"Ying Wu, let's forget it. This is a blessing the Heavenly Tribulation bestowed on you. How could I take your good fortune?" Song Wen said.
"I'm giving it to you, so just accept it. Why all this nonsense!"
Looking displeased, Ying Wu raised his sword fingers and sent out several streams of magical power, sweeping up the Immortal Spiritual Qi and sending it toward Song Wen.
Song Wen's heart lurched. He hurriedly looked up into the Nine Heavens.
The tribulation clouds high above had been torn into countless wisps by the ever-expanding hole and the radiant light shining through it. Like the ashes of burned paper, they flaked away and vanished with every gust of wind.
These tribulation clouds won't rise from the ashes again, will they?
With that apprehension stirring in his heart, Song Wen watched the ribbons of seven-colored light draw closer. He neither dodged nor tried to stop them.
The first ribbon touched his flesh and instantly merged into his body without the slightest resistance.
Unlike the last time he had refined Immortal Spiritual Qi, Song Wen did not even need to circulate his cultivation technique to guide it. The Immortal Spiritual Qi flowed into his meridians of its own accord, turning into a pure, mysterious power that fused with his existing magical power and surged toward his dantian like rushing rivers.
Feeling his magical power soar, his flesh grow stronger, and his meridians become tougher, Song Wen's eyes shone brightly.
Most wondrous of all was the transformation of his soul.
His soul seemed to be soaking in a warm spiritual spring. Its entire form relaxed, greedily drinking in an indescribable "spiritual essence."
In a daze, Song Wen felt a tingling sense of perfect clarity, as though he had awakened from a long, murky dream. Everything in