The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 884: Refining the Spirit Spring

After a long moment, Jiang Biyi suddenly realized she was crying in a man's embrace. She quickly pushed Ling Feng away, her cheeks flushing red as she shot him a resentful glare.

Ling Feng could only shrug helplessly. This woman was notorious for flipping moods—no doubt she'd accuse him of taking advantage again.

But this time, Jiang Biyi surprisingly didn't throw a tantrum. Instead, she stared at Ling Feng with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Bad guy... earlier, did I...?"

"Did you what?" Ling Feng followed her gaze, noticing the faint tremor in her pupils.

"I felt like I... wasn't myself anymore. After putting on the ring, it was like this terrifying power took over. Then... I don't remember anything else."

"Nothing at all?" Ling Feng's eyelids twitched.

"Mm-hmm. I only remember wearing the ring, and then waking up here. Everything in between is blank. But..." She bit her lip, voice trembling. "It felt like I was trapped. No matter how hard I struggled or screamed, no one heard me."

"How could that be?" Seeing her pitiful expression, Ling Feng softened. He patted her head gently. "The truth is, after wearing the ring, you saved all of us. You defeated the Demonic Jiao Prince and held off the monster in the abyss. We owe you our lives."

"Really?"

Jiang Biyi's gem-like eyes widened in disbelief. She glanced at Wang Chuanjia, then noticed Bai Yuan's absence.

Wang Chuanjia sighed and nodded. "It's true. Without you, Miss Jiang, we'd have been doomed. It's just... poor Brother Bai Yuan..."

"So I really saved everyone?" Jiang Biyi murmured, lips pursed. "Then... that voice in my head wasn't lying?"

"What voice?" Ling Feng frowned.

"I don't know. Maybe it was just my instinct? It told me that wearing the ring would give me the power to protect everyone."

She looked at her right hand, then gasped. "Where's my ring?!"

"Here." Ling Feng handed her the Jade Void Ring but held it firmly. "Listen, Jiang Biyi. Unless it's life or death, don't wear this ring again. Your body can't handle that power. Use it too much, and you might... die!"

"Ah!"

Jiang Biyi paled, nodding vigorously. "Mm-hmm! I won't ever use it recklessly again!"

Ling Feng's stern expression didn't waver. In truth, he'd exaggerated the danger to scare her. The real issue was that the ring seemed to possess her. If she became that cold, ruthless version of herself permanently... would she still be Jiang Biyi?

"Alright. We've got the Lingxu Spring Water. Time to put it to use."

Helping Jiang Biyi up, Ling Feng glanced at the Despicable Donkey. The group soon left the Abyss of Death behind.

Before long, they found a secluded spot. With Despicable Donkey setting up a barrier, Ling Feng prepared for his breakthrough—using the spring to surpass the legendary Hundred Meridians Limit.

After some thought, he portioned out some spring water for Jiang Biyi. "This is your share."

"Hehe, I won't say no."

Back to her mischievous self, Jiang Biyi snatched the vial and blew Ling Feng a playful kiss.

Ling Feng shook his head. This little witch sure isn't afraid to love and hate without holding back.

Ignoring her antics, he dug a large pit at the valley's center and poured in the Lingxu Spring. His storage ring glowed as water gushed out, filling the pit completely.

Instantly, bone-chilling cold permeated the air. Jiang Biyi's body emitted a green glow to resist it, while Wang Chuanjia staggered back, teeth chattering. Even Despicable Donkey—a demon emperor—shivered violently.

"Everyone, retreat beyond a hundred zhang. Despicable Donkey, guard me. No disturbances during my seclusion."

Ling Feng's tone left no room for argument. If he failed to break through now, he might never get another chance.

"Tch. Save some for this divine beast, brat!"

Despicable Donkey drooled at the clear water. Compared to the tainted energy of Blood Soul Pearls, this pure soul essence source was a hundred times better. Still, he knew better than to demand half—this was Ling Feng's key to power.

Shaking his head, Ling Feng waited until the others had withdrawn. Then, stripping to his waist, he plunged into the spring.

Pain.

The cold qi like knives, freezing his body instantly. Frost spread across his skin, and within moments, he was encased in ice. The surrounding fifty zhang froze over, mirroring the deathly cavern in the abyss. Even airborne moisture crystallized into icy flowers.

This was madness. Normal cultivators refined the spring drop by drop. Bathing in it? Suicide.

But Ling Feng had no time to waste. This was the fastest way—survive or perish.

Ten breaths later, he was a statue of ice.

Yet within the frozen shell, something extraordinary happened. The spring's water began spiraling around him, forming vortexes as Ling Feng absorbed its energy recklessly.

Thanks to the Art of Devouring Flame, he didn't fear freezing to death—as long as his source true fire burned, he'd endure.

The spring's violent spiritual energy split into two streams: one surged toward his dantian, the other shot straight to his spiritual consciousness sea.

BOOM!

A psychic explosion rocked his spiritual consciousness. The ice encasing him cracked audibly as his skull throbbed. He nearly vomited blood from the backlash.

Such terrifying power from the soul essence source...

Gritting his teeth, Ling Feng steadied his breathing and continued absorbing.