Sensing the crystal-clear stone wrapped in azure light, Qin Fengming wore an indescribable expression—a mingling of delight, shock, and disbelief.
Within the dense, pure aura of death lay incomparably pure soul energy.
Looking at that crystal was like looking at a spirit essence on the verge of taking form. Qin Fengming had never before seen a body of soul energy so pure.
Leaving aside the aura of death, the purity of its soul energy alone was such that even the soul stone Qin Fengming currently carried could not compare to one or two hundredths of it. Most importantly, the aura of death within this soul crystal was actually contained inside, without leaking outward.
If left untouched, neither its aura of death nor its pure soul energy seemed to diminish at all.
Looking at the soul crystal before him, Qin Fengming stood rooted to the spot for a moment.
The preciousness of this soul crystal went without saying. Even several hundred pieces of the same size of those soul-energy-bearing materials collected by Mahayana cultivators could scarcely rival the soul energy contained in this single crystal.
If Qin Fengming could still remain composed before something so precious, he truly would not have been himself.
A keen light flickered in his eyes as another matter suddenly occurred to him: faced with this soul crystal containing an aura of death, he had no idea what he could use to collect and store it.
The Qinggu Space was exceptionally unusual. Any object a cultivator brought in that had a soul connection with them existed in spirit-body form. Even a piece of artifact-refining material became a spirit body.
To put away a physical object within the Qinggu Space, he could only use the special rune method Leng Qiuhong had given him.
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