The Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword sometimes transformed into a child, sometimes into a Flying Sword, drifting through his dantian. Seeing this, Yan Chihuo knew that the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword's spirituality had greatly increased as well, and he was immensely delighted.
Just then, Zihai swam over from the side and said, "Congratulations, Master! Congratulations! You've finally succeeded in integrating with the Dao!" After more than a hundred years of cultivation, Zihai was still only at the mid Origin Core stage, though not yet at the peak of that stage.
Yan Chihuo smiled faintly, patted his head, and said, "Go back first. I still need to stabilize my cultivation."
Outside, Feng Yi rose to his feet and said to Feng Qing, "Now that Yan Chihuo has successfully integrated with the Dao, we should leave as well. He should enter seclusion for a hundred days, after which he can emerge. When the time comes, bring him to me."
Feng Qing replied, "Yes."
Feng Yi took several steps, then suddenly recalled something. Turning back to Feng Qing, he said, "Yan Chihuo still harbors doubts about us. When you go bring him over, you must be respectful. Though he has only just entered the Dao Integration Stage, you are no longer his match. You formed a Solid Core, while Yan Chihuo formed a True Core—and a first-rank True Core at that. Coupled with his swordsmanship, you must never provoke him."
Feng Qing said, "Yes, Master."
Only then did Feng Yi turn and leave. Yet just as he turned around, another boom rang out, and seven-colored rosy light surged forth from Yan Chihuo's cave abode once more.
The seven-colored light was dazzling beyond measure; even Feng Qing found it somewhat difficult to withstand. Feng Yi froze again and said, "A transformed spirit treasure!