Thus, Yuan Ming followed the silver cat all the way to the west, stepping into the domain of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

When night fell, the silver cat finally stopped with him at an open stone platform in a mountain valley.

"Are we preparing the Shape Refining Potion here?" Yuan Ming asked.

The silver cat raised its head to glance at the dimly risen round moon above, and its voice arose in Yuan Ming's Sea of Consciousness at the same time, "The Divine Soul is yin by nature, and this place is rich in Yin Qi, making it suitable for Divine Soul Transformation."

Yuan Ming nodded and took out the four spiritual materials.

The silver cat immediately swung its paw, and several items appeared on the ground.

Yuan Ming glanced and recognized a set of pharmacy equipment, a silver small knife, a medicine cauldron, and a jade bowl.

"Follow the instructions here to process the spiritual materials," the silver cat said as it lifted its front paw and sent a ball of paper flying towards Yuan Ming, then ran to the side, lay down, and closed its eyes.

Yuan Ming caught the paper ball, unfolded it, and began to follow the instructions, taking out Ghost Faced Grass, using the silver knife to chop it finely, and pounding it into a powder in a mortar.

Next, he flattened Black Scale Fruit with the knife, squeezed out a brown juice, and mixed Purple Core Pollen with water without further processing to form a thick mixture.

Finally, Yuan Ming put everything, including Yin Marrow Liquid, into the medicine cauldron with water, kindled a fire, boiled it, and simmered it into half a bowl of black medicinal juice.

After a moment, the medicinal juice cooled down to a semi-thick state, emitting a faint glow.

Yuan Ming sniffed it lightly and smelled a faint scent of herbs.

"How is it?" Yuan Ming looked at the silver cat.

The silver cat opened one eye, examined the black medicinal juice for a moment, and lazily nodded.

Relieved by the words, Yuan Ming relaxed. He only had one set of spiritual materials prepared and no second chance.

After steadying his mind, Yuan Ming continued following the instructions on the paper. He took out a white droplet-shaped bottle, pulled the cork, and immediately a faint bloody scent wafted out.

It was indeed the Essence Blood of a White Feathered Raven.

He carefully tilted the small bottle, dropping three drops of Essence Blood into the black medicinal juice.

As soon as the Essence Blood was dripped into the jade bowl and contacted the previous liquid, it immediately made a "sizzle" sound, as if cold water had spilled onto a hot iron, bubbling furiously.

Yuan Ming quickly stirred it with the silver knife.

Soon, the Essence Blood mixed with the medicine, stopping the large bubbles and turning into a layer of fine bubbles.

Yuan Ming then held the jade bowl in his palm and began carefully infusing his Mana into it.

As his Mana flowed, a dim light brightened the jade bowl, complicated runes lit up along the inner side of the bowl walls, creating bizarre ripples.

Yuan Ming immediately felt alternating hot and cold energies chasing each other in the bowl.

This process lasted for the duration of a cup of tea and finally stopped; the black medicinal juice in the jade bowl quickly turned a deep blue, with countless shadow-like black filaments moving inside the juice, looking extremely magical and alive.

Yuan Ming merely glanced at it and, without the silver cat needing to speak, knew the Shape Refining Liquid had been successfully refined.

"Now that the Shape Refining Liquid is ready, place this Soul Fusion Talisman on your forehead," the silver cat, now awake, clawed at the ground, and a dark red piece of talisman paper fell in front of him.

Yuan Ming picked it up and noticed the talisman paper was less than two inches, bearing a small and exquisitely drawn rune in golden lines.

He naturally couldn't recognize the rune, but from the fluid and complex lines of the rune, he could tell it was infinitely more advanced than those he learned for Artifact Refining.

Looking at the rune, he hesitated.

"You were the one who begged me to teach you the Soul Cultivation Method in the beginning; what, are you scared now?" the silver cat's ethereal voice resounded in his mind, with its usual mocking tone.

Yuan Ming smiled and placed the talisman paper on his forehead.

The next instant, he only felt heat at his forehead, the talisman paper spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes.

But the rune imprinted itself on his forehead.

"Aren't you going to run the Moonlight Technique to absorb it?" the voice of the silver cat rang out once more.

Yuan Ming didn't hesitate any longer. He picked up the jade bowl, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Then, he sat down cross-legged, held a mnemonic, embraced an incense burner, and began to run the "Moonlight Technique" Cultivation Method.

The silver cat's eyes slightly narrowed, focusing on the incense burner in his arms, twisted its neck upward, showing a rare comfortable expression, and then lay down not far from Yuan Ming.

The watery moonlight draped over the cat and him alike, clothing them both in a layer of hazy gauze.

As the medicinal liquid entered his mouth, a liquid alternating between hot and cold slid down his throat into Yuan Ming's stomach.

Boom!

Yuan Ming felt as if a muffled thunder exploded inside him, and he abruptly opened his eyes.

Right after, a steam-like heat soared from his lower abdomen, sweeping through all his upper body's meridians and concentrating towards his head and face.

Yuan Ming's body couldn't help but tremble, and his vision started to blur, making it impossible for him to see anything.

However, his Divine Thought involuntarily sank into his Sea of Consciousness, spontaneously initiating Inner Observation.

Yuan Ming immediately saw within his Sea of Consciousness, how warm currents continuously converged with his Divine Soul Power, causing his Divine Soul to inflate like a balloon, almost bursting his head.

"Hold firm your Divine Thought, run the Moonlight Technique, absorb the medicinal power!" the silver cat's voice rang out in the Sea of Consciousness like a loud, resounding bell.

Yuan Ming immediately gathered his Divine Thought and started silently reciting the mnemonic, operating the Moonlight Technique.

The Divine Soul Power in his mind moved accordingly, forming a Soul Power vortex that quickly refined the incoming warm currents.

As the rolling warm currents surged in, his Divine Soul Power turned into a large blue Fog Ball, within which one could see white glows and black cotton-like objects.

The white glow was trying to absorb the black cotton, but the black cotton was struggling, trying to escape from the Fog Ball.

As the black cotton struggled and collided, Yuan Ming also felt a soul-tearing pain.

The pain was sharp and intense, almost unbearable.

Yuan Ming could only endure it by relying on his strong mind, forged from years of being afflicted by the backlash of the Fur Cloak Technique.

His Divine Thought watched the Fog Ball in the Sea of Consciousness; the more he watched, the more bizarre it seemed.

The black cotton, which seemed to want to break free, looked just like a bunch of black ravens flapping their wings and struggling valiantly.

"The silver cat mentioned fusing with a White Feathered Crow, was it not supposed to be just one? Why are there so many?" Yuan Ming couldn't help but think this bizarre thought.

But at this moment, there was no time for him to be distracted by such thoughts, and he could only endure the severe pain while fully running the Moonlight Technique.

Meanwhile, the rune on his brow lit up, transforming into a soft golden glow that gradually sank into his forehead and vanished.

Yuan Ming felt a sudden relief of pressure, his mind gradually entering a state of Void, and the refining process immediately became smoother.

Time ticked by, and the Round Moon gradually moved to its zenith.

Yuan Ming's body had long been drenched with sweat, looking as if he had been fished out of a water bucket.

Just then, his eyes suddenly snapped open, two shining beams shooting out brilliantly like twin flashes of lightning in the night.

In his Sea of Consciousness, a black light orb floated suspended, suddenly swelling and releasing a black shadow that flew out.

Then a second and third one flew out in succession.

And from Yuan Ming's brow, three black ravens, each with white feathers, flew out one after another, circling above Yuan Ming's head, rising and falling as they flew.

"It really succeeded..."

The silver cat raised its head to watch this scene, and surprise inevitably appeared in its unusual pupils.

At that moment, Yuan Ming felt even more astonished; his Sea of Consciousness seemed to project three parallel images, each depicting the view from one of the ravens.

At a thought from him, the three ravens immediately circled and flew off in different directions.

The images appearing in his Sea of Consciousness then drew back and heightened, presenting different landscapes.

This sensation was very peculiar, and Yuan Ming also felt somewhat unaccustomed at first, barely able to manage, as if not knowing where to look.

As the three ravens flew farther and farther, the regions Yuan Ming could see in his sight also expanded, making him feel as though his Divine Soul was flying out, yet he did not feel the sensation of being dispersed by the wind usually associated with astral projection.

At that time, he finally understood what it felt like for the Divine Soul to need a vessel.

However, within mere moments, Yuan Ming felt a wave of fatigue; the scattered vision of the three ravens also became increasingly blurred, as if they were falling asleep.

Yuan Ming quickly gathered his spirits and called all three ravens back.

Once the three ravens had all reentered his brow, the fragmented feeling of seeing through three perspectives gradually dissipated, and the earlier sense of fatigue was also greatly alleviated.

Yuan Ming exhaled softly, massaging his brow, and slowly opened his eyes.

"How does it feel?" the silver cat's voice immediately sounded in his mind.

"The Essence Blood wasn't from just one White Feathered Crow, was it?" Yuan Ming did not answer, instead posing a question.

"Naturally not. I originally thought you could at most successfully refine one, but I didn't expect three," the silver cat said, looking at him.

"Is there a difference?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Spreading out into more perspectives provides a broader view. However, at the same time, the consumption of Soul Power has tripled," the silver cat replied.

"No wonder I felt fatigued so soon," Yuan Ming remarked.

"Remember, although the Divine Soul Ravens can regenerate using your Soul Power, once they are destroyed, they also damage your Divine Soul. If all three are eliminated at once, your Divine Soul could be at risk of shattering," the silver cat explained meticulously, considering the matters of Divine Soul cultivation.

"Thank you." Yuan Ming carefully noted this down, combining the recent experience to realize that with his current Divine Soul Power, unless necessary, it's better to only use one raven at a time, and to promptly recall it should any issues arise, to prevent accidents.

"Your Divine Soul has successfully undergone Refining, see what abilities you have awoken," the silver cat paused for a moment before adding.

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