With Crimson Flame and Zhong Zhiyong present, they can take him away if danger arises. Ding Fan sits in the tent, calmly cultivating his soul.
He takes out a soul crystal, a very small one, about the size of a pea. It is soft white and semi-transparent, with some strange veins visible inside.
Ding Fan looked at it several times, exuding True Yuan from his whole body, making the soul crystal appear crystal clear. Then he closed his eyes and quietly comprehended. After True Yuan covered the soul crystal, it emitted a faint white light and then slowly melted into a soul light which entered Ding Fan's body.
"Hmm..."
After that light entered his body, Ding Fan felt warm and comfortable. He gradually controlled those essences within his mind.
When these lights reached the soul, the entire soul suddenly sparkled, absorbing the white spiritual light.
"What a good thing!"
