Wei Qian thought for a moment and looked up to see Fang Heng staring at him. He couldn’t help but ask, "Hmm? What is it? Do you have a new idea?"

"Then let’s change the approach," Fang Heng said. "The origin of the Crimson Feather is connected to hell’s power. Just let it absorb hell’s power."

"Ah..."

Wei Qian again unconsciously placed his hand on the back of his head, scratching it.

Isn’t that the same thing?

Energy bodies in the Source of the Void were extremely rare. Could it be that there were more energy bodies in hell?

"Do you have hell energy bodies?"

"Yes."

"But Fang Heng, to control hell energy, we first need to find a martial artist skilled in high-level Hell Studies. The Crimson Feather won’t fully awaken for another forty-eight hours at most. Time is too short, and martial artists capable of mastering Hell Studies are extremely rare. It will be difficult."

Fang Heng looked at Wei Qian.

"Hm? What?"

"Could it be possible... that I am that martial artist skilled in Hell Studies?"

"Ah?"

Wei Qian looked Fang Heng up and down several times, a hint of envy in his eyes. "Fang Heng, you actually know Hell Studies? That’s an extremely rare academic skill. In that case, we can give it a try, but you must be careful."

"Mm, let’s step back a little."

"Alright."

Wei Qian said as he moved with Fang Heng toward the edge of the cavern, leaving Fang Heng plenty of space to operate.

The tactic Fang Heng suggested required not only a caster skilled in high-level Hell Studies but also the provision of hell energy bodies.

Wei Qian was curious where Fang Heng had obtained the hell energy bodies.

Fang Heng condensed his hands in front of him, forming an imprint, and five phantom magic arrays quickly appeared around his body.

The magic arrays slowly condensed and rotated, faint black fog seeping out from them.

Fang Heng did not rush. Standing in the center of the magic arrays, he formed another imprint with his hands and injected his mental strength into the arrays, trying to shorten the summoning time of the game’s Pillars of Black Fog.

The void realm had never been subjected to the conversion of the game’s black fog, so summoning it was difficult. It would take some time to reach the required fog density.

Seeing the black fog seeping from the arrays, Wei Qian thoughtfully looked up and asked, "Fang Heng, do you need help?"

"You can help?" Fang Heng asked, somewhat surprised, and nodded. "You can try."

"Alright."

Wei Qian nodded and, like Fang Heng, formed an imprint with his hands.

Fang Heng felt a jolt in his mind.

Remote control of the magic arrays!

How was he doing that?

"Whoosh!"

The magic arrays’ rotation began to accelerate.

The black fog’s aura surged faster from the arrays, and the Pillars of Black Fog began to rise more quickly.

Huh?

Fang Heng was surprised.

In addition to injecting mental strength, Wei Qian seemed to use some special ritual to increase the rate at which the alchemy magic arrays released black fog.

Fang Heng could not understand it at all.

But he could sense abnormal ripples forming in the space around the alchemy arrays.

Was it related to spatial science?

The speed of the black fog outflow increased more than tenfold.

Fang Heng grew even more curious about Wei Qian.

For now, it didn’t matter.

At least with Wei Qian’s help, the black fog quickly reached the minimum concentration required.

They could proceed to the next step.

Fang Heng took several stone slabs from his backpack and moved to an empty area, placing them on the ground and pressing his hands against them.

"Whoosh...!"

The magic arrays spun rapidly, and alchemy patterns spread outward from the slabs across the empty ground.

Even with Wei Qian’s help, completing the summoning of the five Pillars of Black Fog took more than ten minutes.

The five pillars began to spread black fog outward.

The black fog quickly gathered over the Abe Akaya summoning arrays.

As the arrays rotated, vines of Abe Akaya emerged from the center, crawling outward to probe the void realm’s conditions.

Abe Akaya’s tolerance for the void realm environment was average.

Once it realized the void realm posed no threat, it boldly expanded, crawling along rock walls and the ceiling.

After summoning the Pillars of Black Fog, Wei Qian stepped back. Seeing Fang Heng’s Abe Akaya vines, his eyes shone with admiration and curiosity.

He had never seen Abe Akaya before.

This plant’s vitality was terrifying and possessed both hell and natural attributes.

"Chi, chi chi!"

The Abe Akaya vines quickly bypassed the Origin Orb and crawled toward the part of the Source of the Void corrupted by the Crimson Feather, flowing into a silver pool below.

"Gulp, gulp..."

Bubbles immediately rose from the pool.

Hell power flowed through the Abe Akaya vines into the pool.

Wei Qian watched Abe Akaya closely, eyes wide, face full of astonishment.

If he had been surprised seeing Abe Akaya before, now he was shocked.

More than that, he felt envy.

He witnessed the conversion of energy on Abe Akaya!

Hell attributes perfectly converted into natural attributes!

The Soul clan’s racial talent was extreme, allowing them to quickly master all academic disciplines. Wei Qian was the most outstanding among them.

Perhaps because their academic talent was so terrifying, the creator had placed a shackle on them.

His clan had tried all their lives but could never fully master Godly, Hell, or Undead disciplines.

Yet today, he saw a creature capable of rapidly converting natural energy into hell energy.

The Crimson Feather sensed the external hell power infusing into the Source of the Void through the vines. Its instincts immediately greedily absorbed the incoming hell power.

"Heh... interesting," Fang Heng murmured with a faint smile.

The Crimson Feather had taken the bait.

However, the amount of hell power it absorbed was far greater than anticipated.

This meant the fusion creature of the Crimson Feather was extremely powerful.

Good.

Let it absorb more!

Fang Heng continued to control Abe Akaya. The natural energy stored inside was rapidly converted into hell power, crazily infused into the Source of the Void.

As the Crimson Feather absorbed more and more hell power, its original fusion form began to change again, and its evolution slowed.

Enough.

Fang Heng condensed his hands again, forming an imprint.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the hell power the Crimson Feather had absorbed was converted into natural energy.

"Plop, plop, plop!"

The Crimson Feather had clearly never experienced this anomaly. The converted natural energy instantly disrupted its internal balance. Its heart pounded violently.

Within seconds, the silver pillar of light in the Source of the Void flickered, continuously emitting unstable red light, though the red threads on the pillar had completely disappeared.

Fang Heng secretly smirked.

Just as he expected.

The Crimson Feather had not yet completed its consciousness evolution. It had no idea what had happened. Its instincts caused it to halt fusion, retracing its actions and expelling the absorbed power.

The fusion evolution temporarily regressed.

The life form in the process of fusion was temporarily separated from the power of the Source of the Void.