The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 260 A Year of Diligent Training, Three Years of Bloody Battle [Part Nine]

Feng Ling returned to the Jade Purity Sect.

Soon after, the Jade Purity Sect Master privately summoned Feng Ling to the Jade Purity Hall, where the two engaged in a long discussion. Firstly, they verified and examined each other's insights and feelings; secondly, they explored and resolved the confusion encountered in their cultivation.

After that, Feng Ling was arranged by Feng Tianjue to undergo training in the back mountain of the Yuqing Sect.

"Roar—" A high-pitched dragon roar echoed from the edge of a strange pool deep in the mountains and forests, shaking the entire forest and causing thousands of ferocious beasts to prostrate themselves.

At this moment, a stream of water surged up from the center of the Azure Pool, and Feng Ling stepped lightly on it with his eyes closed.

As he swung his spear, sending out streaks of energy that transformed into white dragons that merged into the pool, he frowned, sensing the subtle ripples and changes on the water's surface.

This state continued for an unknown period of time.

"I see!"

Feng Ling suddenly opened his eyes, golden light flashing in them. When he once again channeled his energy and wielded the Fire-Tipped Spear, a strange spatial ripple was generated.

"Roar—" A deafening roar resounded through the heavens.

Suddenly, a ferocious white dragon with a solid body burst forth from the tip of the spear, bringing with it an indomitable fighting spirit that shook the heavens and the earth.

This dragon is incredibly lifelike, with clearly visible and shimmering silver-white scales, and a tuft of whiskers fluttering in the wind.

The entire dragon body is over ten zhang long. The dragon claws and tail are visually striking, seemingly unstoppable and awe-inspiring!
However, this is not the most peculiar thing about this dragon. The most peculiar thing is that when this dragon plunged into the pool with its enormous body and tremendous momentum, the surface of the water remained as calm as a mirror, incredibly without being disturbed by even a ripple!
Until the dragon broke through the water again, it brought with it several towering water columns that suddenly exploded in mid-air, scattering sprays of water mist in all directions.

"Is this the true form of the artifact spirit? Its power is several levels higher than before!"

Feng Ling's eyes shone brightly. The white dragon suddenly turned around, roared, and opened its blood-red maw to devour him. However, he was not afraid at all. He lightly raised his fire-tipped spear and accurately struck the white dragon between the eyebrows.

Crystalline water droplets slid down the dragon's whiskers. Seeing this, Feng Ling raised an eyebrow. The man and the dragon faced off in mid-air, separated by the spear. The scene was incredibly beautiful. "Withdraw!" Feng Ling murmured the incantation. The white dragon, which had been so spirited just moments before, immediately wilted. With a low growl, it transformed into a beam of white light and disappeared into the Fire-Tipped Spear. Even before vanishing, a hint of disappointment flashed in its eyes, almost human-like.

This scene made Feng Ling raise an eyebrow and marvel.

When a Ghost Spirit Master reaches the twelfth level of cultivation, they can cultivate and condense the spirit by expending their mental energy. The manifestation of the spirit's true form is a transformation technique that can only be initially mastered and performed by those who have reached the thirteenth level of cultivation.

Back then, during the battle at the Jade Purity Sect, Feng Ling first unleashed his Spirit Body by chance, at the peak of the twelfth level of cultivation.

It should be noted that he had just received the Spirit Infusion Inheritance at that time, and his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, but he did not have enough time to comprehend and condense the spirit of the artifact.

However, he ultimately managed to summon the true form of the artifact spirit through sheer willpower. This action truly astonished many elders with exceptional knowledge.

"Next up is you... I hope my judgment is correct..."

After putting away the Fire-Tipped Spear, Feng Ling looked at the green orb of light that appeared in his palm, with faint black lines flowing around it. His eyes flickered, and he had already made up his mind.

"puff--"

Water splashed everywhere in the pool, creating ripples that echoed across the surface, as Feng Ling concealed himself at the bottom of the pool. Then, Feng Ling formed hand seals and immersed himself in a profound and unfathomable state of mind.

Time flies like water, and the days pass by one by one.

Autumn goes, and winter comes again.

A thick layer of frost has formed on the surface of the Azure Wave Pool, isolating it from the falling rhomboid snowflakes and all the coldness of the human world, protecting only the trace of warmth remaining at the bottom of the pool.

(End of this chapter)