Thinking of this, Xiao Yan was taken aback. Soul imprints should usually be left by the person themselves; when has it ever been possible to use force?
However, Xiao Yan had no time to care about these things. What he was curious about was that while the six petals left their mark on his soul, they not only handed him control, but also brought some strange images into Xiao Yan's mind.
Xiao Yan frowned, pondering the fleeting scene from just now.
First, there is a huge ancient tree.
The ancient tree was so enormous that it was unimaginable; its sheer size made even humans appear as insignificant as ants beneath its feet.
The ancient tree is so large that it reaches from the top of the sky to the bottom of the underworld; even the floating clouds in the sky can only reach its ankles...
But even so, above that ancient tree, in the far distance of the sky, a huge, twisted black shadow enveloped the entire world. Only through a narrow gap could a sliver of sunlight peek out, as if even the rising sun in the sky was afraid of something. Most strangely, that sunlight could be clearly seen to have sharp edges...
The scene was only these few images, but when Xiao Yan recalled it, his heart and even his soul couldn't help but tremble. He couldn't even get close to that magnificent world, let alone even look at it from afar. Just recalling that scene in his mind made him tremble with fear. He couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be if such a scene were actually placed in front of him.
"Covering up the sky and blocking out the sun"—that's probably the only way to describe it.
Coming to his senses, Xiao Yan pale face gradually returned to normal. Then, with a thought, he looked inward and gazed at the six petals surrounding the Soul Bead.
Xiao Yan could clearly feel the connection between himself and the petals. In fact, with just a thought, the six petals would move accordingly. This control was absolute. Of course, this was only limited to the actions of the six petals. Xiao Yan could not devour the enormous Spiritual Strength contained within them. Otherwise, he was confident that he could use this to try and break through to the Fifth-Tier Alchemist. Of course, given the current situation, Xiao Yan knew that this was just wishful thinking.
However, achieving such a result was already extremely fortunate. Xiao Yan did not expect to actually devour the Spiritual Strength within these six petals. Everything in excess is as bad as deficiency. If he were to actually devour this Spiritual Strength, it would only bring trouble to Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan understood this principle very well.
However, just as Xiao Yan was about to withdraw his thoughts, wisps of Spiritual Strength suddenly surged out from the six petals, like thin threads connecting to Xiao Yan's Soul Bead.
Upon realizing this, Xiao Yan was slightly taken aback, but then became serious.
Having experienced it before, Xiao Yan dared not be careless again upon seeing this scene. After using both his Spiritual Strength and the Heavenly Flames to investigate, he finally confirmed that there was no mistake.
Those Spiritual Strength did not bring him any negative effects. In fact, under the refinement of the Heavenly Flames, those wisps of Spiritual Strength did not change at all. This means that the purity of these Spiritual Strength was completely at the level that they could be directly absorbed. Xiao Yan's refinement with the Heavenly Flames would only consume these Spiritual Strength.
With this in mind, Xiao Yan quickly withdrew the Heavenly Flames, and at the same time, a strange sense of excitement welled up in his heart.
Since these Spiritual Strength are not harmful to him, it means that as long as he continues to absorb them like this for a long time, his soul will grow even without deliberately cultivating his Spiritual Strength.
A wisp of Spiritual Strength was injected into the Soul Bead, and Xiao Yan's Spiritual Strength gradually increased under this extremely slow amplification. Judging from the Spiritual Strength contained in these six petals, it was more than enough for Xiao Yan to absorb for a long time.
Although this process is extremely slow, even imperceptible, the gradual and continuous infusion will eventually bring Xiao Yan endless benefits. Over time, these benefits will naturally become apparent.
After a long while, Xiao Yan finally got up from the ground with his stiff body. He twisted his body slightly, and immediately, a series of sounds of bones colliding came from all over his body.
Feeling the surging energy within his body, Xiao Yan's mind stirred, and his Dou Qi rapidly rose, flowing into his meridians and penetrating his limbs and bones, instantly filling his entire body with powerful energy.
After a long while, Xiao Yan looked up at the sky, determined the direction, and then leaped away, quickly flying westward.
Now that the Fusang Flower matter is temporarily settled, he should now prepare to fulfill his promise for that year.
Meanwhile, in the Western Lin Region...
The hinterland of the Xilin Mountain Range.
"What did you say? Why would they come here? They've always treated us outsiders as nothing special. Now they've actually come looking for us? Humph, how ridiculous!"
His Leng Bingshuang face was frosty. Apart from Xiao Yan, he seemed never to have shown a kind expression to anyone. If there was any difference, it was only a deeper coldness or solemnity. As for a gentle smile, he had only shown it to Murong Qianqian.
At this moment, a middle-aged man stood solemnly before Leng Bingshuang Leng Bingshuang, his helpless gaze fixed on her. He knew her temperament, but the matter was of great importance, so he had to speak again.
"Miss Leng, I know you don't have a good impression of the clan, but this time they came in person to invite you, and even sent some representatives of high rank from the clan. They specifically asked to see you. If you don't go now, wouldn't you be slapping them in the face?"
"I'm already being lenient by not killing them. Are their faces so precious?"
Her tone Leng Bingshuang and indifferent. She was usually quite kind to the person in front of her, but today's incident and the latter's purpose made her quite dissatisfied.
"Can..."
"Go back and tell them directly that I don't want to see them, and they'd better not come looking for me. Otherwise, I won't show any kinship. When we treated them as our own, they never treated us like family. Now they want us to go back? It's too late!"
Interrupting the middle-aged man with a single word, Leng Bingshuang waved her sleeve, and a chilling aura suddenly rushed towards him, while his figure had already vanished.
"Go back and tell Murong Xun that if he dares to agree, I'll tear down his bird tent!"
A cold shout, like a thunderclap, resounded through the frigid world. At the same time, the middle-aged man's figure was enveloped by a gust of cold wind and sent out of the heart of Xilin.