, wasn't he truly trapped here?

Worse still, he didn't have much辟谷丹 (Pigu Dan, a pill to suppress hunger) left, and he was supposed to get a new supply in half a month.

As for water, it was easy to solve. A simple water condensation spell could gather a small amount.

Over the next three days, Liu Ming refused to give up and almost checked every inch of the space, using all the means he knew, but he still couldn't do anything to the misty walls.

He had no choice but to admit his helplessness and sit cross-legged in the center of the space, waiting.

However, being alone in such a narrow space, even knowing that he was slowly waiting to die, was a test of one's mental fortitude.

Liu Ming sat like this for half a day and then could only laugh bitterly and begin to practice cultivation.

But something surprising happened.

No matter how he tried to cultivate, no matter how much elemental energy gathered in his body, his Spirit Sea's magical power did not increase at all.

As for the bubble that had appeared in his Spirit Sea, it was nowhere to be seen.

Liu Ming was both shocked and frustrated.

Since his magical power couldn't increase, continuing to cultivate the Bone Meditation Technique was meaningless.

In his helplessness, he could only start practicing spells like the Fireball Spell and Water Arrow Spell.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, about seven to eight days had gone by.

There was no sunrise or sunset here, but he could accurately judge the time thanks to a crude bronze hourglass he carried with him.

This hourglass was made by him on the island of beasts. The sand inside flowed very slowly, taking a full day to empty one side.

Because he had some affection for it, he kept it with him, and now it was proving very useful.

A few days later, Liu Ming discovered something that made him very happy.

Despite the long time, he had not felt hungry or thirsty.

Although this was somewhat unbelievable, it was a fortunate thing for him.

This way, he didn't have to worry about starving to death in a short time.

With no immediate concerns, and unable to leave, Liu Ming decided to focus on practicing the few spells he knew.

During this period, he marked the passage of time by making a notch on the lid of a wooden box he carried with him.

With no other distractions and his multitasking talent, he managed to bring the other spells to a small success level within three to four months.

In the following time, he focused on practicing the Wind Blade Spell, the fastest attack spell among all basic spells.

If not for this, he might have gone crazy in such a monotonous environment.

One month, two months, three months, half a year passed quickly.

One day, after coming out of his meditation, Liu Ming felt his spirit had fully recovered. He began chanting and made a hand seal.

*Whoosh, whoosh*.

Six green wind blades shot out in quick succession and vanished into the mist.

"Within ten breaths, I've released six wind blades. This should be considered a major success in the Wind Blade Spell," Liu Ming muttered to himself.

But in the next moment, he brought his hands together and began chanting again.

He separated his hands, and a wind blade three to four times larger than before slowly appeared. However, just as it was halfway formed, it suddenly shattered into points of spiritual light.

Seeing this, Liu Ming frowned.

This technique of gathering multiple wind blades together was a natural idea that came to him after he had increased the speed of the Wind Blade Spell.

But to truly achieve it, he needed sufficient magical power and even more proficient use of the Wind Blade Spell.

While thinking this, Liu Ming habitually made another hand seal to continue practicing the Wind Blade Spell.

But at that moment, he suddenly heard a roar in his ears, his head felt heavy, and his eyes involuntarily closed. When he opened them again, he found himself in a bright, sunny room.

He was sitting on a cushion, hands in a seal, completely still.

"This is...?"

This time, Liu Ming was truly stunned.

This room and the familiar surroundings were exactly where he had disappeared half a year ago.

He had somehow returned here?

Liu Ming's mind went blank, and his eyes scanned the surroundings aimlessly, unable to think of anything else.