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He did not struggle, he did not even resist. Dovemore, together with Na Luo and Hong Fu, was incinerated and turned into a sariras. Hong Ling quietly looked at the three gems floating in mid air, they were completely golden, and were not very round, but they gave off an extremely holy Qi. These three sariras intertwined with each other, constantly intertwining and eroding each other. A ball of golden, silent fire was still burning quietly beneath them, melting the three of them. In the end, the flames dispersed and a golden sariras the size of a fist quietly fell into Hong Ling's hands.

In the air, the gigantic Yanhuang Mirror let out a mournful cry, gradually shrinking as it landed on the ground. Hong Ling gritted his teeth as he held the sariras and looked at the copper mirror whose aura had gradually calmed down. He knew that Hong Fu and Na Luo had completely disappeared from this world. Even Mo Luo, who was above the Brahma World, had most likely been severely injured by the round and lonely flames that Hong Fu and Na Luo had summoned together. It was likely that he would not even be able to preserve his Monarch Stage now. What troubled Hong Ling the most was how to repair this Yanhuang Mirror.

There was no doubt that the sariras transformed from the three great Half Step into the Monarch Stage were already enough to perfectly repair this Yanhuang Mirror, but Hong Ling was still unable to recreate a complete Artifact Spirit for this Imperial Equipment. Every single Artifact Spirit of Imperial Equipment must have been smelted from a soul which broke through the barrier of the Heaven's Mandate. Unfortunately, this youth was unable to find such a soul. However, he thought of his own Sorrow Spirit Sword. When the Sorrow Spirit Sword formed its own Artifact Spirit, it swallowed his own Primordial Spirit Clone, but he did not know if this Yanhuang Mirror could do the same.

Hong Ling also hesitated, he knew that there would be experts rushing over from outside the Shiwan Mountain soon. The great battle that had just taken place was simply too shocking. Now that everything had suddenly quieted down, it would inevitably arouse suspicion. Hong Ling casually put away the palm-sized Yanhuang Mirror and put it together with the sariras into his spatial ring. He activated his movement technique, and quickly rushed towards the Shiwan Mountain outside the Witch Clan. With his current speed, he would definitely be able to leave this area in a short amount of time.

However, he had underestimated the experts who had been paying attention to this place. Powerful auras were rapidly approaching from all directions. Hong Ling's expression changed. Without even thinking, his body flashed and quickly charged into the ruins of the Sorcerer Hall. He took out the Yanhuang Mirror and tried to wake it up, then summoned the array to enter the underground palace. However, the Imperial Equipment had no reaction. Hong Ling's cold sweat trickled down his face unceasingly. From what he could sense, an aura that was comparable to Tianren Sage Stage was quickly approaching him. It was likely that he would be discovered in less than a hundred breaths of time. And this was with that expert still being wary of the remnants of Monarch Stage here, otherwise, it would have been even faster.

Hong Ling withdrew his Yanhuang Mirror and took out his sariras, pressing them into the center of the great hall as he poured the Authentic Qi into them. Weng, the sariras actually emitted a streak of fiery-red light. In an instant, a huge formation appeared once again. Hong Ling was overjoyed, and continued to pour Authentic Qi s into the formation. Finally, a huge entrance appeared. The youth didn't hesitate to grab the sariras and jump into them. Without the support of the sariras, the large formation quickly disappeared. At the same time, a figure landed atop the Witch Clan ruins, the instant the large formation disappeared.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in green, with an unfathomable aura. He was obviously a powerful Tianren Sage Stage cultivator. He did not look at the Divine Magi Palace where Hong Ling had disappeared from just now. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and began to carefully comprehend the remaining remnants of the Monarch Stage aura in the air. To Sage Stage cultivators, the remnant aura of the laws of the Monarch Stage Expert s were the most important. Soon enough, another few figures landed and they saw a middle-aged man who sat cross-legged without speaking. Each of them found a place to meditate and carefully comprehended the remnant Monarch Stage Laws between heaven and earth.

No one believed that Monarch Stage Expert would die, and in their opinion, the Monarch Stage Expert here only tore open the space in an instant and left. This just so happened to be a good cover for Hong Ling. The youth quickly traversed the long steps of the underground palace. From time to time, he would slap out with his palm, opening up new passages. Fortunately, he had remembered the method and location of the opening of these tunnels by High Priest Moyu. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for him to take a step forward. Hong Ling advanced very quickly, and very soon, he arrived at the place where the Yanhuang Mirror were kept. Reaching here, Hong Ling finally relaxed. This underground palace, which was created by training the elders of the Witch Clan and Na Luo, was definitely protected by a very powerful formation, if not the Yanhuang Mirror would have been taken away long ago.

Hong Ling took out the Yanhuang Mirror and placed it in the center of the altar. Weng! The underground palace slowly shrank, sinking deeper into the ground. Hong Ling also felt the change, but he was not too surprised. No matter what kind of changes occurred to the trump card left behind by the Monarch Stage Expert, he would not be surprised. Such a realm had already far surpassed his scope of understanding.

Finally, after a period of descent, the entire underground palace stopped shaking. It seemed that they were now in a safe zone. Hong Ling let out a loud breath of the Turbid Air, he was finally safe. He looked at the Yanhuang Mirror that had once again quieted down, and knew that its spirituality was disappearing with the disappearance of Hong Fu and Na Luo, the two Artifact Spirit s. If he wanted to repair this Imperial Equipment, Hong Ling needed to have sufficient confidence to do so. Currently, the sariras in his hands was enough for him to completely repair the body of the Imperial Equipment. However, what troubled him the most was how to recreate the Artifact Spirit of the Imperial Equipment.

"Forget it, let's not think too much about it for now. I'll just take it one step at a time!" Hong Ling casually took out the sariras, and probed with his own divine sense, wanting to find the weakness of this piece of crystal. With his power, if he blindly used the Heavenly Sacred Flame to burn this sariras, it would probably take at least a year to melt them. However, if the weakness was found, it could save a lot of time. For the entire day, Hong Ling finally found thirty-six weak points from the sariras. After memorizing all of these weaknesses, the youth rested for a while. After his cultivation had recovered to his peak, he finally summoned the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame, preparing to melt the sariras and repair the damaged Yanhuang Mirror.

Just to be safe, Hong Ling took out the Godly Art of Heavenly Arts and placed it at the side so that he could read it whenever he needed to. He did not use the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame to burn the surface of the sariras. Hong Ling did not believe that the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame was stronger than the round fire of the s, so to melt it, he could only start from the inside. The youth used his spiritual sense to split the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame into small wisps that were almost undetectable. They slowly pierced into the surface of the sariras, advancing into them bit by bit. This was an extremely exhausting process, even though Hong Ling's consciousness was extremely powerful, he was still tired.

Chi, the first line of fire, had successfully entered the sariras' interior. Hong Ling worked even harder, controlling the remaining line of fire and stabbed it into the sariras. The thirty-six lines of fire took a full three days before they finally all pierced into the sariras, slowly attaching themselves to the thirty-six weak points of the sariras. Hong Ling let out a long sigh. If it wasn't because his strength was too weak, he wouldn't have been so cautious. If he had the Tianren Sage Stage cultivation, then this sariras would have melted in an instant. If he had the Tianming Monarch Stage's cultivation level, forget about the sariras, even if a true Imperial Equipment was in front of him, he had the confidence to completely melt it.

As Hong Ling maintained the igniting line of fire from the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame within the sariras, he circulated his Jiuzhuan Profound Technique to restore his exhausted consciousness. Refining was a very prudent action and could not be sloppy. He casually waved his hand, and the Yanhuang Mirror that was quietly floating above the altar entered his hands. The youth looked carefully at the signs of damage, and it was hard to imagine what kind of power was used to destroy the Imperial Equipment that possessed two Artifact Spirit to such an extent. If he wanted to repair a magical equipment of this level, he would need to completely understand the direction of these damaged traces and also choose a perfect repair plan.

From Hong Ling's perspective, if it wasn't for the fact that he had two Artifact Spirit s and a powerful Imperial Equipment, he would have been crushed long ago. Fortunately, the Imperial Equipment had been preserved, and even the terrifying cracks on its surface had only caused it to split open, not losing a single bit of its original body. What Hong Ling needed to do now was to use the sariras as a medium to repair these cracks. Of course, at the same time that he made up for it, he also had to reconnect and repair the broken law inside the Yanhuang Mirror, so that it could form a complete circuit. This was considered to be the initial completion of the Yanhuang Mirror's recovery. Next, they would have to rely on the cooperation between the Yanhuang Mirror and its Artifact Spirit to slowly cultivate back the broken laws bit by bit. During this process, the compatibility between the Yanhuang Mirror and the Artifact Spirit would gradually increase. When the two fuse together and fuse together, it would once again become a complete Imperial Equipment.

After repeatedly observing the cracks on the Yanhuang Mirror countless of times, a complete set of recovery plan finally formed in Hong Ling's mind. He let go of the Yanhuang Mirror, and with a thought, the fire threads attached to the weak points of the sariras instantly exploded. The blazing flames slowly destroyed it. Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of countless nodes breaking was heard. The entire sariras had finally been softened.

Honglin stared at it, then spat out a few mouthfuls of dark golden dragon blood. This was a method commonly used by artificers to refine blood. After using this method, the speed of forging weapons would increase greatly. However, there was a drawback to this method as well, which was that the magical equipment refined could only be used by the refiner alone. Chi chi chi, that sariras absorbed Hong Ling's dark golden dragon blood, and the melting speed became much faster.

After four whole days, the sariras finally completely melted. Hong Ling did not dare to be distracted, because the most important task of all was to restore them.