Looking at the transforming blue feather, Zhang Ling felt as if he were facing a savage beast. The feather trembled slightly, emitting a strange, clear cry, like that of some kind of bird.
The blue feather flashed and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the Refining God Diagram.
Not good.
Zhang Ling was somewhat surprised, but he didn't just stand by and watch. He quickly cast a spell on the Refining God Diagram, causing it to roll up into a scroll. A large, yellow hand grabbed the Refining God Diagram.
The blue feather missed its target and seemed to become enraged. It let out another soft cry, spun around in the air, and then flew towards Ding Ruozhao's physical body.
He snorted coldly, making no extra movements, only a slight adjustment of his thoughts.
Just as the blue feather was about to merge into Ding Ruozhao's body, the temperature beside the wooden barrel plummeted, and a cloud of ice mist appeared, instantly trapping the blue feather within it.
The blue feather, possessing a certain sentience, darted left and right, trying to escape the ice mist, but the ice mist gradually contracted, and in an instant, it turned into a giant block of ice, sealing the feather inside.
Then, a pitch-black palm suddenly gripped the giant ice block, and a tall, dark-faced man appeared, it was the Black Tortoise controlled by his second soul.
Zhang Ling chuckled and began to examine the ice-sealed blue feather.
But then he discovered that the ice-sealed blue feather was still full of spirituality, constantly trembling and emitting wisps of spiritual light. Cracks appeared on the surface of the sealing ice, showing signs of breaking open.
What exactly is this thing? Zhang Ling was greatly puzzled.
He didn't expect that his earlier feeling was correct. The feather spirit patterns on Ding Ruozhao's body were indeed related to the strange spiritual bone in his hand.
Now that the spirit patterns and the spiritual bone had merged together and transformed into a feather, such a strange thing was happening before his eyes, making him feel somewhat unreal.
Seeing the feather about to break out of the ice, the Black Tortoise opened its mouth and spat out another stream of pitch-black cold air, instantly turning the entire ice block into a block of black ice. The blue feather immediately stopped shaking, curled up into a feather ball, and was thoroughly sealed.
This cold air was the Ice Soul Poison, refined by the Black Tortoise using a secret method. It contained powerful cold poison that would be difficult for even a Nascent Soul cultivator to endure if attacked by it.
Zhang Ling then unfurled the Refining God Diagram again, pulling out Ding Ruozhao's soul from within and carefully examining it. The feather spirit patterns that had tainted Ding Ruozhao's soul were gone without a trace, seemingly completely disappeared.
He couldn't help but rejoice and quickly sent Ding Ruozhao's soul back into her body. He also smoothed out the spiritual energy within her body, but at the same time, he discovered that strange feather spirit patterns had reappeared on her back, although they were much fainter than before.
Zhang Ling's mood sank again. It seemed that these spirit patterns were not as simple as he thought and had not completely left her soul. Ding Ruozhao naturally did not wake up.
He smiled wryly and focused his gaze on the blue feather, constantly observing it with his divine sense, wanting to see clearly what exactly it was.
This feather's spirituality is so high, it is definitely not an ordinary spiritual object. Perhaps some Yin spirit or evil is residing within it.
Then he was surprised again. His divine sense was bounced back as soon as it landed on the blue feather. This strange thing also had the ability to isolate divine sense.
Zhang Ling immediately mobilized all of his divine sense power, but it was still bounced back, unable to penetrate even a little. The blue feather emitted a faint blue spiritual light, which seemed to be the layer of spiritual light that blocked the exploration of divine sense.
This situation made Zhang Ling's face look ugly. He flipped his hand and took out the Bronze Ancient Lamp, intending to use this strange treasure to examine it again.
He refused to believe that a feather could block his divine sense.
As essence blood ignited the Bronze Ancient Lamp, Zhang Ling's divine sense greatly increased.
Originally, his divine sense was stronger than that of ordinary cultivators of the same rank. With the help of this treasure, it suddenly increased by more than double. It was estimated that his current divine sense strength definitely exceeded the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and could even be comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul Grand cultivator.
Sure enough, under the examination of such a powerful divine sense power, he broke through the blue spiritual light on the feather and saw some of the situation clearly.
At this moment, the feather in the ice was in a curled state, and the fluff on it could be seen clearly under the exploration of divine sense. Some bizarre spirit patterns that were difficult to see with the naked eye were actually appearing on the entire feather. These were the feather spirit patterns that had previously tainted Ding Ruozhao's soul, but they were extremely tiny and were still rapidly moving and changing.
Suddenly, Zhang Ling sensed a faint divine sense fluctuation coming from the spirit patterns, and his face suddenly changed.
These spirit patterns actually possessed consciousness, and were not simply transformed from spiritual power. Anything with divine sense fluctuations was a characteristic of living beings. In other words, these spirit patterns possessed independent consciousness and were a kind of consciousness body.
Independent consciousness was a characteristic of the manifestation of a living being's Nascent Soul. Could it be that these spirit patterns were really transformed from some evil spirit or ghost? Zhang Ling was a little horrified.
What shocked him was not the spirit pattern form of independent consciousness change. Instead, he was shocked that the divine sense fluctuation of the spirit patterns on the feather was hidden so deeply. With his Nascent Soul stage divine sense induction, and with the assistance of the Bronze Ancient Lamp, he could barely sense the divine sense fluctuation.
This feather is definitely not an ordinary thing.
Zhang Ling was thinking this in his heart when suddenly, some changes occurred on the feather again. The spirit patterns quickly entangled together, manifesting a phantom of a strange large bird, and a clear bird cry entered his brain.
Zhang Ling only felt that his divine sense seemed to have been hit hard, and his face immediately turned paler. A part of his divine sense that had invaded the feather was cut off by something, causing him to instantly lose some divine sense power.
At the same time, the sound of cracking ice entered his ears again, and several cracks appeared on the black profound ice that sealed the feather. The Black Tortoise, which was holding the ice block, quickly spewed out a large piece of black ice mist, wrapping the ice block in circles, forming several layers of solid ice.
Zhang Ling coughed a few times and rubbed his head before he came back to his senses. At this moment, his head was a little stinging, as if he had been hit with a heavy hammer, which was the damage caused by the loss of some divine sense power.
It was like being attacked by a soul-breaking sound.
Just now, his divine sense sensed that a phantom of a giant bird had appeared on the feather. Could it be that this feather was hiding the demon soul of a certain demon bird?
Zhang Ling looked at the blue feather and thought for a moment. He opened his mouth and spat out a ball of yellow mist, which turned into a yellow flame, directly wrapping the ice block and burning it.
This was the Nascent Soul Fire condensed in his body. He intended to use fire to directly refine this feather, regardless of whether there was really some Yin evil ghost or some remnant soul demon spirit residing in it, it was better to directly eliminate it to prevent any future troubles.
