Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1961 - 1950: Forging the Golden Figure

Afterward, these golden pillars slowly squirmed in the void, each following different directions and routes."Why do I feel like it's forging something?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Ning Fan's eyes,

as the writhing of these golden pillars made some things increasingly apparent.

It seemed as if there was an invisible mold in the void, with golden liquid being poured into its shape.

Before long, these golden liquids had outlined a rough shape.

Upon seeing this, Ning Fan's soul body shuddered.

The tremor was not from being harmed by the sea of fire, but from the shock it brought.

Even though the golden pattern was not complete, Ning Fan already knew what the true form of the pattern was.

A human. A distinctly bipedal humanoid pattern with visible hands and feet.

It's not a flat humanoid image on canvas, but a three-dimensional figure.

In just a short time, only the head of this golden figure was left unfinished.

"Could it be...?"

Gazing at the golden figure, which was as tall as his soul body, Ning Fan felt a surge of excitement. Before the truth was fully revealed, he had to remain calm.

The speed of the golden liquid's outlining slowed down, completely halting at the neck.

"What's going on?"

The golden humanoid model before him was just missing its head.

Moreover, the golden liquid seemed to have stopped working here.

Perhaps affected by his thoughts, Ning Fan kept looking at the source of the golden liquid—Divine Blood.

The more Ning Fan observed, the more he felt that the golden light emitted by the Divine Blood was starting to dim.

Connecting this with the halted golden action, Ning Fan speculated, "Is it due to insufficient Divine Power?"

The golden liquid was clearly the materialization of Divine Power.

Now with only the head unfinished, besides insufficient Divine Power, Ning Fan could think of no other reason.

"Will it just stop here?"

Unconsciously, Ning Fan's resilient state of mind sensed a touch of death.

Although the presence of Divine Blood had become insignificant after the Spiritual Energy emerged, Ning Fan would never forget the major contributions of the Divine Blood.

But this time, the physical vaporization occurred too quickly, without even having the chance to manifest the Divine General state.

That's why Ning Fan felt somewhat unwilling. He had once fantasized that if he were in the Divine General state, perhaps his body wouldn't vaporize and he could withstand this forbidden spell attack.

But these were all just fantasies; what happened had already happened.

Seeing the Divine Power outline a human shape, it's impossible for Ning Fan to say he had no hope at all, but now that hope seemed to be fading.

"After all, it's just a drop of blood, and the Divine Power it contains is ultimately limited."

In the Ancient Sky City, the Divine Blood had devoured the Holy Temple, collecting thousands of years of Divine Power Stones.

Though it sounded like a lot, who knew how much Divine Power was actually in it.

Coupled with the constant consumption of Divine Power without replenishment, what happened now was quite normal.

"It's really disheartening."

Ning Fan cursed inwardly.

If the Divine Power could complete the construction, even if it couldn't break out of the predicament, he would be willing to accept it.

But this state of being neither here nor there, seeing it, was truly frustrating.

In his dejection, Ning Fan didn't notice the colorful, paint-like hues on his soul body were rapidly fading.

Meanwhile, the dimming Divine Blood's flickering golden sparks began to flare up again.

When the dazzling golden sparks suddenly appeared in the void, Ning Fan finally noticed the anomaly in his soul body.

"It doesn't seem as painful as before?"

When ordinary people experience unbearable pain, they transition from agony to numbness.

In fact, "numbness" might not necessarily be a bad thing; it could even be a kind of protective mechanism,

otherwise, being in a state of extreme tension for long periods would eventually lead to a breakdown.

But in Ning Fan's case, "numbness" was not a concept.

If his consciousness became numb, automatically blocking out spiritual pain,

then Ning Fan wouldn't be able to resist the illusions from the forbidden spell attack.

Once he relaxed, it would be the disappearance of his soul body.

To maintain the state of mind's Great Perfection, there might be many methods, but for now, Ning Fan's only way was to rely on "pain."

In truth, Ning Fan had been "enjoying" this pain. As long as the pain persisted, it proved that his consciousness hadn't disappeared.

Thus, Ning Fan could clearly perceive the diminishing pain.

It wasn't that it suddenly lessened, but rather, it gradually eased like peeling away layers.

After carefully perceiving it a few times, Ning Fan finally confirmed that the pain was indeed slowly subsiding.

"But why is this happening?"

Ning Fan instinctively looked towards the Divine Blood and then noticed several slender threads around it.

Counting them carefully, there were nine in total, each of different colors.

The reduction of pain and the emergence of nine threads.

Thinking of this, Ning Fan wondered in surprise, "Could the Divine Blood be absorbing Divine Power?"

The attack method of the Demon Dragon Refining Kill Formation was to trap a person in space, then incinerate them to ashes with flames.

But the flames weren't ordinary; they were Dragon Flames constructed by the nine Ancestral Dragon Gods using Elemental Divine Power.

In essence, Dragon Flames were Divine Power, just with different elemental attributes.

"If that's the case..."

Ning Fan suddenly thought of a way to counter the forbidden spell, but it required one condition.

Ning Fan fixed his gaze on the headless golden figure beside him. Whether he could walk out of the forbidden spell alive, this golden figure was the key.

The golden figure's head, which hadn't "started working," finally showed some activity.

At the neck, the golden liquid continued to outline upwards.

Chin, cheeks, lips, nose...

From bottom to top. The golden liquid seemed like a brush painting in the void.

Not knowing how long it took, the head was finally completed.

In front of Ning Fan appeared a golden metal statue.

The golden statue's facial features were intricately and subtly crafted, looking identical to Ning Fan's features and frame, practically his replica.

Despite this, the golden figure appeared to be a metal sculpture, not a living being of flesh and blood.

"It looks like the Divine General in the flesh state."

Ning Fan was unsure of the statue's function and even tried to let his soul body approach it actively.

Though becoming a golden figure seemed boastful, as long as he could survive, Ning Fan didn't mind and could find solutions later.

Yet, when Ning Fan's soul body came into contact with the statue, it had no effect at all.

"Could it just be a decorative dead thing?"

Doubt crossed Ning Fan's heart, but he shook his head, thinking it unlikely.

Any anomaly must have its reasons; there wouldn't be useless embellishments without purpose.

"There must be a change; it's just that the opportunity hasn't arrived yet."

But before Ning Fan could await any change in the golden figure,

he noticed the pain began to increase sharply, even potentially shaking the state of mind's Great Perfection.

Scanning around, Ning Fan noticed the nine dragon heads open their mouths once more, brewing elemental Dragon Flames within.