CH 170

Wang Weijun could no longer laugh. As he had initially estimated, the bead was indeed getting bigger and bigger.

When the bead grew to the size of a millstone, the momentum of the eighteen beads spinning was so great that even the sound of wind and thunder emerged.

Fortunately, the Gathering Spring Courtyard had become a forbidden area of the sect. Without permission, outsiders were unable to come and inspect.

However, all of this was seen by Yong Ji. He was quite shocked, not knowing what kind of magical weapon Mi Xiaojing was cultivating that could possess such power, making him feel a vague sense of threat. He was a whole realm higher than Mi Xiaojing, and his strength was not something Mi Xiaojing could compare to.

What surprised Yong Ji was this point. The fact that he could feel a hint of threat indicated that the magical weapon Mi Xiaojing was cultivating was very unusual. Naturally, he couldn't imagine that Mi Xiaojing was only cultivating a string of prayer beads, and their purpose was not for combat, but to replenish the Starry Sky power in his body at any time.

However, Yong Ji only took a brief look and then returned to his room. He didn't have extra time to worry about it. Cultivation was more practical. For a cultivator at his level, life was quite boring, every day was spent cultivating.

Mi Xiaojing was also quite helpless. Originally, there were eighteen prayer beads, but now they had turned into eighteen huge balls. Not to mention wearing them on his wrist, this pile of balls could be piled into a small hill. The diameter of a ball was taller than his body, which was simply outrageous.

The surrounding grove had been completely destroyed by the eighteen balls. Mi Xiaojing could no longer sustain them. He smiled bitterly, "What should I do? They're getting bigger and bigger. Although they can float around me, I can't take so many balls out with me!"

Wang Weijun was also dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do either. He said, "I... I don't know what to do either! You figure it out. Even if you take them with you, it's not a big deal."

Mi Xiaojing almost spat out blood. Taking eighteen giant balls out? The key was that these eighteen giant balls were very powerful. They could probably destroy anything they hit. This wasn't taking balls out, it was taking disaster out.

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Wang Weijun suddenly had an idea, "Right, you've been inputting Starry Sky power, why don't you try absorbing it back?"

Mi Xiaojing slapped his own head, he had forgotten his original purpose, "Right! I should try to absorb the Starry Sky power inside. I don't know if I can absorb it!"

"I need to think about how to absorb it..."

Should he stop chanting the mantra and directly absorb it? Or should he continue to chant the mantra while absorbing the Starry Sky power inputted into it?

Mi Xiaojing kept pondering. He was very cautious about this. He told Wang Weijun his thoughts, hoping he could give some guidance.

On the Heart Tower, Wang Weijun was still half-lying down. His gaze was fixed on the seven copied Ancient Tribulation Pill Scriptures. He irresponsibly said, "Whatever, just try it first."

Mi Xiaojing was completely speechless. He knew that Wang Weijun was getting impatient.

So he decided to try chanting and absorbing at the same time.

He quickly made up his mind. It was just a try, there shouldn't be any major mistakes. Mi Xiaojing thought that since he could input, he should be able to output.

While chanting the mantra, he tried to extract the Starry Sky power.

As a result, Mi Xiaojing was very disappointed. He couldn't extract even a bit of the Starry Sky power. It was as if the Starry Sky power he had inputted earlier had all solidified inside.

After about ten minutes, Mi Xiaojing stopped, "I can't absorb it! It seems to have disappeared..."

Wang Weijun said absentmindedly, "You can't absorb it... then input more Starry Sky power. Maybe it hasn't reached its limit yet."

"It's too big. If I continue to input Starry Sky power, will it explode?"

"I don't know..."

Wang Weijun's mind was completely on the Ancient Tribulation Pill Scripture. He was answering Mi Xiaojing's questions subconsciously. In his opinion, even if the prayer beads exploded, it wouldn't be a big deal. He could just make another string.

This forced Mi Xiaojing to figure it out on his own. At this time, he thought of the substitute puppet. The substitute puppet was forcibly copied by the mantra. Could he use the mantra again?

This time, Mi Xiaojing didn't input Starry Sky power, but kept chanting the mantra.

Then, Mi Xiaojing saw an astonishing scene. The prayer beads actually began to shrink, bit by bit, compressed by the mantra. Mi Xiaojing was very surprised. He had no interest in the millstone-sized balls. Even if they couldn't be made into tools to replenish Starry Sky power, they should at least be restored to their original bead string. That was one of the most important things in his limited memory.

As long as they could be restored, Mi Xiaojing didn't care about anything else. Finally, he managed to compress the millstone-sized balls to the size of a watermelon. However, no matter how much Mi Xiaojing chanted the mantra, he couldn't compress them any further, which made him very frustrated.

Having no other choice, Mi Xiaojing could only input the Starry Sky power back into them.

The prayer beads began to expand again, which made Mi Xiaojing extremely depressed. What was this?

Just like this, they kept compressing and expanding, then compressing and expanding again, repeating over and over again, as if there was no end. During this period, because Mi Xiaojing kept chanting the mantra and absorbing starlight, although the prayer beads didn't recover, his cultivation level was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Just when Mi Xiaojing was at a loss, the Mantra Banner suddenly moved. It seemed that the prayer beads had reached a certain limit, which triggered the Mantra Banner.

In an instant, chains of mantras extended from the Heart Tower and directly wrapped around the surface of the prayer beads. At this time, the prayer beads had a diameter of three meters, which was simply a huge object, and Mi Xiaojing couldn't compress them with the mantra anymore.

Mi Xiaojing could clearly see the mantra chains wrapping around them. He was not unfamiliar with this process. When the mantra chains wrapped around the substitute puppet, it was like this. Mi Xiaojing sat there honestly, not making any moves, just observing the whole process.When one of the prayer beads was completely wrapped in the mantra chains, there was a loud bang, and that bead disappeared without a trace. Then the second bead disappeared, followed by the third... Mi Xiaojing stared blankly, was it all gone? However, he had a vague answer in his heart.

Sure enough, after the eighteen prayer beads disappeared, Mi Xiaojing's Divine Sense sank into his Dan Tian. He immediately saw that the eighteen prayer beads had entered his body, revolving around the substitute puppet, with a thunder sword hanging above his head, and the Ancient Tribulation Pill Scripture formed by the combination of mantras was also flying around.

Mi Xiaojing was both amused and helpless. His Dan Tian was in a complete mess, with a substitute puppet, the Ancient Tribulation Pill Scripture, eighteen prayer beads, a thunder sword, and an old man on the heart tower.

Wang Weijun was dying of envy. Anything that could be absorbed into the body had the potential of a spiritual tool. With the passage of time, the nourishment of the Starry Sky power, and the blessing of the mantras, these things all had the potential to become magical spiritual tools. This was truly astonishing.