Chapter 136: Transformation!

Five-colored Qi surged into the dantian, ascending along the Governor Vessel into the consciousness sea, where the soul transformed it into five-colored magical power, flowing into the Five-Color Pool.

Normally, this refinement method was no different from directly extracting Qi; within moments, the Five-Color Pool would coalesce into a single mass—but now, with the little bell on his person, leveraging the computational power of a pre-civilization mobile terminal, he forcibly used his weak soul to control the Five Elements' magical power.

The Five Elements' magical power was woven into threads, merging into one stream yet remaining distinctly separated, descending along the human meridians, returning to the dantian, entering the belt, and activating each linked jade talisman.

Although Feng Xue used a series-connected magical unit to simplify casting, his own computational capacity was insufficient to fully activate every jade talisman's effect—until now, with the little bell's computational power, this magical unit finally became truly functional.

Although the little bell, as a phantom spirit, lacked the ability to directly control magical power, she could not—but Seeing Mo Ying could!

At this moment, Seeing Mo Ying, the little bell, and Feng Xue became one: the little bell handled computation and micro-manipulation, Seeing Mo Ying carried and coordinated, while Feng Xue centered control, finally achieving perfect command over the magical power his soul could not previously master.

"Demon God!"

The Moon Goddess's face, which had previously seemed casual, twisted with revulsion; she gripped the void, drawing from the radiance a long spear forged entirely of metal, and as she did, dozens of moonbeams shot down from the celestial river of moonlight tendrils above, not concentrated, but sealing every possible escape route Feng Xue had!

Sara instantly assessed the danger and reached out to grab Feng Xue—but in that instant, Feng Xue reacted two-tenths faster than Sara, snatching Sara's arm in return.

The moonlight instantly transformed the area within dozens of meters into a forest of spears, yet all that remained where he stood was a spark of Lei Guang blooming.

Feng Xue, wrapped in emerald-green wind, hurled Sara away with all his strength:

"Get to the ship—I'll be right behind you!"

Sara was about to protest, but her wolf ears suddenly twitched; in midair, she twisted her body, using nothing but air to propel herself toward the Dayun.

But Ma Wu clearly had no interest in Sara; she raised her spear and charged toward Feng Xue amid a storm of arrow-like strikes.

Though Ma Wu's charge was not as monstrously powerful as Sara's physical strength, it still surpassed Liu Yunxi by several degrees; under normal circumstances, Feng Xue would have been helpless against her—but now, he was terrifyingly strong!

Under the pre-civilization terminal's high-speed operation, the little bell predicted every one of Ma Wu's attack paths, adjusted for her minute bodily shifts to evade, while simultaneously transmitting a series of countermeasures into Feng Xue's mind; as Feng Xue perceived them, Seeing Mo Ying, through telepathy, synchronized his behavioral tendencies and coordinated with the little bell to execute synchronized counteractions.

What had once been crude, sweeping magical power was now split into dozens of fine threads, flowing into different jade talismans—shaping, controlling, releasing, transforming…

Through these precise manipulations, Lei Ting took solid form, held in Feng Xue's palm; a pair of storm wings unfurled behind him, and with a single beat, he was already at Ma Wu's blind spot.

But Ma Wu's moonlight, which filled heaven and earth, was no mere decoration; Feng Xue's movement did not escape her perception; her spear swept horizontally to block his intended path, while several more moonbeams shot backward—now, whether Feng Xue advanced or retreated, he would inevitably be struck.

From the over-the-shoulder perspective, Feng Xue had no blind spots—all changes were synchronously perceived by the little bell, every moonbeam's trajectory calculated; Feng Xue moved through the rain of moonlight arrows as if strolling in a courtyard, and suddenly released the Lei Ting in his hand.

Undeniably, the little bell's computational power was still overflowing; she even had the leisure to reshape the Lei Ting.

The Lei Guang transformed into a divine dragon, extending its claws as a shield to block a wave of moon-blades, then opening its mouth to exhale—not a yang thunder, but a yin thunder breath.

The murky, black, mud-like Yin Thunder soaked the moonlight; the gloomy, filthy aura instantly defiled the pure radiance.

Gales surged, forcibly pushing Feng Xue forward, while strands of yang thunder became microcurrents that, under the little bell's precise calculations, enhanced Feng Xue's reaction speed.

Feng Xue felt everything slow—extremely slow, incredibly slow! Even the moonlight arrows that had once rained like a storm now fell like cherry blossoms drifting at five centimeters per second.

He effortlessly slipped through the gaps in the arrow rain; with a thought, his heart-fire and lung-gold separated, yang thunder turned to fire, the white metal element melted under the blaze, becoming molten, blazing-gold magical power, blasting toward Ma Wu like a torrent.

Ma Wu's reaction speed was not slow—but Feng Xue's sudden acceleration caught her completely off guard; all her prior predictions collapsed in an instant, and the opposing force she now faced filled her with unprecedented dread.

The moonlight tendrils descending from the heavens formed a shield, blocking the blazing-gold burn and the dragon's breath—but in doing so, she lost track of Feng Xue's position.

"Escaped?"

Ma Wu recalled Feng Xue's order for Sara to board first; her heart tightened—but in that very instant, heaven and earth suddenly changed color.

The pearlescent sky and beach turned instantly pale white, then spread like gauzy mist, faint gray hues diffusing—though it mimicked the moonlight's shimmering glow perfectly, it utterly lost its lustrous sheen.

"Illusion?"

She, who also wielded partial illusion authority, immediately recognized the problem; such crude illusion was trivial to dispel with a single thought—but when the ink-black mist shattered, she felt nothing beneath her feet.

The coarse sea sand suddenly flowed like quicksand, yet clung with the stickiness of mud.

More horrifying still: the yellow sand was mixed with murky black matter—she had already witnessed Feng Xue's Yin Thunder; how could she dare underestimate it?

Run!

The humiliating word flashed into the Moon Goddess's mind—but in that moment of hesitation, a flash of Bai Guang sliced through.

Sara, who should have already reached the Dayun, tore through the dark mist, wielding unimaginable force, and cleanly severed the divine avatar's head.

"Damn it! You'll—" Though her head was severed, Ma Wu's shrill roar continued—but Feng Xue now stood at the bow of the Dayun, before the altar Sara had prepared for him, fingers forming seals, stomping his feet as if stepping on live wires, shaking his head into a blur, his voice trembling with double-layered reverb:

"Devotee Feng Xue humbly summons the Moon Goddess Ma Wu—descend upon me~~"

(End of Chapter)