At daybreak, the sky gradually brightened. A few fading stars were set in the pale-blue heavens, while the earth lay in a hazy blur, as though draped in a veil of silvery gray.
Su Fan sat cross-legged beside the pool along the grass path, concentrating on cultivating the "Clear Wind and Bright Moon Illuminating the Spirit and Cleansing the Heart Treasure Scripture." A faint halo of spiritual energy lingered around him.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. His throat bobbed as he exhaled a long breath of white air tinged with impurities, and most of the weariness between his brows dissipated.
It had to be said that the Secret Hall inheritance he had obtained from the Guangfa Dao Sect back then was indeed exceptionally compatible with his constitution.
Without this divine-soul cultivation technique as his foundation, the assorted and bizarre fragments of divine souls he had devoured in the Evil Spirit Realm would probably have caused him to suffer backlash long ago, leaving him mentally deranged.
What was more, every night without fail, he visualized the clear wind and bright moon. That limpid artistic conception had also been washing away the negative emotions accumulated in his heart imperceptibly, allowing him to keep his mind clear at all times.
Su Fan lowered his head and saw a wisp of gray-black aura condensing at his fingertip.
This was precisely the concrete manifestation of the Evil Spirit Origin's qualities, and it looked especially jarring within the clear radiance of the Spirit Spring.
Su Fan held his breath and focused his mind, allowing the wisp of Black Qi to wander over his fingertip. At times, it transformed into a slender ribbon that coiled around his finger joints; at others, it condensed into a miniature vortex that devoured the thin spiritual energy around