The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2554: The Suffering of Spiritual Root Refining

The light around was like flexible silk threads, continuously drilling into Matthew's body.

Each ray of light seemed to contain endless energy. The moment it touched his body, it was like a tired bird returning to its nest, eagerly merging into the depths of his spiritual roots.

Those rays of light shuttled happily through his body, bringing an unprecedented feast to his spiritual roots.

His spiritual roots, nourished by this light, were improving rapidly at an astonishing speed.

Matthew knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In this extremely dangerous space crack, it is truly a rare opportunity to encounter a situation that is so conducive to improving one's spiritual roots.

He did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and immersed himself completely in the wonderful process of improving his spiritual roots.

At the same time, Matthew was frantically circulating the magic power in his body, directly tempering the magic power again.

The mana circulated in his meridians like a rushing river, becoming purer and more condensed with each flow. His body was like a huge furnace, removing the impurities in the mana one by one, leaving only the purest and most powerful power.

This kind of tempering of magic power not only further enhanced his strength, but also prepared him for the upcoming tempering of his spiritual roots.

In this dark and mysterious space crack, who could have thought that someone would actually do something in such a dangerous environment that seemed to have nothing to do with escape, but was related to the future leap in strength.

Even Matthew himself had not expected that such an opportunity would come to him.

At this moment, he has completely forgotten the passage of time.

In this space isolated from the outside world, time seemed to have lost its meaning. In his world, the only things left were the improvement of his spiritual roots and the tempering of his magic power.

Matthew put all his thoughts on improving his spiritual roots. He knew that if he missed this opportunity, there would probably never be another one.

There are very few things in the human world that can improve spiritual roots, and he has searched for many years but has not found many useful resources.

But now, with such a godsend opportunity before him, how could he easily miss it?

His eyes revealed determination and persistence, as if telling himself that he must seize this opportunity no matter what to maximize the improvement of his spiritual roots.

As time went by, Matthew felt that his spiritual roots had improved to a very impressive level.

He vaguely felt that the improvement of his spiritual roots seemed to have reached a bottleneck and could no longer grow as rapidly as before.

At this moment, the voice of the old man Zi Ding sounded in his spiritual sea: "The next step is to temper your spiritual roots. The process will be very painful. Others can go through it five times at most, but you will have to go through it eight times. Only after you have tempered your spiritual roots, you can be considered to have completely completed the improvement and transformation of your spiritual roots."

Matthew's heart trembled. He knew that tempering spiritual roots would not be easy, but he did not expect it to be so difficult.

However, he had no intention of backing down, but instead became even more determined.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'm ready."

The old man Zi Ding didn't say anything else, as if he was waiting for the right opportunity.

Matthew quietly felt the changes in his body, waiting attentively for the tempering to begin.

When Matthew noticed that the light around him seemed to become more intense and hotter, he knew that the tempering was about to begin.

Sure enough, the next moment, all the light from all around gathered towards his body.

Those rays of light were like a surging tide, instantly drowning him.

In an instant, a look of pain appeared on Matthew's originally calm face.

His brows were tightly furrowed together, like two volcanoes about to erupt.

His teeth were chattering and the muscles in his cheeks were bulging, showing that he was in great pain.

His eyes were closed tightly, his long eyelashes trembled constantly, and sweat rolled down his forehead like raindrops, soaking his clothes.

Matthew let out an uncontrollable groan from his mouth.

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, full of pain and struggle.

The muffled groan echoed in the cracks of the empty space, as if telling of his torment.

However, he suppressed the severe pain coming from the depths of his soul.

The pain was like sharp needles, piercing his soul densely. He wanted to scream loudly, but he could only let out a muffled groan.

His body was trembling slightly, and every muscle seemed to be fighting a fierce battle and could lose control at any time.

His legs were slightly bent, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, blood was seeping out from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

As the light continued to pour in, Matthew's pain grew more intense.

His soul seemed to be in a huge furnace, burning in raging flames.

The flames kept jumping and roaring, trying to devour him completely.

His meridians were also impacted by a powerful force, as if they were about to burst.

Every meridian was wailing in pain, as if protesting against him.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and every breath seemed like he was struggling back from the brink of death.

His chest heaved violently, as if an invisible giant hand was kneading his body wantonly.

His body began to twitch uncontrollably, and his limbs danced wildly as if out of his control.

During this process, Matthew's consciousness began to become blurred.

Pictures flashed through his mind, including the happy times of his childhood, the difficulties and obstacles he encountered on the path of cultivation, and his long-cherished desire for powerful strength.

These images flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope, making him more determined to endure the pain and complete the tempering.

His body gradually became numb in pain, as if he was isolated from the outside world.

But he knew that this was only temporary, as the powerful tempering force was still constantly impacting his soul and meridians.

He gritted his teeth, endured every bit of pain, and silently encouraged himself in his heart.

"I must hold on, I must complete the tempering and become a truly strong man!"

As time went on, the influx of light grew more violent.

Matthew's body seemed to be under a tremendous pressure, and every inch of his skin seemed to be torn apart.

Under the impact of this force, his soul continued to tremble and struggle, as if it could be reduced to ashes at any time.

However, Matthew never gave up.

He held on with his strong will and persistent pursuit of strength.

Every painful torture made his will stronger.

Every time his soul trembled, it made his spirit stronger.

During this long and painful tempering process, Matthew's body gradually changed.

His spiritual roots became more solid and powerful under repeated impacts.

The traces of impurities originally hidden deep in the spiritual roots were eliminated bit by bit by this powerful force, leaving only the purest and most powerful power.

His meridians were also constantly being widened and strengthened, becoming tougher and stronger, able to withstand even more powerful impacts.

After an unknown amount of time, when the last ray of light merged into Matthew's body, he finally slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes revealed an unprecedented firmness and confidence, as if he had been reborn.

At this time, his spiritual roots had completed a transformation, becoming more stable and powerful.

Although there was still some fatigue and pain in his body, he knew that it was all worth it.