Seven days later.
Peach Blossom Island.
"Finally refined them!"
Inside the Spirit Land, Hong Yuan held out one hand. Two points of firefly light floated above his palm, flickering dimly, as though the slightest breeze could extinguish them.
After Venerable Immaculate and Madam Bloodrose died, seventy to eighty percent of their power had rapidly dispersed, their qi returning to heaven and earth. Hong Yuan had salvaged less than ten percent.
Yet those scant remnants contained the true essence of their Mystic Yellow power.
Without their original consciousnesses controlling them and resisting, unraveling them was not difficult.
The real difficulty lay in applying precisely the right amount of power. This was delicate work, requiring him to dissect them strand by strand, like drawing silk from a cocoon.
Conversely, if he tried to cut through the tangled hemp with a swift blade, the slightest carelessness-using just a fraction too much force-would cause this Mystic Yellow essence to disintegrate.
The soul power Hong Yuan had initially invested in this Divided Body had given it a comprehension score only slightly above 10. Of course, this was merely a difference in quantity; its soul was fundamentally no different from his original body's.
Over these months of cultivation, the [Dragon Vein True-Form Astral Art] had advanced another level, and the nine layers of astral qi in his true dharma spirit aperture had reached perfection and condensed into true astral power. All of this had driven successive transformations of his fleshly vessel and spirit soul.
While he was in his Divided Body, his personal panel was grayed out and could not directly display these changes.
But by Hong Yuan's own assessment, this Divided Body's comprehension and root bone had now nearly caught up with his original body's. Its comprehension still fell somewhat short, but its root bone