At the bottom of the canyon.

All around, the fierce winds incessantly assaulted.

Even if it was Xiao Yi’s Purple Flame Wandering Dragon unleashed, it could barely hold them back.

Without resisting these sharp winds, even a strong Saint Emperor Realm fighter would be unable to endure long at the bottom of the canyon.

Yet now, in this canyon, there were two things that ignored these sharp winds. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

One was the Fog Demon, the other, the Wind Saint Pot.

The Wind Saint Pot was originally just a Low Grade Holy Device.

Logically speaking, even the Mid-grade Holy Artifact Cold Flame Sword would tremble when resisting these fierce winds; a Low Grade Holy Device should not be able to withstand these winds for long.

But it must be noted, inside the Wind Saint Pot, there was a Wind Evil.

The Wind Evil was the strongest wind in the world.

Like the most powerful flame among fires.

Especially this Wind Evil, before it formed, it was nurtured by a thousand types of wind attribute powers.

At the time, I compared it to my few powerful flames in terms of rank, this Wind Evil was by no means inferior.

However, I do not follow the Wind Dao, so I never used this Wind Evil.

Now, the Wind Evil inside the Wind Saint Pot, in terms of strength and power, is far inferior to the sharp winds around.

Each of these sharp winds has power no less than a full-force strike from a mid-stage Saint Emperor Realm martial artist.

But in terms of rank, this Wind Evil is far superior.

The suppression in rank is the reason the Wind Saint Pot can absorb the power of the fierce winds here.

Or to put it more simply, it is the Wind Evil carrying and absorbing these fierce wind powers.

As for the Fog Demon.

The Fog Demon ’resided’ within the Wind Saint Pot, already imbued with a significant amount of Wind Evil power.

Plus, it is inherently an intangible being, making these fierce winds unable to harm it.

Thus, the Fog Demon at this moment, regardless of the assault by the fierce winds, made no movement, only continuously absorbing.

After two hours.

The Fog Demon’s body suddenly became more solid, yet also more intangible.

Solidness and intangibility, these two completely opposite attributes, simultaneously appeared on the Fog Demon without the slightest conflict.

The so-called solid is the Fog Demon’s cloud-like, mist-like body becoming solid.

No, or to put it accurately, its cloud-like, mist-like body, its rank is rising, it is growing.

It’s a kind of qualitative improvement.

"Cloud Evil? Fog Evil?" Xiao Yi watched the Fog Demon’s transformation with interest.

However, he had not heard of Cloud Evil and Fog Evil.

The most powerful and extreme cloud, what is it? Like the potential cloud of the Cloud Abyss Sword?

Xiao Yi didn’t know, but for the Fog Demon, this was a good thing.

And as for the so-called intangibility, it is the current Fog Demon, after absorbing a large amount of fierce wind power, emitting an aura increasingly closer to the intangibility of the wind.

Wind and clouds are inherently linked, the Fog Demon, which constantly leaps between wind and clouds, where will it ultimately grow to, Xiao Yi also looked forward to it.

After another two hours.

The Fog Demon was still growing, occasionally turning its head to glance at Xiao Yi, murmuring ’Master’.

"No need to look at me." Xiao Yi smiled faintly.

"Return when you have absorbed enough."

After saying this, Xiao Yi glanced at the Wind Saint Pot, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

On the Wind Saint Pot, at some point, a subtle crack appeared on the body of the pot.

"The Wind Saint Pot’s rank is too low, and it is about to be unable to withstand it." Xiao Yi saw the problem at a glance.

The Wind Evil’s rank is far above the fierce winds here.

But the rank of the Wind Saint Pot is merely a low-grade holy device.

Even with the presence of the Wind Evil suppressing the power of the fierce winds, the Wind Saint Pot ultimately cannot support it for long.

Xiao Yi squinted his eyes a bit.

"It’s only been absorbing for a few hours, it can’t stop so soon."

Xiao Yi chuckled, a flame released from his hand.

At the same time, in the Universe Ring, one by one, low-grade saint devices were continuously thrown towards the Wind Saint Pot and into the flame.

These may be low-grade saint devices.

But with Xiao Yi’s current power, plus the high-temperature effect of the Purple Crystal Spirit Flame destroying everything, melting and burning them was not difficult.

Indeed, Xiao Yi was refining artifacts.

However, observing his current technique, it seemed more akin to alchemy.

Just like extracting heavenly materials and earthly treasures, melting down these low-grade saint devices, refining them along with the Wind Saint Pot.

In fact, Xiao Yi had never refined a weapon, nor was he adept in this field.

A normal Alchemist, apart from refining Elixirs, would also refine various sub-saint artifacts with different effects.

Like some Puppet Balls.

However, truly refining weapons, especially high-grade divine weapons and sharp tools, is exceedingly difficult.

The level of techniques required is far above crafting Puppet Balls.

On top of refining, applying various prohibitions is necessary for the weapon itself to exert different effects.

On the other hand, it also requires the cooperation between material properties and so forth.

In conclusion, refining weapons is extremely complex and exceedingly difficult.

Just the cooperation and connection between prohibitions and attributes alone is a headache-inducing affair.

But now Xiao Yi did not need such things.

He was not aiming to refine the Wind Saint Pot into some divine weapon.

All he wanted was to enhance the material of the Wind Saint Pot.

He did not even need the Wind Saint Pot to have any special effects.

His only requirement was ’durability,’ enough durability to carry more fierce wind power.

After several hours.

The spoils Xiao Yi had acquired from wandering outside, one low-grade saint weapon after another, were all incinerated.

Materials from one low-grade saint weapon after another, like a liquid river, flowed around the Wind Saint Pot.

"Keep burning." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.

From his hand, another flame was cast out.

The Purple Crystal Spirit Flame, Earth Vein Golden Fire, these two flames continuously burned and refined.

The liquid river shrunk at a visible speed, and its emitted aura continuously elevated.

Most of a day later.

The liquid river shrank to an extreme point.

"Merge." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.

Several hours later.

When Xiao Yi ceased his burning and refining, the Wind Saint Pot suddenly burst forth with an aura far beyond its previous level.

"Mid-grade Holy Artifact." A look of joy appeared on Xiao Yi’s face.

He had just incinerated a total of 66 low-grade saint devices.

The material from 66 low-grade saint devices, burned and merged into the Wind Saint Pot, finally allowed the Wind Saint Pot’s rank to just reach the level of a mid-grade holy artifact.

It was clearly visibly more durable than before.

The speed of absorbing the surrounding fierce wind power was also far superior to before.

Xiao Yi sensed for a moment, the Wind Evil inside the Wind Saint Pot was also continuously growing.

However, it was not the rank that was growing, but the power.

This canyon-like prison, placed within the Main Hall’s inheritance.

The contained fierce wind power was enormously terrifying, and Xiao Yi had already felt it.

Even with all his means, he had no chance of escaping here.

With such surging fierce wind power, how far the Wind Evil could ultimately grow remained unknown.

At this moment, a ’crazy’ thought suddenly emerged in Xiao Yi’s mind.

Xiao Yi slowly took off his clothes and removed the Cloud Birth Armor.

"Hmph, resent me? Slam me into this canyon prison?" Xiao Yi’s mouth curled into a proud smile.

At this time, the Fog Demon looked at Xiao Yi again, murmuring, ’Master’.

Xiao Yi sneered, "No need to look at me, just keep absorbing, absorb fiercely."

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First update.