vstars Chapter 22 An Adventure Attempt
Chapter 22 An Adventure Attempt
Chen Bai had a sudden inspiration and turned his attention to his sea of consciousness, where the three-legged bronze cauldron stood quietly.
Beside the small cauldron, two invisible objects floated.
A pale blue ball of light pulsed slightly, like a coiled green snake, radiating a warm heat; this was the "Six Si Spirit Fire".
The other mass was grayish-black, and could be vaguely seen to be the shape of a spirit raven, but its figure was blurry and seemed to be about to dissipate at any moment; it was the "remnant soul of the Black Raven".
These two invisible objects were materials that Chen Bai had previously extracted from the broken magic artifacts. Since he did not know their details, he temporarily put them aside.
Now that I think about it, wasn't that "Black Crow's Remnant Soul" just a demon beast's soul? As for that "Six-Si Spirit Fire," although I'm not entirely sure, I can deduce from its unpredictable nature that it should belong to the category of [True Fire].
"Why not give it a try?" Chen Bai was somewhat eager to try, even if he failed, it wouldn't matter. At most, he would only lose two bundles of spiritual materials that he had picked up for free.
Once the idea popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it any longer.
He first tried to condense flames according to the method. He separated a wisp of spiritual energy from his dantian and circulated it along the three Yang meridians of his hand to the palm of his right hand, while visualizing the image of a ball of flame. The blood in his palm slowly heated up, initially only a barely perceptible temperature, but gradually the temperature rose higher and higher, and his palm began to turn red.
About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
With a soft "hiss" sound from his palm, a tiny, crimson flame leaped out of thin air and hovered quietly a few inches above his palm.
The fire that springs from this palm is ordinary fire, dark red in color, and not very hot; it can only be used to start a fire.
"It seems a bit difficult." Chen Bai frowned and continued practicing the fire-gathering technique.
Half an hour later, he was able to steadily condense a fist-sized orange-red flame. Next was to shape the flame, but lacking the demon beast's soul as a model, and relying solely on experience to shape a ball of ordinary fire, it was obviously somewhat difficult.
After trying for a while, Chen Bai circulated his spiritual energy again to replenish it. Then he stretched out his right hand, and in an instant, a ball of flame appeared in his palm. The flame trembled violently, twisted a few times, and gradually lengthened, growing wings, protruding a bird's head, and spreading its tail feathers—it had transformed into a palm-sized crimson firebird.
The flamingo circled once above his palm, its movements stiff and mechanical, like a marionette.
Chen Bai pointed to the stone wall three steps away. The firebird tilted its head, flapped its wings and flew towards the stone wall. With a "plop," it crashed into the stone wall and turned into a few sparks and disappeared.
"To be able to do this, with my current cultivation level, is already the pinnacle of this inferior Dao technique." Chen Bai shook his head, not disappointed by the power of the Fire Sparrow, but rather enjoying it.
It should be noted that those who are able to formally cultivate Taoist arts are generally embryonic cultivators who have cultivated spiritual consciousness.
It is astonishing that Chen Bai could achieve this level of skill by relying on his extraordinary "innate spiritual light" even before becoming an immortal.
"The next step can begin."
Chen Bai sat cross-legged on the jade platform, his spiritual light probing into his sea of consciousness, carefully touching the pale blue Six Si Spiritual Fire.
The moment it touched the spiritual fire, a warm sensation traveled back along the spiritual light.
There was no burning pain, no rejection; instead, there was an indescribable... warmth.
He was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant.
After the Six Si Spirit Fires were extracted by the small cauldron, they became ownerless.
Moreover, its size was extremely small, almost the size of an earthworm. The fact that it could maintain its shape and not disintegrate was already a marvel of the small cauldron. Now, it was also subdued by Chen Bai's massive innate spiritual light, so naturally it dared not move and obediently submitted.
"That saved a lot of trouble."
Chen Bai began refining the spiritual fire.
The refining process went more smoothly than he had imagined. In less than half a day, the Six-Sided Spiritual Flame no longer resisted his spiritual light; in fact, it actively embraced it, gradually merging its own fiery nature into the light. He felt that a solid connection had been established between himself and this spiritual flame.
With just a thought, the spiritual fire would obediently fly out of his sea of consciousness and hover in his palm.
He tested the power of the spirit fire.
A wisp of Six-Si Spiritual Fire, as thin as a hair, flicked from his fingertip and landed on the stone wall.
With a soft "hiss," a small dent, the size of a grain of rice, was burned into the hard stone wall, its edges as smooth as a mirror, as if a piece had been scooped away by something extremely sharp.
"What powerful spiritual fire!" Chen Bai gasped.
This is just a tiny spark, barely the thickness of a hair.
If one had a complete spiritual fire in hand, its power would probably be enough to threaten a Nascent Soul cultivator.
However, he also knew that with his current cultivation level, he was simply not capable of activating the entire spiritual fire.
The spiritual energy in the dantian can only support a ball of six-elemental spiritual fire the size of a thumb for a dozen or so breaths at most; any more and it will damage the foundation.
After refining the spiritual fire, he turned his gaze to the remnant soul of the Black Crow.
This remnant soul is far more troublesome than the spirit fire. Although it only retains a wisp of its original intelligence, it was once a living being and has an instinctive wariness of external things.
The moment Chen Bai's spiritual light touched it, the remnant soul began to struggle violently, emitting sharp waves of mental energy that pierced his brow and caused a dull pain.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Chen Bai tried to soothe it with his mind.
But it was no use at all. The remnant soul's intelligence was too weak to understand complex communication of thoughts; it only knew how to feel fear and resistance.
He pondered for a moment, then changed his approach.
Instead of forcibly contacting the remnant soul, the spiritual light was transformed into an extremely thin membrane, gently and slowly enveloping it.
It's not about intrusion, but about inclusion, like holding a frightened chick in your hands and incubating it like a chicken.
This time, the Black Crow Spirit's resistance was much weaker.
It huddled in the aura, trembling, but no longer struggled violently. The familiarity etched into its blood made it calm down, as if it had returned to its eggshell.
Chen Bai continued to soothe it with gentle thoughts, patiently and calmly nurturing it.
One day, two days.
By the next day, the Black Crow Spirit had finally fully accepted his innate spiritual light.
It was no longer afraid; instead, it actively approached the aura, as if it had become a part of itself.
Chen Bai could vaguely sense its emotions—confusion, bewilderment, and a trace of dependence on him.
"This is a great opportunity, now is the time." Chen Bai's eyes lit up, and he immediately took action.
Chen Bai summoned the Six-Si Spiritual Fire and the remnant soul of the Black Crow simultaneously, suspending them in his dantian. The spiritual fire was pale blue and flickered slightly; the remnant soul was grayish-black, with the shape of a crow vaguely visible inside, covered by a layer of spiritual light membrane.
The two occupy a corner in the dantian, and are unrelated to each other.
He took a deep breath and continuously cast incantation hand seals, using the innate spiritual light as a bridge to guide him, attempting to merge the two.