Chapter 671: This Divine Sap of the Sacred Tree Truly Lives Up to Its Reputation!

The heavy wooden door closed behind him with a dull thud, completely sealing off the clamor and panic of the outside world.

Su Ming did not immediately walk toward the stone bed at the center of the meditation room. Instead, he circled the four walls of Qingyou Residence at an unhurried pace. His fingertips flicked out dozens of extremely subtle strands of Ruo Shui spiritual energy, each landing with precise accuracy upon the natural grain of the wooden walls.

Thirteen soundproofing array lines, three layers of illusory circuit loops, and two linked killing formations silently interconnected, forming an invisible, densely woven net. Only after confirming that not even a flying insect could force its way into this tree hollow did his tightly drawn back finally relax a fraction.

The ten-day deadline loomed over the entire Greenwood Court like a guillotine gleaming with cold light. The time left to him was even more pressing than he had imagined.

Su Ming sat cross-legged on the stone bed and ran his hand over his storage pouch.

A top-grade sealing spirit jade box emanating faint traces of cold air appeared in his palm. As the locks on the jade box were gently flicked open, a vitality so rich it was nearly liquefied instantly filled the entirety of Qingyou Residence.

At the center of the jade box, a single drop of verdant, glistening Divine Sap of the Sacred Tree hovered in perfect stillness. It emitted no dazzling radiance, yet merely by existing there, the wooden walls and surfaces of the table and chairs around it began to show signs of withered trees reviving in spring, sprouting and budding. From the crevices of those originally dried and shriveled wood grains, tiny tender green buds actually pushed their way out.

A faint, serene glow flickered across the surface of the Xuantian ring, and Lin Yu's soul body drifted out slowly.

Lin Yu's soul body paused midair for a moment, then, stroking his illusory beard, he let out a self-mocking snort of laughter. "I say, my dear disciple, the Void Condensation Sand and Void Stone fragments in that pouch of yours are barely enough to set up two more Minor Void Spirit Attraction Formations at most. If you can't find replacement spatial materials, you and I, master and disciple, will likely have to hole up in this broken tree hollow and learn from those old trees, dining on wind and drinking dew."

Su Ming shook his head helplessly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Waste not, want not." He reached out and picked out the few remaining grains of Void Condensation Sand, carefully inspecting the patterns on them. "Since the Lord of the Nether Abyss issued a ten-day ultimatum, he won't give Greenwood Court any chance to catch its breath. This Divine Sap of the Sacred Tree may be a supreme treasure, but if it can't be converted into real combat power before the decisive battle erupts, sitting in a storage pouch it's nothing more than spoils of war prepared for someone else."

Su Ming's gaze returned to that drop of divine sap, a flicker of deep thought passing through his eyes.

The Divine Sap of the Sacred Tree contained three thousand years of pure vitality. Even a mighty being of the spirit races would have to be extremely careful consuming it. He was only at the late stage of the Golden Core realm. If he greedily swallowed it in one gulp to rush ahead, the worst outcome would be his physical body unable to bear that terrifying vitality, exploding on the spot, his Golden Core bursting apart along with him.

Having weighed the options, Su Ming's eyes became exceptionally resolute.

"Refine it in three portions." Su Ming spoke, his voice steady. "Take one third first, to temper the physical body."

The luster of Lin Yu's soul body brightened slightly. He said nothing more, merely drifting back three chi, ceding the space around the stone bed entirely.

Su Ming drew a deep breath, and with precise flicks of his fingertips, sent the few remaining grains of Void Condensation Sand flying.

The grayish-brown grains traced enigmatic arcs through the air, embedding themselves with exact precision into the already-engraved formation cores. As a drop of Like Water essence blood was injected, the miniature formation plate shuddered violently.

"Hiss,"

The spatial barrier within Qingyou Residence was forcefully torn open a minuscule gap. A stream of Void spiritual energy, so pure it contained not the slightest impurity, trickled down slowly from that fissure like a small waterfall, enveloping Su Ming completely.

Su Ming did not hesitate. His index and middle fingers, held together, lightly traced a line above the jade box.

That drop of verdant Divine Sap of the Sacred Tree quivered slightly, then was precisely divided into one third by an invisible force of energy. This mung-bean-sized droplet, drawn by spiritual energy, drifted slowly to Su Ming's lips.

Su Ming opened his mouth and swallowed it.

In that instant.

Su Ming's eyes flew wide open, and even deep within his pupils, faint traces of blood vessels surfaced.

There was no deafening roar, no earth-shaking anomaly. Yet Su Ming felt as though a star was expanding inside his abdomen. A colossal energy, terrifying to the point of near-liquefaction, detonated violently within his body.

That power surged wildly along his meridians, so fast that it scraped against the inner walls of his meridians with an extremely sharp, stinging pain.

Su Ming clenched his jaw fiercely, his hands rapidly forming a hand seal to stabilize his mind. The Like Water Art was driven to an unprecedented limit. Blue, serene spiritual energy, like dense layers of giant nets, desperately intercepted and wrapped around those rampaging currents of vitality.

It was exceptionally gentle. Wherever it passed, those tiny meridian cracks left behind from breaking through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm were soothed by this force, actually melting away and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming even broader and more resilient than before.

At the same time, it carried an irresistibly domineering quality. That vitality wrapped in Ruo Shui spiritual energy brooked no obstruction whatsoever. It forcibly widened Su Ming's meridians. That soreness and searing agony of muscles and blood vessels being torn apart and instantly reassembled was enough to make an ordinary cultivator faint dead away on the spot from the pain.

Within the Consciousness Sea, Lin Yu stared intently at every minute change inside Su Ming's body, his soul body frozen motionless in the void.

He could clearly see that verdant torrent, guided by Su Ming, ultimately converging into the Dantian Qihai.

Inside the Dantian, that Golden Core which originally bore several fine kintsugi cracks from being forced through a breakthrough exploded with dazzling radiance the instant it came into contact with the Divine Sap of the Sacred Tree.

Blue, serene array lines coursed madly across the Golden Core's surface. Those once-repaired marks, nourished by the divine sap, began to be thoroughly smoothed away bit by bit. It was as though a piece of uncut jade bearing tiny flaws was being re-carved by the most wondrous engraving knife between heaven and earth into a flawless, perfectly round form.