A deafening roar erupted in the sandy expanse. This time, the outcome was drastically different from the previous attempts.

The silver-white monster struck by the Thunderbolt Spear did not vanish, purified by the power within; instead, like the golden creature in the cave, its entire body exploded, scattering chunks of flesh and green ichor across the ground, pocking the surrounding yellow sand with countless holes.

Mou Zilong paused for a beat, then burst into unrestrained joy. "Brother He, you succeeded!"

He Yiming let out a hearty laugh, his heart overflowing with elation. This success held a profoundly significant meaning for him.

The most beneficial aspect, arguably, was the surge of light power sealed within the Thunderbolt Spear.

Slowly restraining his laughter, He Yiming half-closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his Dantian. Right there, he began to comprehend that marvelous, quasi-divine realm light energy.

This power was indeed different from the light power he currently controlled; it was a difference in level, not merely in quantity.

Although both types of light power belonged to the same energy system, one was like paper, the other like coal—the light and heat released upon ignition from the same volume would be absolutely disparate.

Within his Dantian, the quasi-divine light power was decomposing bit by bit. This process was astonishingly swift; in barely fifteen minutes, all the quasi-divine light power from one Thunderbolt Spear had been completely broken down.

Subtly, He Yiming felt his control over his own power had advanced a step further, but it was an incredibly nuanced sensation, impossible to articulate precisely.

After all, to master the quasi-divine realm power with such casual analysis would be too absurd.

Spreading his arms wide as if to embrace the world, He Yiming unleashed a sharp, piercing cry. This sound echoed continuously across the barren sands, growing louder amidst the howling wind.

As his emotions gradually settled, a sharp glint flashed in He Yiming's eyes. He immediately resolved to collect as much quasi-divine light power as possible and store it for gradual analysis and insight later.

He had a strong intuition that this light power, belonging to the quasi-divine realm, would undoubtedly be a guiding beacon for his future martial path. Compared to this, the effect of infusing Yin-Yang Power to enhance the overall might of the Thunderbolt Spears seemed secondary.

However, Mou Zilong certainly did not perceive it this way; his face was beaming with delight.

Having personally experienced the combat results of these two types of Thunderbolt Spears, he deeply understood the immense power amplification that would result from converting every spear in their possession into the mutated variant.

Once He Yiming's long cry faded, Mou Zilong immediately asked with concern, "Brother He, how many can you convert?"

He Yiming hesitated for a moment. "Since we have found the method, we can convert as many as there are."

Mou Zilong's eyebrows lifted slightly, his entire face alight with excitement.

He slipped off his bracelet, gave a gentle wave, and a neat row of Thunderbolt Spears instantly materialized before them.

The eight thousand Thunderbolt Spears did not occupy much space, especially when arranged so orderly.

He Yiming’s gaze flickered, a hint of surprise surfacing in his eyes.

If he could absorb all the light power within this multitude of spears, it would bring immense benefits to his future progress.

Yet, if he hadn't possessed the Chaos Dantian, he wouldn't have been able to store the light power of a quasi-divine realm expert, let alone comprehend such power.

With another wave of his hand, hundreds of Thunderbolt Spears rose into the air. Under He Yiming's divine control, their tails flew towards him and adhered tightly to his body.

At this moment, He Yiming’s body functioned like a massive funnel, drawing in the power from those hundred-plus spears using a fluctuating light energy that was both substantial and illusory. Practice made perfect; as He Yiming grew more proficient in wielding this interwoven power of substance and illusion, the speed at which he guided the light energy increased dramatically.

Moments later, all the pure light power vanished; the spears were left hollow, devoid of divine energy. At that exact instant, hundreds of streams of the combined Yin-Yang Power surged forth, replacing the positions previously held by the pure light energy, completely occupying the interior of every Thunderbolt Spear.

In just half an hour, those hundred-plus mutated Thunderbolt Spears were completely transformed.

Mou Zilong watched, utterly dumbfounded. In his memory, even that quasi-divine realm light expert could never achieve this level of speed. Had He Yiming’s understanding of the martial path surpassed that elder who had spent his entire life immersed in light power?

However, he remained ignorant that the golden aperture actually contained two distinct energies: light and darkness. Simply infusing one type of energy would naturally be extremely difficult, but simultaneously infusing the combined Yin-Yang Power made the task effortlessly simple.

The only issue was that in this world, He Yiming was the sole individual capable of fusing light and darkness into one entity. Therefore, he alone had discovered this secret.

Converting a hundred spears in fifteen minutes—He Yiming was quite satisfied with this efficiency. Of course, what pleased him most was the accumulation of a hundred portions of quasi-divine realm expert light power within his Dantian.

Still, this quantity was far too meager for He Yiming, who sought to fully comprehend the quasi-divine realm.

With a slight shake of his body, the more than one hundred mutated Thunderbolt Spears gathered together and settled before Mou Zilong. Then, another hundred spears flew towards him, clinging tightly to his body.

In his fervent pursuit to accumulate more quasi-divine light power, He Yiming spared no effort.

Batch after batch, for a full five hours, the original eight thousand Thunderbolt Spears were reduced by half. Within He Yiming’s Dantian, the previously faint quasi-divine light power began to accumulate steadily. Though still far from powerful, it was sufficient for a period of use.

By this time, however, He Yiming himself felt a distinct draining of vigor, a fading of reserve strength.

But looking at the results of his efforts—the four thousand mutated Thunderbolt Spears—a spark of pride ignited within him.

In just five hours, through constant output, he had infused the Yin-Yang Power into four thousand spears, a truly remarkable feat for someone at the Void God Realm.

Yet, this process only deepened his admiration for that quasi-divine realm expert.

The more this power he absorbed, the greater He Yiming’s realization became.

That expert, when dispensing the light power, had clearly applied just enough—the quantity infused was only enough to purify one golden monster.

Considering the number of Thunderbolt Spears this person must have created over a century, such stinginess was entirely understandable.

But to be able to master the application of power with such precision—He Yiming felt profoundly inferior.

A thought even crossed his mind: if he could seek counsel from that expert face-to-face, he would have no regrets. Of course, he knew this thought was likely just a pipe dream.

Anyone proficient in light power would certainly be a venerable Divine Path expert from previous generations of the Western Temple. His actions before establishing himself with the Western Temple had not been concealed from those peak masters, so in He Yiming's estimation, that expert must surely know of the subsequent developments.

Perhaps in this environment, the expert wouldn't seek him out for trouble, but expecting them to impart the profound secrets of light power now was wishful thinking.

"Brother He, you should rest now. We can resume our refining tomorrow," Mou Zilong stated solemnly.

He Yiming nodded slightly, settling his mind to begin absorbing the surrounding heaven and earth energies. In truth, with his current strength, he could transform another two thousand spears without issue. However, forcing himself to the breaking point would lead to utter exhaustion—a state He Yiming was determined to avoid through all means.

An hour later, He Yiming opened his eyes. "Brother Mou, we can begin."

Mou Zilong shook his head. "Brother He, take more rest. We don't need to rush this."

He Yiming waved his hand, his expression serious. "It is best not to delay; let us start."

Unable to persuade He Yiming, Mou Zilong reluctantly brought out the remaining Thunderbolt Spears.

Gazing at the pile covering the ground, He Yiming unhesitatingly plunged back into the intense yet systematic labor, truly fearful of leaving any task unfinished.

Only after drawing all the quasi-divine light power from these spears into his Dantian would He Yiming finally feel truly secure.

Thus, after another five hours, when He Yiming completed the transformation of the final few dozen spears, he finally let out a long, relieved breath.

The look in Mou Zilong's eyes shifted to one of deeper respect.

He did not know He Yiming's true objective, only believing that this young Divine Path expert was burning with passion, dedicating himself fully to increasing the power of the Thunderbolt Spears, regardless of personal cost. Such selflessness naturally commanded immense reverence.

After a moment of hesitation, Mou Zilong called out loudly, "Brother He, these eight thousand mutated Thunderbolt Spears, we shall each take half."

Although it meant losing half the total, Mou Zilong was completely content, knowing that if used properly, the power unleashed by the remaining four thousand-plus spears would surpass the previous total by more than double.

He Yiming smiled and shook his head. "Brother Mou, I have no need for the Thunderbolt Spears. I only ask a favor."

Mou Zilong’s expression hardened with gravity. "Brother He, state your request; I shall obey without question."

He Yiming pointed to the multitude of spears on the ground. "I heard that other Divine Path experts also possess large caches of these spears. I ask Brother Mou to act as the intermediary so that I may transform all of them."

Mou Zilong stared blankly at He Yiming for a long moment before finally bowing deeply. "Brother He’s great righteousness—this old brother is truly convinced..."

He Yiming looked at the man, blinking, utterly confused as to where exactly he had displayed such "great righteousness."

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