Object Manipulation

The moment loneliness and despair rose together, compounded by the torment of the blazing sun's Yang energy, his soul immediately seemed ready to scatter away. Though this was but a tiny step forward, for those who cultivated Daoist arts, it was a leap in quality. Refining one's wandering soul into a Yin Spirit meant truly crossing the threshold of the Dao. "That woman Murong Yan possesses profound Daoist arts. She has actually reached the realm of Manifestation. Though her body is injured now, her Yin Spirit can still slip out and cause mischief, making her impossible to guard against. Once her injuries recover a little, she will likely resist. If I attain the realm of Object Manipulation, I can use Blood Patterned Steel needles to subdue her." "Yet the aura of this Explosive Flame Talisman Sword is terrifying." Hong Yi opened the box and examined the three items one by one. When his gaze fell upon the dense purple flame-shaped talismans covering the blade of the Explosive Flame Talisman Sword, he felt that this little dagger was like a volcano that had been suppressed for far too long, ready to erupt at any moment. "Why not test how heavy an object I can move now?" A person who fell into the storm-tossed sea and struggled desperately without seeing a single ship would naturally feel incomparable despair. Sure enough, his soul shot into the needle with a swish! After his soul returned to its shell, Hong Yi took a wooden box from his robes and opened it. Three items lay quietly within: the Past Amitabha Sutra, the "Blood Patterned Steel Needle," and the "Explosive Flame Talisman Sword." That dead branch had truly been picked up by his hand! All of a sudden, within Hong Yi's thoughts, the golden Amitabha Buddha he