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He found it difficult to understand many of the behaviors of others, and his own thoughts often went unrecognized by them. Was he really someone who had torn through the barriers of the world? He had questioned this more than once, including during his time in the Cloud Mist Forest. However, according to Old Lu, that was absolutely impossible; anyone capable of crossing the barriers was undoubtedly a profound figure in the Realm. After all, he had been an ordinary person, so what right did he have to breach such barriers? Ultimately, Old Lu concluded, "Your uniqueness stems from your ignorance."
Shaking his head, he was beginning to tire of his constantly jumping thoughts. He took out his tools and decided to "delve deeper" into this blood-red stone. Although it pained him a bit, he struck down with his hammer. "Clang!" The hammer hit the chisel's tip, sending sparks flying as a small dent appeared in the stone. Powder scattered around the edge of the pit. He dipped his finger into the powder and brought it close to his eyes for a careful examination. After a while, the powder on his fingertip had dissipated. This time, aside from noticing that the powder slowly vanished, he made no other discoveries.
Placing both hands on the stone, he circulated his Kung Fu, allowing a pure stream of Spiritual Power to flow into his body and enter his mind. He quickly withdrew his hands and stopped working. Looking at where his palms had rested, he saw two faint handprints. Mo Wen furrowed his brows tightly; they looked remarkably similar. Based on the current results, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that it was true, but he still needed to verify it thoroughly.
He put away the stone and took out a few pieces of Chi Jing—these were among the few relatively high-grade Chi Jing he had left on him. He summoned the fire of lava to begin refining them. Unlike other materials that could be purified through crafting methods, Chi Jing could only be refined using pure Yang energy. It was originally condensed from the Spiritual Power of Chimera; it was impossible to remove impurities using Spiritual Power alone. After seven days, what had originally been thumb-sized Chi Jing had shrunk to the size of a bean. Three days later, that bean-sized Chi Jing had reduced to the size of a grain of rice. Judging by its color alone, it was already very close to what he had anticipated.
"Hiss!" Mo Wen gasped as he looked at the half grain of rice-sized Chi Jing left on his fingertip—the result of half a month spent burning and refining it. At this moment, however, he didn't care much about that; what mattered more was that aside from color and purity, there was virtually no difference between what remained on his fingertips and what he had started with. Though reluctant to believe it, he had no choice but to acknowledge that the Bloodstone he retrieved from the cave was indeed Chi Jing.
Chimera were categorized into different types: You (Wander), Yuan (Resentment), Jiang (Falling), Li (Eerie), Jing (Essence), and Guai (Monster). Each type further divided into White, Black, Red, and Blood categories. The Chi Jing he refined could at most be classified as White Resentment; what then was the blood-colored one? Was it Blood Essence or Blood Monster? Or perhaps something even higher? Mo Wen dared not think further. The classification of Chi Jing bore similarities to that of Chimera; however, Chi Jing only had five categories: Green, White, Black, Red, and Blood. Its value was determined by size and purity. Without a doubt, the Chi Jing in his hands was Blood Crystal; based on its size… he couldn't ascertain its level since there were no records in any texts he had read.
What intrigued him now was why the owner of this Blood Crystal would appear here—this place could be considered a realm of pure Yang where Chimera could not survive.
"This truly is a marvelous world," he thought. "Why ponder so much? After all, it's already dead and has left its core behind for me." Looking at the Blood Crystal on the stone table, his doubts finally unraveled; as for any further questions, those would have to wait until he became stronger before he could unravel them one by one.
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