Li Yan swiftly withdrew his divine sense. Once it left the silver "water cloud," it returned completely to normal in barely three breaths.
This was only a tiny pinch of icy sand, yet recovering fully took over two breaths. How powerful would this silver 'water cloud' be if I used it to attack someone?
The key is finding a way to refine this silver sand. Otherwise, everything is just a pipe dream.
For a moment, Li Yan recalled firing blood-river flames from the Li Fire Mysterious Yellow Fan to wound his enemies, and a flicker of anticipation stirred in his heart.
Next, Li Yan turned his divine sense onto the silver sand itself. With a slight lift of his hand, a minute grain flew toward his finger and landed on his index finger.
Black light flashed over Li Yan's finger, but the grain remained unchanged. This was within his expectations; Donglin Tingyue had already explained as much.
Then Li Yan pressed his thumb against his index finger. After a tentative squeeze, he sensed how incredibly hard the grain between them was.
The next instant, he increased the pressure, directly employing seventy percent of his physical strength.
The moment that tremendous crushing force arose, the cold emanating from the grain surged and became violent.
But Li Yan did not stop increasing the pressure. By the time he reached ninety percent of his strength, silver light had appeared on both fingers, yet the grain still had not shattered.
The cold it released no longer increased, remaining at a fixed level, but it grew ever more violent.
Since there was only a single grain, however, that violent force was pitifully weak. Its violence was only relative.
At this point, Li Yan immediately relaxed his grip. His face showed neither joy nor sorrow, giving