The underground spirit island beneath Little Plum Mountain.
Li Ping sat cross-legged and stirred his will.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A third-tier middle-grade spirit flame and a glittering golden spirit tree roughly three feet tall landed before him.
Where the Lunar Coldflame landed, a thick layer of frost instantly formed on the ground. The temperature on the spirit island plummeted, as though winter had arrived in an instant.
As for the ten-thousand-year golden profound wood, it was even more terrifying.
Invisible, razor-sharp metal energy spread from the glittering golden spirit tree, cutting countless tiny slits into the ground beneath it like the sharpest scalpels.
This was merely the aura the spiritwood naturally emitted. If it were refined into a life-bound treasure and the geng-metal energy within it were actively unleashed... never mind ordinary ground, even severing ordinary treasures would be child's play.
Li Ping took out several Sealing Spirit Talismans and affixed them to the ten-thousand-year golden profound wood one by one, sealing away the geng-metal energy it emitted on its own.
Only then did he carefully take out a Jade Box over four feet long and put away the golden profound wood with its aura sealed.
Having dealt with the golden profound wood, Li Ping turned his gaze to the third-tier middle-grade Lunar Coldflame.
Without much hesitation, he brought out the three portions of third-tier middle-grade spirit materials, two hundred Middle-Grade Spirit Stones, and, most importantly, the Purple Crystal Furnace he had prepared beforehand, placing them all beside the Lunar Coldflame.
Looking down at the many objects before him, Li Ping smiled and nodded. He extended both palms, and countless transparent tendrils of energy visible only to him spread outward from them, enveloping everything.
Refining, absorbing...
Meanwhile, on the little Inheritance Tree, another branch slowly emerged above the one representing the