The Yin Yang Millstone was indeed the perfect solution to Fang Xing's tormented soul problem.
As the tormented soul shared the same origin as Fang Xing, it was difficult to refine it. Even the Luminous Cold Jade could only suppress it. If it were to be forcefully resolved, it might cause great damage to Fang Xing's true spirit while dissolving the tormented soul. If it were light, his Dao Foundation would shatter and he would lose all his cultivation. If it were heavy, his true spirit would vanish into thin air, which was equivalent to his death.
However, the mystique that Old Monster Wan Luo gave him was different. It did not suppress the tormented soul, nor did it dissolve it. Instead, it used it.
The power of the tormented soul was Yin, while the power of Fang Xing's true spirit was Yang. When the two were combined, it would be Yin and Yang from the same origin.
By controlling the power of the tormented soul for his own use, Yin and Yang would be reversed, complementing and restraining each other. Then, he would be able to use this great mystique with unfathomable power.
"Are you sure?"
In the depths of the Wan Luo Manor, in the formation that Old Monster Wan Luo had personally set up, Fang Xing sat with his legs crossed. He was surrounded by bronze lamps that emitted torch-like flames, while Old Monster Wan Luo stood outside the formation and looked at him sternly.
"I'm sure!"
Fang Xing nodded with a resolute look on his face.
Old Monster Wan Luo sighed and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this mystique is really..."
Fang Xing sighed and said, "You've already said it a few hundred times..."
Old Monster Wan Luo was speechless. He said angrily, "Then let's begin!"
With that, he waved his hand and activated the formation. At the same time, Fang Xing closed his eyes.
At this moment, he had already sunk into his Sea of Knowledge and was hovering in the air. His eyes were sharp as he looked at his Dao foundation. The Dao foundation was in his Sea of Knowledge, rooted in the ground and stabilized the void. It was the foundation of his Sea of Knowledge and the source of his cultivation. However, under the Dao foundation, black smoke was rolling and overflowing. It seemed that his Dao foundation had become a seal that was suppressing a heaven-reaching evil spirit.
"You've figured it out?"
Fang Xing looked at the Dao Foundation. It was suppressing the tormented soul that had troubled him for a long time.
Xiao Shanhe had used a part of his Real Spirit to refine it into a Tormented Spirit. The Tormented Spirit had grown stronger as his cultivation increased. When he was building his Foundation, it had been affected by the Tao Tribulation and tainted his Taoist foundation, which was equivalent to another increase in power. At this moment, it was many times more powerful than it had been in the beginning. It threatened Fang Xing like a sword hanging over his head.
It was all thanks to the Emerald Cloud Sect's Sect Leader, Chen Xuanhua's seal and the Ice Tune Palace's Luminous Frosty Jade that Fang Xing was able to suppress it until now. Otherwise, if the tormented soul were to wreak havoc, Fang Xing would have fallen into eternal damnation because of it.
But at this time, Fang Xing was immersed in his thoughts for a long time. Suddenly, his gaze turned fierce. With a loud shout, the True Spirit Incarnation attached itself to the Dao Pagoda. The Dao Pagoda rotated with the True Spirit and moved about an inch, releasing the tormented spirit …
"Roar …"
With an irrational and extremely crazy roar, a black shadow accompanied by rolling black smoke rushed into the sea of consciousness like a ten-thousand-year-old demon. In the black smoke, a strange human figure with three heads and six arms could be vaguely seen. As he stretched his body, the black smoke filled the entire sea of consciousness in an instant. This power seemed to be ten times stronger than Fang Xing's Real Spirit.
"Boom …"
The tormented soul did not say anything. It had no spiritual consciousness. Although it originated from Fang Xing's true spirit, it had been refined by the Curse Technique. It was born with only one purpose, which was to devour the true body and destroy its origin. Therefore, after it escaped, it just calmed down in the air and restrained its murderous aura. Then, it swooped down on Fang Xing, bringing with it a terrifying aura of destruction that flooded the Sea of Consciousness.
"You are Young Master's greatest hidden danger. But today, Young Master will turn you into my strongest support …"
Fang Xing let out a roar and charged towards the tormented soul from the bottom up.
Rumble!
Fang Xing's True Spirit Energy was dazzling like golden flames, and there were strands of purple gas mixed within it, causing it to seem sacred and mighty. When it collided with the black True Spirit, a berserk energy instantly filled his entire sea of consciousness ….
"Pfft …"
In the outside world, Fang Xing's expression changed and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The battle between the true spirit and the tormented soul in the Sea of Consciousness was equivalent to a critical moment of Qi deviation. It had damaged his meridians.
Old Freak Wan Luo's expression was solemn. He had already prepared a dark red pill in the Pill Furnace and stimulated the medicinal power. Wisps of the medicinal power seeped into the Spirit Array and entered Fang Xing's body through the Spirit Array to heal his injuries.
"Brat, get through this. If you can get through this, you'll have taken the first step, and it's also the most important step …"
Old Freak Wan Luo's eyes flickered as he looked at Fang Xing anxiously.
In the Sea of Consciousness, Fang Xing did not use the Samadhi True Fire. He only used the power of the true spirit to fight the tormented soul. In order to cultivate the Great Yin Yang Millstone and completely solve the problem of the tormented soul, he could only use his own strength to suppress the tormented soul. Then, according to the method taught to him by Old Freak Wan Luo, he would imprint his true spirit into the tormented soul.
In this way, he would be able to turn the tormented soul into his avatar and borrow its power.
Through these two energies, Fang Xing would be able to cultivate the Divine Ability, the Yin Yang Grindstone, and it would possess unfathomable might.
It was precisely because he wanted to subdue the tormented spirit and not suppress or dissolve it that he could not enter the Dao Enlightenment Courtyard. Instead, he had to release the tormented spirit's power. This was because the aura of the Luminous Chilling Jade in the Dao Enlightenment Courtyard suppressed the tormented spirit, causing the tormented spirit's power to shrink. This made it difficult for Fang Xing to imprint his True Spirit into its body.
This was the most difficult step, but also the most important one.
The tormented soul was born to devour the body, so it was stronger than the body. Moreover, the tormented soul restrained the body's true spirit energy. In other words, it was almost impossible for the true spirit to suppress the tormented soul, just like how a mouse had no hope of eating a cat. But now, Fang Xing was determined to be a mouse that wanted to eat the cat. He bared his sharp teeth and fought fiercely with the evil cat.
Gradually, he fell into a disadvantageous position and suffered serious injuries.
His True Spirit Power was quickly consumed, and his True Spirit was also a little dim. It was not only because his True Spirit Power was restrained by the Tormented Spirit, but also because the fierce battle in his Sea of Consciousness was equivalent to fighting inside his body. If his Sea of Consciousness was damaged, it would have a backlash on his True Spirit. As a result, his True Spirit would become weaker and weaker, and the Tormented Spirit would become stronger and stronger after converting his True Spirit Power …
At this time, thirteen of the nineteen bronze candles around him had been extinguished.
These nineteen bronze candles were connected to his true spirit. When his true spirit was refined, the bronze candles would be completely extinguished.
At that time, it would mean that Fang Xing's cultivation had completely failed, and he would die.
"Pfft pfft pfft..."
Another three candles were extinguished, and Old Weirdo Wan Luo's expression became tense.
"Is he going to fail?"
He muttered to himself, his lips trembling slightly. He seemed to be more anxious than Fang Xing in the Sea of Consciousness.
If Fang Xing failed, it would mean that Old Weirdo Wan Luo's idea had failed. This was a technique that he did not have the chance to verify in the past. Now, after his improvement, it had become stronger and more complicated. He passed this mystique to Fang Xing because he treated Fang Xing as himself when he was younger. He wanted to verify whether his idea was correct or not through Fang Xing.
At the same time, he also wanted to see through Fang Xing to see just how strong this mystique would be once it was cultivated.
However, if it failed, then he would fail as well.
This was because to him, it would mean that his' reason 'had failed.
The principle of this mystique was that 'humans' could defeat 'demons'.
The true spirit was the manifestation of a human's reason, and it was a real human. The tormented souls, on the other hand, had lost their consciousness. They were crazy, crazy, and bloodthirsty, and they were 'demons'. Usually, demons were stronger than humans, but Old Weirdo Wan Luo believed that humans could defeat demons.
This was because demons had reached a dead end, but humans had many possibilities.
In this world, there were people who used demons to obtain great power, but Old Weirdo Wan Luo firmly believed that it was a dead end.
"Kid, don't let me down..."
Another candle beside Fang Xing was extinguished. Old Weirdo Wan Luo's gaze became solemn, and he shouted in his heart, and even... prayed!
"I won't lose..."
At this time, Fang Xing was completely suppressed by the tormented souls, but he gritted his teeth and laughed.
"That old b * stard Wan Luo said that your strength will always be above mine, and I'll never be your match with my strength..."
"He also said that facing you, I'm like a mouse meeting a cat..."
"But I don't believe it. I was born to be a tiger. You're just a little cat, and you want to defeat me?"
"Your strength is dead, but I... I don't even know how strong I am when I'm strong..."
At the end of his roar, Fang Xing suddenly let out a roar. Since he was completely suppressed, not only did he not think about defending himself, but he also used all his strength to charge towards the tormented souls. Facing the tormented souls that were like a sea of smoke, the golden true spirit with a hint of purple in it was like a sharp arrow that pierced into the center of the sea of black smoke, and the arrowhead was Fang Xing's true spirit.
"Pfft pfft..."
At this time, in the outside world, the two remaining candles around Fang Xing were extinguished and disappeared.
Patriarch Wan Luo's jaw dropped, and after a long moment passed, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Did I lose?"
Old Weirdo Wan Luo muttered to himself.
At the same time, Fang Xing's true spirit in his sea of consciousness asked in a low voice, "Did I win?"
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