The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2247 Refining Spiritual Consciousness

Matthew, dressed in a rustling black robe, stood on the high cliff of the valley like a devil descended to the earth.

His eyes were like two cold blades, piercing through the layers of fog and eagerly locking onto the two figures slumped on the ground.

Although the white shadow and the black shadow still managed to maintain their human form, their aura was as weak as a candle in the wind.

The surging Qi and Luck Force in their bodies was like a surging tide, impacting their spiritual consciousness wave after wave, making them struggle to hold on under the stranglehold of this force until they were almost exhausted.

Facing Matthew's deep gaze that seemed to see through everything, Bai Ying's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with a complex expression of fear and unwillingness.

"You... You are definitely not a cultivator from the human world!"

Bai Ying's voice trembled violently, as if he was trying hard to suppress the overwhelming panic in his heart.

"You must have come down from the upper realm!"

His voice echoed around, with a hint of despair at the end.

Hearing this, Matthew raised the corners of his mouth slightly, outlining a faint smile.

The playfulness in that smile became more and more intense, as if everything before his eyes was just a play whose ending he already knew.

He did not respond directly to Bai Ying's question, but spoke slowly: "My identity is irrelevant to you. I just need to confirm one thing, you are the consciousness of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, right?"

The expressions of Bai Ying and Hei Ying suddenly changed, and a trace of panic flashed in their eyes.

Obviously, Matthew's words were like a sharp dagger, piercing their vital points.

"Even if we are the spiritual consciousness of the Nine-Transformation Golden Pill, so what?"

The black shadow's voice was low and angry, like the rolling of dull thunder, and there was a gleam of unwillingness in his eyes.

"You are just a cultivator from the lower realm. No matter how powerful you are, you can't refine us! How can you easily get your hands on the spiritual consciousness of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill?"

The smile on Matthew's face remained unchanged, but became even deeper.

He touched his nose lightly, as if thinking about something extremely important, and then said calmly: "If you don't try, how do you know it won't work?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely sharp light suddenly burst out from Matthew's eyes, like lightning cutting through the night sky.

He quickly made hand gestures with his hands, his movements were as fast as a phantom, and his fingertips drew mysterious and obscure runes in the air.

Those runes flickered with a faint purple light, as if each rune contained the most mysterious power in the universe, causing slight ripples in the surrounding space.

As runes continued to appear, the surrounding air seemed to be compressed by an invisible force, becoming increasingly heavy. Time also seemed to slow down at this moment, with every second being infinitely stretched.

Matthew's movements did not pause at all. He slowly raised his right hand and pressed it on his abdomen.

At the same time, he uttered a deep and powerful shout: "Open!"

Suddenly, a purple light began to shine inside the palm of his hand pressing on his abdomen.

The light was just a faint dot at first, like a candle flickering in the darkness, which could go out at any time.

But as Matthew's palm moved away from his abdomen little by little, the purple light became brighter and brighter, as if a bright star was slowly rising in his palm, illuminating the entire cave.

When the white shadow and the black shadow saw this scene, they both showed shock in their eyes.

They could clearly feel that the power contained in the purple light was extremely terrifying, as if it was a destructive force coming from the depths of the universe, and it even made them feel a little palpitated.

"This... This is the refining technique from the upper realm!"

There was a slight tremor in Bai Ying's voice, and he obviously recognized the magic that Matthew performed.

Matthew ignored their shock and concentrated on controlling the purple light in his hand.

The light continued to condense in his palm, becoming more and more dazzling, and finally turned into a fist-sized purple flame.

As the flames danced, they emitted a heart-pounding wave, as if even the space was slightly distorted by its burning, making a "sizzling" sound.

"The Nine-Transformation Golden Pill's spiritual consciousness is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Matthew murmured in a low voice, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He could feel that the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the white and black shadows were extremely pure, which was the unique aura of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill's spiritual consciousness.

"However, no matter how powerful the spiritual consciousness is, it is still just spiritual consciousness after all."

There was a hint of coldness in Matthew's voice, as if it came from an ice cave that had been there for thousands of years.

"As long as I refine you, the power of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill will be at my disposal!"

After saying that, Matthew suddenly clenched his palms, and the ball of purple flame instantly burst out with a powerful suction force.

The bodies of the white and black shadows were involuntarily sucked towards the flames, as if an invisible force was pulling them.

"No! You can't do this!"

There was a hint of despair in Bai Ying's voice, as if the end of the world was coming.

"The spirit of the Nine-Transformation Golden Pill was born from heaven and earth. If you forcibly refine it, you will be punished by heaven!"

Hearing this, Ma Xiu sneered, "Heavenly punishment? I, Ma Xiu, have never cared about heavenly punishment in my life. What's more, as long as I get the power of the Nine Transformations Golden Pill, even if it is heavenly punishment, what can it do to me?"

As his words fell, the suction force of the purple flame became stronger.

The bodies of the white shadow and the black shadow began to gradually become illusory, as if their spiritual consciousness was being stripped away bit by bit.

"Matthew! If you refine us, you will be hunted down by the upper realm!"

There was a hint of madness in the black shadow's voice, as if a trapped beast was making its last struggle.

"The Nine-Transformation Golden Pill is the most precious treasure from the upper realm. You, a cultivator from the lower realm, simply cannot withstand its power!"

Upon hearing this, Matthew's eyes flashed with disdain: "The upper realm is hunting you down? Haha, once I refine the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, even the people from the upper realm may not be my match!"

At this moment, the bodies of the white shadow and the black shadow had been completely sucked into the purple flame.

The rune also entered the flame at this moment. As the flame danced, two illusory figures could be vaguely seen struggling in it, roaring silently.

Matthew's face turned serious.

He knew that refining the spiritual consciousness of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill was not an easy task, and if he was not careful, he might suffer backlash.

Therefore, he must concentrate fully and not allow any distraction.

As time passed, the struggle in the purple flame gradually weakened and finally disappeared completely.

The color of the flame also gradually changed from the original purple to a deep gold.

The golden flames burned fiercely, emitting an awe-inspiring aura, as if the entire world was shrouded in this aura.

Matthew's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his hands were trembling slightly, but he still held the golden flame tightly.

Every breath seems to be fighting against the power of heaven and earth.