Chapter 1348: Chapter 1447: Filled with Cold Light

"Qin Feng, that Demon really is more likely than me to obtain the Creation spirit body." Zhai Zun looked at the old man in front of him and shouted, "It was Qin Feng, right?"

"I don’t have to tell you." The white‑robed old man remained indifferent. "All right, stop wasting time. You still have a chance to live—learn a low‑Level Divine Skill."

"I can only accept a low‑Level Divine Skill of Divine Level! In that case I don’t want it." Zhai Zun’s eyes were filled with cold light.

"You don’t want it?" The old man in white clothes frowned.

"Yes. I’m leaving the ruins of Skyfire right now." Zhai Zuo said.

"Then don’t regret it." The white‑robed old man said, "Low‑Level Divine Skills at Divine Level are something others can’t learn at all."

"I don’t need it." Zhai Zun said calmly. He had previously practiced several low‑level Divine Arts; even the strongest among them were only at the middle level. Most importantly, he knew how many trump cards Qin Feng had.

"Hmph, no matter how defiant Qin Feng is, this is only a small Virtual Meta environment. I can kill you with any finger. If you can seize every opportunity, a low‑Level Holy Skill? Even a hundred lower Holy Skills would be enough."

"In that case, I’ll take you out." The old man in white clothes nodded.

In another corridor area,

"If your performance is mediocre, you can obtain a middle Holy Level skill." The old man in white clothes said to Yin Xia.

"Thank you."

Yin Xia’s attitude was extremely respectful. He had only a single spiritual body, and he had already been mentally prepared before obtaining it.

Sima Mo also looked at the avatar of the white‑robed old man before him, his face ugly: "As expected, the creator’s Spiritual Body wasn’t given to me! The one most likely to get it is Zhai Zun. He’s my greatest opponent, but I still have a chance!"

"As long as I kill Zhai Zun and seize the Creation Spiritual Body!"

"How about a breakthrough in strength?"

"On the Chain Bridge, many of the trump cards beneath me were basically useless. If I use my true trump card, even Guiyuan, that Level‑Eight Master, will die..." Zhai Zun’s eyes were full of madness. "Kill Zhai Zun’s true body and seize the Creation spirit."

"Come with me." The old man in white clothes said.

"I don’t want a Holy Level top skill. I want to stay in the relics of fire right now." Sima Mo said directly.

"You’re giving up the artifact and leaving now?" The old man in white clothes was very surprised.

"Yes." Silicon Magnesium Layer Mo nodded. He didn’t care whether this was a Holy Skill or not.

"As you wish." The old man in white clothes nodded.

Qin Feng calmly and curiously followed behind the white‑robed old man in front. The white‑robed elder walked along the corridor. Before long, a huge arched Stone Gate appeared before him. The Stone Gate was very much like the one he had imagined; it was the Stone Gate he had met there. He walked up to the chest in front of it and looked at the Crystal Ball, which glowed with a dim white light. Looking closely, he could see that the Crystal Ball was divided into two parts. Qin Feng reached out and grabbed it, exerting a bit of strength. Crack, crack, the upper and lower halves could rotate and twist open. Once twisted open, the two halves could truly separate.

At the moment of separation—

"Boom!"

A soul aura that surpassed Qin Feng’s imagination suddenly struck Qin Feng’s Spirit, slamming into Qin Feng’s soul.

Swirl.

Qin Feng’s face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn’t help but take a step back. The two Crystal Balls in his hands also fell to the ground with a clatter. However, the slowly flowing liquid inside one of the Crystal Balls was floating in midair. In truth, that slowly flowing liquid was a fist‑sized drop of Golden liquid shot through with blood‑colored light. It rotated in midair, releasing an unbelievably terrifying soul aura.

After a long time, the intense soul aura gradually converged, and Qin Feng slowly recovered.

"The Creation spiritual body contains tremendous Soul Power." As soon as Qin Feng regained clarity, he couldn’t help being shocked.

"If the soul isn’t powerful enough, how can one create an independent body?" The old man in white clothes smiled and said, "You must understand, the separated body of flesh also has soul and consciousness, just like another living person."

"This is incredible. I can’t even imagine how your Master lived." Qin Feng sighed again.

However, the white‑robed old man said proudly, "This is only the most basic Avatar. It can only copy one type of your power, and its soul consciousness isn’t truly independent. If it were an Avatar of the highest level, that would be terrifying. But there’s no way you can obtain a top level Avatar."

"What do you mean by that?" Qin Feng couldn’t help looking at the white‑robed old man.

"Human power is divided into Physical Strength, spiritual power, and functional systems. This Avatar can only copy one type of your power—whether Spirit, body, or Sword Dao. Its soul consciousness is also very weak. Simply put, it’s very dull. It will only mechanically and absolutely obey your orders, with very little emotional fluctuation, such as joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness."

"Isn’t that just a loveless puppet?" Qin Feng was stunned.

"It’s far better than a puppet. Puppets have no emotions at all. It still has some emotional fluctuation. After all, this is your separated self, even if it’s only the lowest separation." The old man in white clothes said with a smile.

"Then the preciousness of this artificially separated body will be greatly reduced." Qin Feng rubbed his nose.

It can only copy one type of power. I’m afraid its Combat Power is not even comparable to two‑thirds of my own. Having no weaknesses is its advantage. However, with its emotions and thoughts so mechanical that it can’t adapt to its environment, the limitations will be great.

"This is already precious enough. If your power is raised to the Holy Land, and there’s another Holy Land at your side, even if it only has one type of power, it would still be terrifying." But the old man in white clothes said, "If you want something more precious, you can start over again when your power becomes stronger and more divine."

"Fine." Qin Feng rubbed his nose. This was still better than nothing. Having something is better than having nothing.

"Remember, this Avatar will improve along with your cultivation, so you must let it copy your power in whichever aspect—speed or strength—you want perfected."

The white‑robed old man waved his hand, and the two Crystal Balls on the ground flew into his hand. He used the Crystal Balls to store the creator’s Spiritual Body, twisting and locking it again. Immediately, the terrifying soul aura completely disappeared. At the same time, he tossed the Crystal Ball from his hand; the Crystal Ball streaked with flowing light and flew toward Qin Feng.

Qin Feng reached out and caught it.

"You cannot use it until you decide which power you want it to perfect—Physical Strength or Sword Dao—because once you’ve chosen, you can’t change it."

"I understand." Qin Feng nodded and put the Creation spirit body into his spatial ring.

Sword Dao?

Sword Dao was his forte, but with a Sword Dao expert like him already here, the Avatar’s help would be very limited.

Physical Strength and Spiritual Power?

That didn’t seem ideal either.

For the moment, Qin Feng didn’t know what to choose. Fortunately, he wasn’t in a hurry.

"Master, the mist here is just like the cultivation power in my body. Can I cultivate here for a while?" Qin Feng asked.

"Why not?" The old man in white clothes said with a smile.

"Thank you!"

A smile appeared on Qin Feng’s face.

Back at the first collision, Qin Feng had already discovered that the dense mist here was very close to the power of True Martial Spirit. Perhaps it was also because the most powerful one here had achieved tremendous accomplishments on the Sky‑reaching Path, and his power was similar to Qin Feng’s.

At that time, Qin Feng had wanted to cultivate here properly, but to save Lan Yueliang, there had been no time.

This time, in this Mist Sea, the power of the mist was at least ten times stronger than his own.