I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

The merging of sect leaders has begun.

A wisp of silvery-white power of law slowly sank into her body from between her brows.

In an instant, her body arched, her five fingers digging into the jade bed, her knuckles turning white—even without making a sound, Li Hanshan could "see" that wherever that wisp of law passed, her meridians were charring, regenerating, and charring again inch by inch.

Beneath her skin and flesh, silvery-white patterns moved like living things, causing blood to flow and bones to creak wherever they touched. It was a forging process from flesh and blood to soul, each breath crushing the old her and piecing together a new her.

As for Li Hanshan, he did not hesitate. With a deep thought, he once again entered the Land of Laws.

His consciousness hung silently in that chaos, guarding the sect leader's soul. Within the chaos, there was no sky, no earth, no light, no darkness, only a vast emptiness, and the occasional fleeting glimmer of silvery light deep within that emptiness. He hung there, like an inextinguishable lamp.

Beside that thought, the sect leader's soul was being wrapped layer upon layer by silver-white law patterns. Her fusion was a silent war—every inch of progress was accompanied by the excruciating pain of her soul being burned through. With each circle of those silver-white patterns, her soul trembled violently, as if being repeatedly forged by invisible flames, burning away impurities and leaving only purity.

Li Hanshan couldn't help in that war.

But there's one thing he can do: let her know she's not fighting alone.

Several days later.

A wisp of light drifted past Li Hanshan's "eyes" from the depths of chaos without warning.

The light was extremely faint and subtle, vanishing in an instant if not carefully observed. He instinctively reached out—with a thought, he actually captured the wisp of light. The light trembled gently in his mind, like a startled fish, or a spirit that had come to recognize its master.

He subconsciously reached out—with a thought, he actually captured that wisp of light.

"Another wisp?!" He was both surprised and delighted. He turned to ask the sect leader how to deal with it, but saw that her soul was tightly closed and her body was wrapped in silver-white law patterns. She was at the most critical point of fusion. Asking would only disturb her.

Li Hanshan suppressed his excitement and tried to "touch" that wisp of law power.

It's amazing.

The thing was clearly dissipating rapidly, but when it touched his mind, it became eerily quiet for a moment, as if... it recognized him.

But he dared not integrate it into his body. With his current cultivation level, for a law to enter his body would not be a great tonic, but rather a death sentence. This thing was a good thing, but he was not yet ready to devour it.

Seeing that the wisp of law was dissipating faster and faster, in a moment of desperation, Li Hanshan had a sudden thought—his consciousness sank into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, to that small space opened up by the Yang pattern.

The space was small, with a shallow puddle in the center, where a few drops of dew clung—his accumulated wealth over the years.

"Come in!"

Guided by his will, that wisp of law power was indeed pulled into the Yang Pattern Space along with his divine thought—and then, without deviation, merged into a drop of dew in a puddle.

A flash of silver light, and the dewdrop remained glistening, but inside, a trace of shifting silvery-white light appeared. That silvery-white light swayed slowly within the dewdrop, like sealed starlight, neither dissipating nor exploding.

The power of the laws has been contained!

Li Hanshan was overjoyed.

These dewdrops... they actually have this effect?!

He suppressed his turbulent emotions and decided to keep quiet for now—he'd investigate further later. For now, he'd try to catch as many fish as possible.

His consciousness sank back into the chaos, continuing to guard that barren sea. In the depths of the chaos, the drifting silvery-white lights were pitifully thin, and it would take a long time before a single wisp would occasionally drift by.

Just then—

Without warning, the entire Myriad Spirits Secret Realm trembled violently.