However, each cycle of re-refining this kind of magical treasure requires materials of higher quantity and quality, and truly enhancing it is actually quite difficult.

Fortunately for Jeming, it's just a matter of spending a bit more time.

"However, I can try another method of sacrificial refinement now."

Jeming's expression grew serious.

He extended his fingers, and an almost imperceptible mist was drawn out from his internal space, gently brushing over the surface of the "Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror."

Red Dust Qi, a complex emotional essence refined from the joys, anger, sorrows, loves, and hatreds of countless beings.

It carries the most intense aura of the mortal world, having a significant honing effect on the "spiritual."

Jeming practiced the Qi Control Technique for a long time, and with extremely intricate control power, slowly infused the purest and mildest parts into the mirror surface.

Initially, the mirror surface just developed a deeper chaos, as if covered by invisible sludge.

This kind of chaos is not a flaw but an "ignorance" naturally carried by the magical treasure initially forming, an "unsolved" view of the mortal world.

And the Red Dust Qi, using its essence of immense worldly experiences, "purifies" this ignorance, allowing the magical treasure to truly understand and reflect the mortal world.

But as the Red Dust Qi continued to permeate, the sense of chaos slowly yet steadily faded away.

The mist gradually dissipated, the mirror surface grew clearer, and the light it reflected became increasingly pure.

This transformation was extremely slow, requiring Jeming's patient control.

He could feel that as the Red Dust Qi was absorbed bit by bit by the mirror surface, the weak trace of spiritual essence deep within the magical treasure was being activated.

It was no longer merely a tool but more like a life form possessing preliminary "thoughts," beginning to understand everything it reflected.

When that wisp of Red Dust Qi was completely absorbed, the whole "Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror" took on a new appearance.

The mirror surface was as clear as water, able to reflect Jeming's somewhat tired yet delighted face clearly.

Its rainbow light became more restrained and deep, as if it could encompass all the phenomena in the world.

The obscure runes on its surface became more vivid, as if they possessed breath.

More importantly, Jeming felt the spiritual essence of the magical treasure had also grown stronger.

Due to the deep link with himself, Jeming also keenly felt his consciousness becoming more clear.

"The effect is excellent." Jeming softly praised and retracted the magical treasure.

Immediately, his brow slightly furrowed.

In the feedback from the magical treasure, he clearly sensed a faint trace of "fatigue."

This refining seemed to be an "aggressive enhancement" of the magical treasure's spiritual essence, unadvisable to do multiple times in a short period, otherwise, the spiritual essence could be damaged, even risking collapse.

"It seems the principle of 'extremes meet' also applies in the path of the cultivator." Jeming thoughtfully collected the "Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror" into his body, letting it recover slowly.

After a short rest, Jeming wasted no time and prepared for a second attempt, a bolder one—to directly immerse a thread of Red Dust Qi into his own soul.

He sat cross-legged, spiritual power retracted, guiding the vast Red Dust Qi from his internal space.

This time, he only drew a wisp even weaker than before, as fine as a strand of hair, then cautiously guided it into the depths of his soul.

When that wisp of Red Dust Qi touched the soul, Jeming's mental world seemed to have a bomb thrown into it!

It was not pain, nor shock, but an experience almost all-encompassing!

His consciousness was torn apart in an instant, then reassembled.

He was no longer Jeming, but one among countless mortals.

He saw a poor farmer, toiling under the scorching sun, sweat soaking his clothes, just for a warm meal for his family.

His heart was filled with longing for a bountiful harvest and fear of natural disasters, such simple, survival-driven persistence flowed into Jeming's heart as a warm current.

He felt the young lovers, confiding under the moonlight, two hearts closely connected, that pure love and the sweetness of first love made Jeming's heart tremble involuntarily.

He became a soldier on the battlefield, blades flashing, flesh and blood flying, the screams of companions and the cruel laughter of enemies echoing in his ears.

The despair of facing death, the longing for home, and the desperate will to survive at the last moment made Jeming's breath rapid, almost suffocating.

He experienced the mother who lost her child, sobbing uncontrollably in a cold rainy night, that heart-wrenching sorrow and helplessness made Jeming's tears uncontrollably break through.

He transformed into a noble in the Royal Capital, amidst lavish banquets, false smiles hiding endless calculations and greed, the thirst for power, the pursuit of pleasure, and the insatiable emptiness within the soul made Jeming feel extremely oppressed.

Scene after scene of life's vicissitudes, joys, anger, sorrows, greed, hatred, love and revenge unfolded like a revolving lantern, in an extremely real, extremely personal way, deep within his soul.

He was not a spectator, but a participant, able to truly understand every emotion they experienced at that time, every feeling.

That was the real-life experience of hundreds of thousands, millions of mortals.

A vast stream of information, a torrential flood of emotions, like a volcanic eruption, impacted Jeming's soul.

His spiritual power was almost instantly drained, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Sweat drenched his robe, his face as pale as paper.

Jeming gritted his teeth, stubbornly holding onto the last clarity deep within his soul, avoiding getting lost in the endless Red Dust illusion.

Unknown how much time passed, when that wisp of Red Dust Qi completely merged into the depths of his soul, turning into an imperceptible red glow, Jeming suddenly broke free from that terrifying experience.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just walked through the Ghost Gate.

He opened his eyes, a hint of confusion and post-survival relief in his gaze.

It took a full few minutes for his consciousness to fully return to his body.

Jeming let out a long breath, his body collapsing to the ground, his expression revealing an undeniable fatigue.

This fatigue was not from physical exertion, but from the extreme strain of mind and soul.

However, after exhaustion, came an indescribable clarity and elevation.

The speed of his thought processes seemed to have accelerated, his perception of the surrounding elements became more acute.

It was as if his somewhat murky mental state had been cleansed by the Red Dust Qi, becoming crystal clear.

If the "Eastward Purple Qi" he absorbed daily improved the aptitude of his soul, then the Red Dust Qi enhanced the "purity" of his spiritual power!

It seemed to strip away the impurities, dullness, and redundancies in his soul, refining it bit by bit.

This enhancement in "purity" allowed Jeming's mastery over his own spiritual power to reach a whole new realm.

In terms of the Wizards' specific manifestations, Jeming could clearly sense that his demand threshold for the activity of manipulating elements had dropped once again.

This meant he now needed to expend less spiritual power to perform witchcraft, making it feel easier, as if the elements were more obedient to his will.

Even when encountering some planes with slightly lower elemental activity, Jeming wouldn't be too affected.

At the same time, his precision in controlling his spirit also increased significantly, enabling finer and more meticulous energy manipulation.

This precise manipulation of energy and spirit directly accelerated his advancement in alchemy at a rapid pace.

Many intricate alchemical operations he used to only stay at the theoretical level with or required repeated attempts now became easily manageable in his hands, with a much higher success rate.

Regrettably, like honing a magical treasure, this cannot be used multiple times in a short period.

Jeming could sense the faint red glow deep within his soul, which was currently in a state of saturation, needing time to settle and digest.

Forcing another immersion would instead cause irreversible damage to the soul.

"Red Dust Heart Refining... It's indeed a cultivation method even the Great Dao Book Pavilion recommends." Jeming's eyes were filled with the joy of harvest.

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