Heaven and earth were the furnace, all things the copper; the wonders of creation were wrought with supernatural craftsmanship.
The One-Horned White Whale's death did not mean the destruction of its substance. It merely passed from one life to others, even bringing about a still more flourishing scene.
Li Ling understood karma and discerned heaven's will. By cleverly using this method to dispel part of the karmic burden, borrowing Cheng Xiong as his blade to deliver the killing blow, and then perfectly delivering the whale's soul with the Heavenly Ascension Spirit Incense, he had finally dealt with the One-Horned White Whale.
Although this could not leave him untouched by karma as killing with an innate Magic Treasure would, he had nonetheless done all that his present realm allowed.
Perhaps heaven's will was at work unseen. An entire day and night passed without outside interference or other difficulties, unlike when Shi Jizi had refined pills all those years ago, when even his disciples had betrayed him, choosing to abandon darkness for light.
At that moment, the valley lay in ruins, its trees felled and mountains toppled.
The shock waves from several battles had created an enormous basin where the Inner Valley had once stood, its sunken shape resembling a furnace.
The One-Horned White Whale was so enormous that even the valley could not contain it. It had barely fit within as it underwent prolonged refinement.
The island's Formation Eye was not its geographical center, but it was the central nexus connecting every Spirit Canal, Array, and Restriction.
Over ten li away, at a hidden junction of Earth Veins, a horn more than a zhang long hung upside down like a stalactite. An enormous rock had been carved into a lotus-shaped pool roughly a zhang across.
Li Ling and Mu Qingsi sat