Qin Fengming and Jun Yan had remained in the valley, sending messages several times already, but they had received no response from He Xuan or Qingyu.
At this moment, Wenlin was awake, and the spatial sealing power around him was vast and overwhelming. An object like a communication disk, which transmitted messages through space, could not pass through Wenlin's spatial seal at all.
After trying several times, Qin Fengming gave up on sending messages. Even if they remained here for a year and everyone else went far away, he would still have a way to contact Qingyu after leaving this place.
However, he was still somewhat worried. He only hoped that Qingyu would not let the second Profound Soul spiritual body seize someone else's body.
Thinking about it was useless. Qin Fengming suppressed the lingering ties in his heart and began refining Wenlin's flesh and blood with all his might.
As the days passed, the mass of flesh and blood, which had initially stood twenty or thirty zhang tall, slowly shrank. The speed of its reduction, however, was truly hard to describe.
Whether it was Jun Yan or the several hundred Silver Sheath Worms, they chewed and refined the flesh at an extremely slow pace. Only Qin Fengming's use of the Treasure Blood Refining Art was somewhat faster. Even so, for each piece of flesh, Qin Fengming had to expend more than ten hours of continuous effort before he could condense a single drop of azure liquid no bigger than a grain of rice.
The drop was crystalline green, like jade carved by a master. A faint azure halo hovered over it, while fine Spirit Patterns, almost invisible to the naked eye, filled its interior. Around the drop, sharp, tiny blades of light kept flashing through the air.
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