Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1349 - 1448: Traces to Follow

High above, three figures were suspended cross-legged upon the clouds, their spiritual power intensely focused on the desolate ruins laid out before them. Not even the emergence of minor pests could distract them from their intense scrutiny.

These three individuals were none other than Sima Mo, Yin Xia, and Zhai ZunZhe.

At the outset of their clandestine meeting, Sima Mo had expressed an inclination to engage Zhai Zun in combat. However, Zhai ZunZhe immediately rebuked him, stating, "Fool! I arrived here before you. Had I possessed a spiritual body, I would have waited eternally for you rather than returning. I simply did not acquire my spiritual body through creation. Have you forgotten Qin Feng?"

Zhai Zunzhe also retreated from his aggressive stance, understanding that even if he reached the eighth level of Guiyuan, dispatching Sima Mo would not be a simple feat. Particularly if Sima Mo resolved to flee, Zhai ZunZhe would be powerless to stop him. The mere revelation of Qin Feng’s location to the Five Forces by Sima Mo would spell doom.

Indeed, though Zhai ZunZhe and Sima Mo were ostensibly aligned with the Five Forces, both harbored the ambition of seizing every opportunity offered by Qin Feng for themselves alone. In a few centuries, they envisioned themselves as the supreme rulers of this vast land.

As for loyalty, it was a concept seemingly discarded by all.

"That brat has managed to inflict several devastating losses upon the Five Forces. I truly don't comprehend his methods," Sima Mo mused aloud.

"Sima Mo, you underestimate Qin Feng. Despite his defiance against heaven itself, he remains only in the virtual elemental realm. Compared to us, he is leagues behind. We can eliminate him at any moment," Zhai Zun chuckled.

"He has encountered far too many fortuitous encounters to be careless. Remember, when we finally capture him, we divide our spoils equally," Sima Mo declared, his eyes blazing with an almost bloodthirsty fervor.

"Hmph. The instant he appears, he will meet his demise!" Zhai Zun’s expression turned frigid.

The trio then resumed their silent vigil, seated cross-legged in mid-air, their unwavering gaze fixed upon the remnants of the heavens.

Days bled into one another, yet Qin Feng did not materialize. The three remained like patient predators, waiting in quietude, displaying not a shred of impatience.

Within the desolate ruins of Skyfire,

Qin Feng assumed a cross-legged position amidst the swirling Mist Sea. At this juncture, his hands were clasped, engaged in a profound cultivation practice. A potent suction force radiated from his entire being, drawing the surrounding fog inexorably towards him.

As the mist was assimilated into his body, his true Martial Spirit, seemingly awakened by an unseen power, commenced its circulation throughout Qin Feng’s physique. Subsequently, the true Martial Spirit began to merge with the recently absorbed mist!

No, it was not precisely a merging, but rather a gradual devouring of the mist’s intangible essence by the true Martial Spirit!

Qin Feng observed this astonishing phenomenon with a mixture of surprise and elation. If this process continued favorably, his cultivation base would receive a significant boost.

As the intangible power neared the completion of its final journey through the meridians, integrating with the true Martial Spirit, they were on the cusp of complete union. The once-turbid true Martial Soul now possessed a faint, shimmering luminescence, with wisps of ethereal smoke rising from its surface. However, this smoke no longer caused harm to the meridians; instead, it imparted a sensation of profound comfort to Qin Feng!

"I can feel that the transformed True Martial Ling Qi is vastly more potent than before," Qin Feng declared, intoxicated by the sensation as he attempted to direct the final movements of the True Martial Ling Qi.

The True Martial Spirit Qi accelerated its pace. At that critical moment, the True Martial Spirit Qi, undergoing a visible transformation, breached the final meridian. After completing a flawless circulation within his body, it receded back to his Dantian.

Throughout this transformative process, the True Martial Spirit Qi had reshaped his entire being, permeating every aspect unique to the True Martial Spirit. His blood, muscles, sinews, bones, and even his soul seemed to undergo a fundamental change.

Cultivators possess an undeniable superiority over ordinary mortals because their spiritual energy fundamentally alters their entire physique. These two states are incomparable.

Now, with his entire body revitalized and reshaped by the True Martial Spirit, Qin Feng far surpassed those who relied solely on Spiritual Energy for transformation. It was akin to the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person.

Qin Feng's physical form was repeatedly nurtured and transmuted by the True Martial Spirit. The sheer intensity, the palpable strength, and the unyielding hardness of his muscles and bones escalated to a terrifying degree. His cultivation level had already vastly surpassed the ordinary Virtual Meta realm, even eclipsing practitioners of the true Yuan realm!

For the past month, Qin Feng had been diligently absorbing the surrounding mist, channeling it into the true Martial Spirit. Unbeknownst to him, the mist in his immediate vicinity had begun to thin considerably.

Fortunately, as the local mist depleted, a replenishing supply drifted in from the distance, seemingly without regard for the immense consumption. Perhaps, to the immensely powerful entities who left it behind, this mist was but an insignificant trickle.

Yet, even this considerable energy represented merely a minuscule fraction of their grander designs.

Qin Feng exhaled a breath of relief, a wide smile gracing his features. He could feel his physical body had become several times stronger, though the exact magnitude remained unknown. He yearned to whoop with joy to release the elation surging within him, but a subtle shift in his expression occurred as he sensed his spiritual power within his body commencing a wild spread throughout his blood. Simultaneously, the very essence of Heaven and Earth began to pour into him with desperate intensity.

"What's happening? What's going on? The spiritual energy is rushing into me!" Qin Feng murmured, a hint of apprehension coloring his voice as he looked down.

"After absorbing so much of this invisible energy, will your small body not burst its cocoon as it breaks through?" A voice, laced with amusement, echoed from the white-robed old man standing nearby.

"Breakthrough?"

Qin Feng gazed at the old man in white robes with surprise. After a moment, clarity returned, accompanied by an almost unbelievable surge of ecstatic joy.

Without wasting time to ascertain the true nature of his Martial Soul, he quickly assumed a seated position once more, his hands forming the cultivation seal as he focused his heart inward.

As Qin Feng entered his cultivation state, the flow of spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth accelerated dramatically. His body, in effect, transformed into a vortex, voraciously absorbing the surrounding energies.

Upon delving into his spiritual consciousness, Qin Feng began to meticulously guide the incoming energies through his body's pores. Despite their immense volume, these energies were laden with impurities. They necessitated refinement through the meridians to achieve full absorption. Failure to do so risked contamination by his own spiritual power.

Yet, despite Qin Feng's strenuous efforts to control this overwhelming influx, its sheer magnitude made complete suppression a formidable challenge.

Resigned, Qin Feng focused on managing a smaller portion of the energy, allowing the rest to flow freely within his body. Fortunately, he had successfully fortified critical areas, mitigating severe damage, though the chaotic movement still inflicted considerable pain.

Under Qin Feng's precise direction, the portion of Heaven and Earth energy entering his body cycled through the meridians, undergoing refinement into pure spiritual energy before being integrated into his being.

The arrival of this initial wave of potent spiritual energy was akin to a monumental boulder plunging into a tranquil lake, creating a resounding splash.

His body, previously absorbing energy at a measured pace, now drew it in at an accelerated rate with this new influx. The fierce suction emanating from within caused Qin Feng a moment of fear. He felt utterly incapable of controlling the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth.

Qin Feng ceased his attempts at suppression. Both the scattered sources of vital energy within him and the external energies from the world continued their relentless injection, all drawn by the irresistible pull.

Within the swirling miasma, Qin Feng's form greedily consumed the forces of Heaven and Earth. The surrounding energies coalesced into a shimmering curtain around him.

And Qin Feng's aura continued its upward ascent.