56: Three infants condensed, scattered infants became sand

Seeing that Mu Wuchen had condensed a Mystic Infant, Yun Li was also stunned and quickly scurried over.

The Mystic Infant Mu Wuchen had just condensed was called the Wind Mystic Infant. If he absorbed it, he would be able to control the wind elements in the surrounding world, and the power of his wind-attribute skills would be hundreds of times that of an ordinary Linghai Realm cultivator!

Yun Li had also been fortunate enough to witness the process of other Linghai Realm cultivators breaking through to the Mystic Infant, but those disciples, when condensing their Mystic Infants, all diligently comprehended, sought opportunities, progressed step by step, and worked gradually.

Moreover, the process of most people condensing Mystic Infants was fraught with difficulties. If something went wrong accidentally, the partially condensed Mystic Infant vortex could easily collapse, leading to failure.

It would be fine if one failed to condense an infant once, but repeated failures could erode a person's confidence, and might even destabilize their Dao heart. This was also why many people remained stuck at the peak of the Linghai Realm for decades or even centuries.

But how long had Mu Wuchen been at Linghai Ninth Layer?

He could already condense an infant?

And how much time did it take him to successfully condense an infant in one go?

A few breaths?

Seeing this scene, the Abbot slightly opened his mouth, then closed it, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yun Li, standing beside him, also had curiosity in her beautiful eyes, observing the Mystic Infant in Mu Wuchen's hand. Her lovely eyes revealed contemplation, as if she was comprehending something.

However, what shocked them even more was yet to come.

Mu Wuchen casually placed the newly condensed green Wind Mystic Infant aside, then stomped his right foot on the ground. Immediately, the sand and stones beneath his foot cracked, and the earth crumbled.

Beneath the ground, a surging force of the earth poured into Mu Wuchen's hand, forming another vortex in his palm.

In just a few more breaths, a gray-black Earth Mystic Infant appeared in his hand!

The Earth Mystic Infant: one who possesses it can mobilize the surrounding earth power for their own use, possessing astonishing and impregnable defense!

Another one!

The Abbot's eyes trembled, utterly shocked beyond measure.

The senior he spoke of had spent more than ten years meditating every night before the Buddha statue to fully condense a Mystic Infant, but what was Mu Wuchen's situation? Was he mass-producing Mystic Infants?

Did he think they were cabbages?

However, Mu Wuchen's monstrous talent did not stop there.

A pale blue flame suddenly appeared in Mu Wuchen's palm. Although the flame's aura was not released, the chilling cold emanating from it still made the Abbot standing nearby shiver.

Heavenly Cold Nether Flame!

After obtaining this item from Great Zhou, he had given a portion of its original power to Nalan Yuruo to help her cultivate and break through. The rest was stored in his lower Dantian, requiring her continuous effort to gradually acquire it.

After all, good things come to those who wait.

Now that the Heavenly Cold Nether Flame appeared, the powers of ice and fire converged in Mu Wuchen's hands, forming two qi spirals. The two vastly different powers intertwined, eventually forming two Mystic Infant figures, one red and one white!

These two red and white figures, one as cold as ice, the other as hot as fire, emanated power far exceeding the Wind Mystic Infant and Earth Mystic Infant from before!

Gulp.

The sound of swallowing saliva echoed.

"Could this be a Twin Mystic Infant? The one-in-ten-thousand Twin Mystic Infant? I, this old man, can actually witness its birth with my own eyes!"

The Abbot's hands trembled with excitement.

Yun Li, standing beside him, also watched with sparkling eyes.

She was now at Linghai Eighth Layer, just one step away from the infant-condensing stage. Watching Mu Wuchen condense Mystic Infants now, she also benefited greatly, and at the same time, a hint of something different appeared in her eyes as she looked at Mu Wuchen.

Now, if Mu Wuchen wished, he could choose to integrate one of the Mystic Infants into his spiritual sea and merge the spiritual sea water with the Mystic Infant, and he would then be a true Mystic Infant cultivator!

Would he do that?

Of course not!

These ordinary Mystic Infants could be formed with a mere wave of his hand, but to crush many Sons of Destiny, merely condensing Mystic Infants of this level was certainly not enough!

Abandoning the future for a temporary increase in cultivation was not worth it. He wanted to seek a stronger Dao and condense a stronger Mystic Infant!

Under the Abbot's puzzled gaze, Mu Wuchen picked up the three Mystic Infants, then waved his hand casually.

As soon as he made his move, the several Mystic Infants that had just been condensed gradually disintegrated and dissipated like quicksand. The wind power and earth power contained within them once again transformed into pure power and merged into the world, and the ice and fire power of the Heavenly Cold Nether Flame also returned to Mu Wuchen's lower Dantian.

This made the Abbot's heart ache. Other Linghai peak cultivators desperately sought even one Mystic Infant, yet Mu Wuchen casually dispersed three?

It was simply a waste of heavenly treasures!

Among them, there was even a rare and top-tier Twin Mystic Infant!

"These Mystic Infants are too weak; they are not worthy of me."

Mu Wuchen immediately pulled off a top-tier humblebrag.

Seeing the Abbot's pained and twisted expression, Su Meier's soft voice echoed from beside him.

"Old man, I told you long ago, my master, no one in this world can compare to him. Don't look at him with your shallow perspective. Merely condensing a few Mystic Infants is as simple as touching my tail."

As she spoke, she leaned against Mu Wuchen again.

The Abbot's eyelids twitched again.

This young lady in front of him was good in every way, except for the things she said...

Somewhat, like a fierce wolf...

At the same time, he sighed that he was getting old and could no longer understand the young people of today.

Playing role-playing games to experience exotic customs was one thing, but to even attach a tail...

Could it be that they even wanted to bring out whips and candles?

"Alas, it was this old man who worried too much. With your strength and talent, young friend, what is merely condensing an infant worth mentioning?"

Just then, he suddenly changed his tone, becoming somewhat wistful.

"However... Alas..."

"This temple probably can't stay."

The Abbot suddenly sighed.

"It's all Yang Yi's momentary foolishness. This Buddhist temple is rumored to be protected by divine light, and no demons have come here for tens of thousands of years. But as soon as Yang Yi broke through, he brought us a disaster of annihilation. It seems that the divine light has also disappeared, and we can no longer stay here."

Mu Wuchen immediately understood.

Just then, a servant from the temple rushed in from outside the gate.

"Abbot, Abbot, another group of people has arrived outside the temple. They say they are disciples of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect!"

The Abbot was slightly stunned.

The Nine Heavens Sword Sect, that was a force no weaker than the Tianxuan Sect.

Now that the Demon Race had invaded Tianyang Valley, the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, like the Tianxuan Sect, must have sent many people, including many prodigies. They would certainly have to receive them well.

However, just as the Abbot was about to get up to greet the people from the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, a noisy and clamorous sound suddenly erupted from outside the gate.

"Is anyone inside? Quickly bring out the good stuff to entertain your masters! I'm here to help you eliminate demons!"