"Roar! Roar!"
Completely restrained, the enraged demon bear roared continuously, but to no avail.
Wang Zhong, at this moment, had no time to bother with it. The instant the Ming Shen Gate descended, he felt a very strange sensation, as if something was calling him from somewhere.
And this call was incredibly intense, very close, yet weak.
However, the continuous roars of the enraged demon bear had thoroughly disrupted this feeling. Frowning, Wang Zhong waved his hand casually.
"Second Soul Skill, Mimicry · Entwine."
Tree roots burst from the ground, tightly binding the enraged demon bear's maw, allowing only muffled growls and continuous struggles.
With the noise in his ears silenced, Wang Zhong could finally calm down and carefully sense the unknown feeling.
It was very close, as if it were right beside him.
He emptied his thoughts, letting his mind become clear, his heart calm and undisturbed. Ripples of electric-like sensations spread across his mind, and in an instant, Wang Zhong pinpointed the source of the feeling.
The Tree Martial Soul!
Wang Zhong suddenly turned. The towering giant tree, tall and lush, emanated strong vitality and natural energy. The surrounding trees and grass swayed gently, as if cheering.
"You're calling me!"
Wang Zhong stared at the Tree Martial Soul and asked softly. But he quickly dismissed this conclusion. The Tree Martial Soul was part of him. If it were truly calling him, the feeling would have been incredibly clear, not so strong yet vague, interrupted by the roars of an enraged demon bear, on the verge of breaking off at any moment.
As if in response, at the very moment Wang Zhong spoke, the Tree Martial Soul suddenly blazed with light. The dazzling white light illuminated almost the entire Death Grand Canyon.
Under this white light, Wang Zhong could only raise his arm to shield his eyes. During this process, he felt something descend from the sky and land before him.
After about ten breaths, the Tree Martial Soul's light faded. Wang Zhong slowly lowered his arm. Before the Tree Martial Soul lay a broken fan, larger and wider than he was tall. It was severely damaged.
The upper left and lower right sides of the fan were missing large chunks. The rest of its surface was covered in cracks and missing pieces, with holes of various sizes, some as large as a head, others as small as a pinprick, densely scattered, indicating the extent of its damage.
Despite the severe damage, its original appearance could still be discerned. The fan was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, like a flattened gourd standing upright. A long handle extended from above the gourd's mouth. The entire fan was predominantly brown, with a two-finger-wide band of crystal green bordering its edge.
"What is this?"
Looking at the sudden appearance of the fan, Wang Zhong's brow furrowed. Why would a broken fan give him such a strong sense of calling?
Under this summons, Wang Zhong cautiously reached out and grasped the handle. A sudden change occurred!
A powerful suction force, like a hurricane, erupted from the handle, drawing out the jade-green energy in Wang Zhong's body – a fusion of soul power, spiritual energy, and natural energy. It was devoured like a whale, completely consumed.
In the blink of an eye, the jade-green energy was depleted, and Wang Zhong exited his immortal form. However, the fan showed no signs of satisfaction. It remained firmly attached to his palm, and though no other changes occurred, an extreme craving emanated from it.
It felt like an insatiable, starving child.
Raising an eyebrow, Wang Zhong held the fan, his gaze peculiar. He noticed that after absorbing the jade-green energy from his body, a few small holes on the fan had been repaired, even as if they had regrown!
"Tsk, interesting!"
"I'm rather curious to see what you'll look like when you're fully repaired!"
With a thought, the Tree Martial Soul behind him swayed. Vast amounts of natural energy flowed into Wang Zhong's body. Wang Zhong then combined this natural energy with his soul power and spiritual energy, forming the jade-green energy body.
The moment the jade-green energy body formed, it was completely absorbed by the fan in an instant. The speed was so rapid that Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment. But soon, he continued to condense jade-green energy. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
One formed, one absorbed. Wang Zhong continuously repeated the process of generating jade-green energy until his soul power was completely depleted. Yet, the fan showed no sign of satisfaction.
"Hiss!"
"The amount required is too much!"
Looking at the fan, where small holes had been repaired, leaving only the larger missing sections on the upper left and lower right, a head-sized hole, and two fist-sized holes, Wang Zhong gasped.
With his soul power exhausted, Wang Zhong tried to pull his hand away, but he couldn't. The fan clung to him like a greedy, insatiable worm.
"Alas, what is this? If I don't feed you until you're full, I can't leave."
Holding the fan in one hand, it felt substantial, neither too heavy nor too light, just right, as if custom-made for Wang Zhong.
"Huh, this weight, not bad. So handy!"
He swung it casually, producing gusts of wind. Wang Zhong was a little delighted. He had never used anything so handy before.
Due to the existence of the Eight Extremes Heaven, Wang Zhong's physical fitness and strength were extraordinarily high. Ordinary items held in his hand had no discernible weight.
And the soul tool, weighing eight thousand jin after being augmented, was excessively heavy and could only be used for training.
The fan in his hand, Wang Zhong felt, could even be used as a weapon. He instantly fell in love with it, not for any other reason than the feel of it in his hand.
He sat down cross-legged, placing the fan, which was taller than him and wider than his shoulders, across his knees. One hand held the handle, the other rested by his lower abdomen, silently recovering his soul power.
An hour later, his soul power fully recovered, Wang Zhong resumed the previous action, continuously condensing jade-green energy.
But Wang Zhong had underestimated the amount the fan required. After a day and a night, the fan was only barely repaired to its original appearance.
The fan body was brown, with a tall, lush giant tree depicted on it. The tree canopy reached into the sky, soaring into the clouds, while its roots delved deep into the earth, reaching into the netherworld. The green border was crystal clear. The two-inch thick fan body showcased the fan's substance.
The handle and fan body were formed as one, equally rigid and resilient. A gentle tap produced a metallic clang.
"A good thing!"
Wang Zhong was delighted, his face beaming.
In his perception, although the missing parts were outwardly filled, there was a significant difference in quality. The fan's original material was harder and more formidable than the newly formed parts.
But these were not problems. Wang Zhong discovered that as long as he continuously injected jade-green energy into the fan, the repaired areas would gradually converge towards the original material.
Given enough time, Wang Zhong was certain he could restore it completely.
With the exterior largely completed, the fan, with a hint of reluctance, released Wang Zhong's hand, ceasing to transmit its greedy craving.