At this mont, after a round of sorting, Zhou Fuqiu took out a jade pot flowing with treasure light.
It was precisely the most common kind of Ocean Swallowing Jar in the Immortal Cultivation World, specialized for storing liquid-type materials.
It was just that compared to the mass-produced goods outside, the material of this Ocean Swallowing Jar personally bestowed by his Master was incomparably superior. And what was stored inside it was also sothing countless people dread of.
Forming a Dao Law thod seal, Zhou Fuqiu casually guided it, and at once a strand of black, rcury-like fine stream gurgled out.
"Ming Shui!"
"And it’s even the highest High-Order Ming Water True Essence within Ming Shui!"
"It’s said that for the Eastern Wasteland Holy Land Dark Abyss Sect to refine a single drop of Ming Water True Essence, a Nascent Soul True Master must use Nascent Soul True Fire to constantly refine Ming Shui day and night for a hundred and eight days! The value of this whole jar that Master gave is far more than ten million Spirit Stones!"
Zhou Fuqiu, who had always been indifferent by nature and showed no extra courtesy to outsiders, couldn’t help feeling a warmth in his heart when he thought of his Master’s care for him.
He took a deep breath and steadied his mind.
Next, he planned to refine the Ming Water True Essence bit by bit into Qi Sea Floating Sky, to add power to this Technique!
But in this process, he had to maintain total focus from beginning to end, without the slightest negligence.
Ming Shui could defile a Cultivator’s Mana, and even their Golden Core and Nascent Soul.
If he was careless in the slightest, it would damage the foundation of his Dao Cultivation.
Zhou Fuqiu separated out a single drop of Ming Water True Essence, then unfolded Qi Sea Floating Sky. Instantly, strands of black airflow surged out from his body, tightly wrapping up the Ming Water True Essence.
Throughout this process, he was extrely cautious, afraid that sothing might go wrong.
Yet after only a mont, an expression of incredulity appeared on his face.
"It’s already been successfully refined?"
...
Three days later.
Within Tian Nan Dao Palace, four Magic Item Level Flying Boats slowly took off, circling above the Daoist Palace.
After that, streaks of human figures, riding on Glints, shot up into the sky from the four great halls and entered the Flying Boats.
Zhou Fuqiu was among them.
After boarding the Flying Boat, he greeted his second senior brother at the lead.
"I pay my respects to Second Senior Brother!"
The second senior brother was nad Fu Bin, and was said to be from Master Qing Lan’s own Clan.
Seeing Zhou Fuqiu, he imdiately smiled and nodded in greeting.
"Your room is that one in the middle, next to mine. If anything happens, just call for ."
Zhou Fuqiu responded with a soft "Mm," then after greeting the other senior brothers and sisters, he didn’t hesitate, leaping directly past the crowd and entering his room.
A mont later, an azure-blue Light Curtain completely enveloped the room.
Seeing this, Fu Bin couldn’t help but be taken aback.
Fifth Senior Sister, Eighth Senior Sister, and Seventh Senior Brother beside him also didn’t quite react in ti.
Why hide himself away so quickly?
Seventh Senior Brother frowned. "Little Junior Brother is a bit too diligent. Later we still have to assign squad affiliations and et the Golden Core Ascendant Masters of the other Three Halls. How can he just ignore all that?"
Fu Bin waved his hand. "Perhaps that is exactly the main reason Little Junior Brother managed to achieve Core Formation at a re forty years of age, far surpassing us diocre sorts!"
Seventh Senior Brother curled his lip, not agreeing.
Their Core Formation ages weren’t actually that high either, mostly between two and three hundred years old. In any Sect, they would be considered top-tier geniuses.
It was really that Little Junior Brother was too monstrous, not that they were diocre and incompetent.
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle the matters later. You all first form squads according to the nas on the list. As for Little Junior Brother, I’ll arrange him personally!"
With Fu Bin’s order, the junior brothers and sisters all responded in agreent.
On this expedition, Houtu Hall had dispatched a total of five Golden Core Ascendant Masters: Second Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Sister, Seventh Senior Brother, Eighth Senior Sister, as well as Zhou Fuqiu.
In addition, there were a hundred Foundation Establishnt True Cultivators accompanying the force.
The other Three Halls had roughly the sa configuration.
In this way, Tian Nan Dao Palace quickly ford an elite force with twenty Golden Cores and four hundred Foundation Establishnt True Cultivators. If all went as expected, this force would soon be投入 onto the East Sea battlefield at the East Sea shore, to slay demons and devils, guarding the Guardian Dao Sect!
Fu Bin stood at the prow of the boat, facing the outside Windstorm, a sowhat wistful look on his face.
If only it were the old Zhongzhou; Teleportation Formations were everywhere, and going to the East Sea shore would take only two or three teleportations, nowhere near as troubleso as now.
It was all that Demon Phoenix’s fault, for smashing Zhongzhou apart, causing most of the Teleportation Formations to practically shatter and collapse.
Now that the demon scourge had reappeared, it was truly a headache.
"Forget it, we’re rely following in the footsteps of our predecessors, making the journey once more. What the seniors before us could accomplish, we can accomplish as well!"
"Set off!"
...
From the mont he boarded the Earth Flying Boat, Zhou Fuqiu had imrsed himself in refining Ming Water True Essence.
He discovered that his speed in refining this stuff was actually even faster than with the White Crane Miasma!
Not only was it fast, but after refinent, controlling it was also exceptionally smooth and pleasing, as if directing his own arm.
Thus, he didn’t waste a single mont, day and night continuously refining Ming Water True Essence into Qi Sea Floating Sky.
And the power of this Technique was also rising, changing with each passing day.
In this manner, half a month later.
Zhou Fuqiu slowly opened his eyes.
Above his head was a dark, oppressive sky, ford from massive amounts of White Crane Miasma.
Beneath him, however, was a stretch of black liquid flowing and gurgling.
Qi Sea Floating Sky, black clouds pressing down on the city.
Still waters run deep, seeking to devour n!
With a single thought, Zhou Fuqiu beckoned outward, and a Sound Transmission Talisman flew in.
The Sound Transmission Talisman ignited without wind; Zhou Fuqiu’s brows arched slightly, Qi Sea Floating Sky instantly returning to his body. He rose to his feet and ca to the Flying Boat’s deck.
At this mont, the Cultivators on the deck had long since gathered, quietly waiting.
Zhou Fuqiu swept his gaze across and saw several familiar figures.
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