Northern Frozen Ice Plains, Icy Soul Mountains.
A vast white stone plaza spread out before them. Thirty-six massive white stone pillars stood on it, arranged in a circle, each pillar's surface engraved with countless profound and mysterious runes.
Wang Qingshan floated in midair, a Silver Talisman shimmering with silver light pressed against his back. The Sword Suppression Stone floated in front of him.
Ye Yunfei, Ye Xuanji, Wang Qingcheng, and Wang Mengbin stood some distance away, their expressions solemn.
Ye Yunfei was helping Wang Qingshan refine the Sword Suppression Stone. The Ye Family was, after all, a True Spirit Aristocratic Family with an ancient heritage and profound reserves. In the past, some of their clansmen had transformed into Acquired Spirit Bodies. Some had failed, while others had succeeded—it depended entirely on luck.
The Silver Talisman was an Eighth Order talisman—the Seven-Star Heartguard Talisman, a secret talisman of the Ye Family. Even if the attempt failed, it could still preserve Wang Qingshan's life. That was precisely why Wang Qingshan had dared to try refining the Sword Suppression Stone.
"Daoist Wang, now!"
Ye Yunfei said in a deep voice.
Wang Qingshan formed a Hand Seal with his sword fingers. Green light burst from his body, and an astonishing Sword Intent shot into the sky. The Sword Suppression Stone trembled slightly before flying toward Wang Qingshan.
The Sword Suppression Stone pressed against Wang Qingshan's Dantian. He felt as if his body were being torn apart. Pain appeared on his face, and his limbs trembled. He felt as though his eight extraordinary meridians were about to snap.
The Sword Suppression Stone slowly drilled into Wang Qingshan's Dantian. Blood streamed from his body, soaking his clothes red until he looked like a man drenched in blood.
The Seven-Star Heartguard Talisman burst with dazzling silver light,