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Twenty days had passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Yang awoke once more from the stone bed radiating immense Spirit Energy. During this time, Song Baliang had been deeply engrossed in studying the runes and restrictions of the Ice Soul Seal and Earth Fire Seal, while also beginning to sketch designs for a Dao Artifact.
Zhao Yang had gone hunting a few times outside Ice Fire Island, enjoying barbecues, but Song Baliang only hurriedly ate a few skewers before returning to his research on the Dao Artifact design.
Zhao Yang had asked Song Baliang what kind of Dao Artifact he intended to refine. After a moment of contemplation, Song Baliang admitted he was uncertain. The refining of a Dao Treasure could produce waste materials, and if there weren't enough resources, he might only be able to forge a short sword. The Ice Soul Seal and Earth Fire Seal were not large enough to create a halberd or a giant axe. Furthermore, Fire Sea Ice Spring was an exceptional material for refining Dao Artifacts, extremely difficult to shape during the process. Therefore, until the quantity of materials was confirmed, Song Baliang couldn't be sure what he would end up creating.
Faced with such an academic prodigy, Zhao Yang, who was usually well-versed in all matters, found himself feeling like an outsider this time. Song Baliang had not received any teachings from a Master Artifact Refiner; instead, he relied on the basic knowledge of artifact crafting he had gleaned from Xuanfo Temple's Scripture Repository. He gradually honed his skills by refining artifacts for others for free and had even managed to ruin one of his master's Dao Artifacts due to his rigorous research spirit. Now he was attempting to refine his second Dao Artifact.
Zhao Yang lazily watched as Song Baliang hammered away at two Dao Treasures. Not only was he wide awake now, but he also felt a pang of pain as he saw the two treasures shrinking under Song Baliang's relentless strikes, countless fragments scattering around. In his drowsy state, Zhao Yang even caught sight of Song Baliang secretly gathering those fragments and slipping them into his pocket!
"Please tell me you didn't break them all," Zhao Yang thought bitterly, feeling somewhat cheated.
"Junior Brother, do you have any other Dao Treasure materials?" Song Baliang asked, glancing at Zhao Yang who was lost in thought on the spirit stone bed.
Zhao Yang hurriedly shook his head; not only did he lack other Dao Treasures now, but even if he had some, he wouldn't dare bring them out.
With a sigh, Song Baliang murmured, "Not enough materials." He then picked up his Zen Staff and broke it with a single strike. From within the staff, he extracted a slender and smooth root-like object that shimmered with divine light and added it to the Fire Sea Ice Spring.
A powerful aura of Dao Artifact emanated from it. Zhao Yang looked on in astonishment at Song Baliang with gratitude; for the sake of refining his Dao Artifact, Song Baliang had even extracted the core from his high-grade artifact.
"This is made from the essence of a Dao Artifact; it's the core from my master's Dao Artifact. Last time he broke my left hand during training, and since his Dao Artifact had too many flaws to repair, I decided to repurpose its Heart of the Dao Artifact as the core for my high-grade artifact. With the Heart of the Dao Artifact in this Zen Staff, its power in my hands is considerable; it can compete with an average Holy Son without losing ground. Even if they wield a Dao Artifact, they won't be able to deal with me for a while!" Song Baliang said proudly, completely disregarding Zhao Yang's grim expression.
"What a pity; I'm still short on some materials. Let me think about what I should forge to maximize its power," Song Baliang concluded before turning back to study the crafting of the Dao Artifact.
Zhao Yang looked at the serious Song Baliang and the swollen bump on his head that had finally gone down. He muttered to himself, "No wonder your master hit you. You secretly took away someone else's Heart of the Dao Artifact. You're almost worse than I am. Sigh, with a skill like that, you can deceive people without any consequences!"
Zhao Yang stepped out of the cave and arrived above Ice Fire Island, gazing at the waves of treasure-seeking cultivators surrounding it. These cultivators passed beneath Ice Fire Island, completely unaware of its existence. Over the past few days, Zhao Yang had gradually come to understand the reason behind this.
Perhaps aside from Song Baliang and himself, no one else could see Ice Fire Island. Although he didn't fully grasp why, it was evident that no one had looked in its direction. Even when he stood at the edge of Ice Fire Island observing them, no one noticed him.
A huge and strange bird flew across the sky, emitting a chilling cry. Zhao Yang looked up at the sky, quietly reflecting on the scenes of battling various cultivators over the past month.
For over twenty days, Zhao Yang had been sleeping on a peculiar stone bed inside the cave. Unbeknownst to him, his True Qi had already reached the peak of the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment Stage, just a hair's breadth away from breaking into the sixth layer—the final level of mid Foundation Establishment Stage.
In reality, if Zhao Yang wanted to level up, he could easily hunt beasts for their cores or rob cultivators within Haotian Secret Realm. If he consumed all kinds of spiritual herbs, he could definitely break into Foundation Establishment Great Perfection quickly. It was just like when he was at Myriad Spirit Sect and was force-fed Spirit Energy from the corpse of a deceased Eternal Flood Dragon, allowing him to rise three levels in a single day—almost causing him to burst.
However, Zhao Yang understood that most of his cultivation came from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Although he had been diligently practicing, he was a Chaotic Root body, making cultivation extremely difficult. He realized that chaotic Spirit Energy was the sum of all Spirit Energy in the world; if an ordinary cultivator took a month to achieve something at a certain level, he would need ten months or even several decades. Without various Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to support him, he would likely still be a low-level Qi Refinement Stage cultivator.
Zhao Yang finally understood why every time chaotic Spirit Energy's improvement speed was mentioned in the past, Sun Wukong always spoke vaguely and avoided the topic. If it weren't for his natural greedy disposition and having obtained a Spirit Pearl to seek out Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, he might have truly fallen into a trap.
Unknowingly, night fell. Zhao Yang yawned and prepared to return for another night of sleep and cultivation.
However, when Zhao Yang entered the cave space again, he was dumbfounded. He pointed at where his stone bed used to be and asked Song Baliang in disbelief, "Senior Brother, where's my bed?"
"It's been refined!" Song Baliang replied without turning around, his hands busy tapping and striking as various runes flew through the air while he was refining a Dao Artifact.
Zhao Yang felt an urge to curse; he wanted to bang his head against the wall. No wonder Song Baliang's master hit him so hard—if he continued refining like this, he'd lose all good things! He had originally planned to take that stone bed which allowed for self-cultivation while sleeping using size manipulation techniques, but in an instant, it had been refined away!
Zhao Yang's gaze fell upon the broken leg of the bed beneath Song Baliang, and he felt a pang of reluctance to look further. For the success of his Dao Artifact, he endured.
Within the space, smoke swirled, and the sound of clanging echoed. Song Baliang stood before the Fire Sea Ice Spring, performing the Refining Qi Method. His divine light shone brilliantly, filling the air with a radiant glow. Zhao Yang could not discern whether his Dao Artifact had taken shape. Helplessly, as smoke filled his nostrils, he stepped out of the cave and onto the surface of Ice Fire Island to calm himself and wait.
The moonlight poured down like water, illuminating the surroundings. Faint sounds of rushing cultivators echoed in the distance. Suddenly, a cacophony of battle erupted from below. A petite girl dressed in a Sky Blue Dress flew past his line of sight, her body marked with faint traces of blood. A group of pursuers followed closely behind her. The girl was veiled in a thin mist, obscuring her features.
Yet, in the girl's eyes, Zhao Yang caught a glimpse of shock and vulnerability, as if she were an ethereal being. Her furrowed brow seemed to dim the world around her, causing flowers to wilt and evoking deep sympathy within him. It was this fleeting expression that struck a chord in Zhao Yang's heart, one he could never forget.
A sound pierced through the air as a Black-Robed Youth appeared before the fleeing girl. The youth's face was pale, his gaze dark and predatory as he fixed his eyes on her like a hunter stalking its prey. Zhao Yang's heart raced; this Black-Robed Youth was none other than the Divine Serpent Saint Child!
“Liu Rou, where do you think you're running?” shouted a Red-Clad Woman harshly from behind.
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