Blood River said to Daoist Hunyuan, "Please, Master, refine this Mosquito Daoist's true form for me. I don't even have a single spirit treasure right now."
A mass of Purple Fire surged around Daoist Hunyuan. In an instant, he recalled Yun Zhongzi's insights into crafting magical treasures. One Great Dao Rune after another appeared out of thin air around his hands. They arranged themselves in a set pattern, forming a strange magic array. Countless flames of Purple Fire flowed into it, becoming an unusual sea of fire.
Blood River hurriedly threw the Mosquito Daoist's true form into it. Daoist Hunyuan sat cross-legged in midair, forming hand seals with two fingers as he controlled the Purple Fire's heat according to a precise rhythm. The mosquito's enormous body churned in the purple sea of fire. Its flesh melted away, and drops of strange liquid flowed out. Some were heavier, some lighter; their colors varied. Some shone dazzling white, while others were murky gray, black, silvery white, red, purple, and more.
The liquids remained clearly distinct, yet also had a remarkable ability to blend together. They were likely the essences of the magical treasures the Mosquito Daoist had devoured, refined into his own flesh and blood. The golden light, in particular, was probably the essence of the Merit Golden Lotus. The Merit Golden Lotus could suppress Karmic Debt; had his body not devoured such a wondrous treasure, he would have long since been burned to ashes by his own karmic flames.
If the essence of the Merit Golden Lotus were melded with the essences of the other magical treasures and forged into another shape, its special properties might be lost. But if it were shaped into a golden lotus, though it would fall short of the Merit Golden Lotus nurtured by heaven and