Chapter 92

Over the past three months, in the Jue Ming Valley, both the righteous and the demonic factions have engaged in numerous battles. However, whenever the cultivators from both sides saw Wang Lin, they would immediately stop fighting and clear a path for him. After Wang Lin passed, they would resume their battle.

After paying respects to his parents, Wang Lin’s mind was no longer muddled. He found a cliff, dug a cave, and sat cross-legged inside, deep in thought.

First, he considered the spiritual energy within his body. Although the spiritual energy he had before also possessed the ability to freeze, it was far less powerful compared to the spiritual energy he had now. This puzzled Wang Lin greatly, and even Situ Nan could not find an answer.

From this, it can be seen that the three realms of Ji, Dao, and Shi have already vanished in the Sixth Level Cultivation Country.

The sudden increase in the power of his spiritual energy gave Wang Lin more confidence. As he felt the spiritual energy within his body, he suddenly had a strange feeling that there was something more to his spiritual energy.

It seemed that this spiritual energy contained some kind of mysterious substance, and it was because of this substance that the spiritual energy had become so powerful.

He had not noticed it before because the amount of this substance in the spiritual energy was extremely small, but now, the amount had suddenly increased.

As soon as this thought arose, it spread uncontrollably. Wang Lin frowned and focused his mind, observing the spiritual energy within his body. The spiritual energy, starting from the dantian, flowed through all the meridians and then returned to the dantian, repeating this cycle.

As he observed, Wang Lin gradually noticed some peculiarities. The color of the spiritual energy had turned deep blue, but this deep blue was not the original color of the spiritual energy. Instead, it was composed of countless deep blue threads.

These densely packed threads were the reason for the mutation of the spiritual energy. Wang Lin waved his right hand, and a strand of spiritual energy emerged from his palm, forming a fist-sized blue ice ball in mid-air. Inside the ice ball, there were countless deep blue threads.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Lin reached out into the air, his face showing a serious expression. Slowly, the ice ball began to shrink, and with each reduction, Wang Lin’s forehead would be drenched in sweat.

When the ice ball had shrunk to about one-third of its original size, some of the threads inside suddenly collapsed and dissipated. Then, more threads seemed unable to withstand the compression and also collapsed and disappeared.

Wang Lin frowned and sent another strand of spiritual energy into the ice ball to replenish the threads, continuing the refinement. As time passed, Wang Lin had already sent out several strands of spiritual energy, each time losing most of them, leaving only a few.

However, with the continuous input of spiritual energy, the rate at which the threads inside the ice ball dissipated gradually slowed down. Finally, after several hours, the refinement was complete.

Although Wang Lin was exhausted, his eyes were bright.

The ice ball had shrunk to the size of a grain of rice, and its color had changed from deep blue to green. This green grain of rice was completely filled with threads, and a dangerous aura emanated from it.

Wang Lin’s eyes flickered, and he grabbed the grain of rice with his hand, leaping out of the cave. He paused briefly in mid-air and then flew directly toward the nearest forest. Standing outside the forest, he waved his right hand, and the grain of rice immediately flew out, hitting a large tree.

At the same time, a faint green light flashed, and the tree instantly turned into ice. A deep blue ripple suddenly appeared, and Wang Lin’s expression changed as he quickly retreated. In the blink of an eye, a three-hundred-zhang area turned into a blue world.

Within this three-hundred-zhang area, whether it was trees, flowers, insects, or even small creatures underground, all living things died in that moment.

Even Wang Lin himself was hit by the blue aura, causing his body to stiffen and a chill to rise from his feet. Fortunately, the spiritual energy within his body was of the same origin, and after slowly merging, he regained his ability to move.

With a mixed expression, Wang Lin looked at the scene before him. He did not know if he could survive if he were directly hit by the green grain of rice and stood at the center of the blue ripple.

The green grain of rice was made by compressing his own spiritual energy and extracting the threads within. If compared, it was on a completely different level in terms of quality.

"This green grain of rice is the best magical treasure," Wang Lin muttered to himself.

After standing there for a while, Wang Lin turned and left, returning to the cave. He sent out another strand of spiritual energy, spending a lot of time, and finally obtained another green grain of rice.

Looking at this unremarkable grain of rice, Wang Lin took a deep breath and carefully put it away. He felt a wave of weakness in his body. Making one was already quite strenuous, and now making a second, his spiritual energy was clearly insufficient.

Although the grain of rice was powerful, making it was extremely draining on his spiritual energy. Wang Lin took a sip of the cold dew and sat in meditation to replenish his spiritual energy. By the time night fell, Wang Lin opened his eyes, and his spiritual energy had recovered to about seventy to eighty percent.

His eyes flickered, and without a word, he sent out another strand of spiritual energy, focusing his mind to refine it.

Three days later, three green grains of rice floated before Wang Lin. He looked serious; three grains of rice were the limit. He had tried to make a fourth, but for some reason, every time he refined a fourth, one of the previous three would immediately dissipate. After several attempts, Wang Lin gave up on the idea of making a fourth.

After observing for three days, although the grains of rice were powerful, they were still slightly insufficient for a Yuan Ying stage expert, failing to achieve satisfactory results.

If he could throw out dozens of grains of rice at once, he would have a sure victory. Unfortunately, Wang Lin could not make a fourth grain of rice. After much thought, Wang Lin had an idea: to fuse several grains of rice together. This way, the power would be multiplied, and more importantly, if they could be fused into one, he should be able to make more.

With this in mind, Wang Lin hesitated for a moment, then set up some simple defensive formations with broken stones around him. He also took out several defensive jade talismans from others' storage bags. After doing all this, he gritted his teeth, focused his mind, and controlled two grains of rice to slowly approach each other.

At this moment, Wang Lin’s heart was in his throat, and he was ready to flee if things went wrong. Slowly, the two grains of rice finally touched.

In that instant, Wang Lin had a sense of time freezing, as if it had paused at the moment the two grains of rice collided.

But then, the two grains of rice silently merged without any disturbance. The only change was that the color of the grain of rice became slightly deeper.

Wang Lin was taken aback and pondered for a moment before controlling another grain of rice to collide with it.

At the moment of impact, a faint green light flashed, and Wang Lin’s expression changed instantly. Without a word, he used a teleportation technique, and his body disappeared in a blue glow. At the moment he disappeared, a green aura spread out, turning a thousand-zhang area into a world of ice and snow.

A thousand zhang away, Wang Lin reappeared. Although he was outside the range of the aura, he still felt a chill rise from his feet.

Looking at the scene before him, Wang Lin fell silent. Although he had wasted a teleportation, he thought it was worth it. It seemed that fusing two grains of rice was the limit, and if three were fused, they would immediately explode.

Clearly, he could not return to the cave. Wang Lin smiled bitterly and found another cliff, digging a large stone chamber and entering it.

After several days, he replenished the three grains of rice and skillfully controlled them to fuse. After fusing one, Wang Lin successfully refined a fourth grain of rice, confirming his earlier hypothesis: three was the limit, but if fused into one, it would count as one.

Fusing the third and fourth grains of rice, in the end, Wang Lin carefully placed three grains of rice in his storage bag, two of which were slightly darker in color.

After thoroughly organizing the grains of rice, more than a month had passed, and the time for the Jue Ming Valley’s seal to open was approaching.

Wang Lin sat cross-legged, meditated for a while, and then opened his eyes. He spat out a green light, and a small green sword hummed and floated before him, emitting a radiant glow as if it had a spirit. Wang Lin reached out, and the flying sword landed in his palm. He touched the sword’s blade, which was icy cold.

The small green sword was a blood-refined item of his, and the mutation of his spiritual energy had indirectly caused the sword to gain the attribute of Ji.

Just as he was about to refine the flying sword again with the mutated spiritual energy, Wang Lin’s expression suddenly changed. His divine sense immediately detected that outside the cave, about a hundred sword lights were flying from all directions, as if chasing someone.

Wang Lin’s face turned cold, and he muttered to himself, "Is it him?"