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Mark slowly opened his eyes, and golden light flowed in his eyes, like two bright stars. He felt the surging power in his body, and an unprecedented power filled his body and mind. The runes on the altar gradually dimmed and finally returned to calm, as if they had completed their mission. The surrounding trees swayed gently and rustled, as if cheering for him.

Albert walked quickly to Mark's side, with an unconcealed joy on his face. "You succeeded, Mark!" His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of excitement, "You absorbed the energy of the core of the holy stone!"

Mark stood up, clenched his fists, and felt the surging power in his body. The holy stone formed by the fusion of four holy stone fragments is now quietly suspended in his body, emitting a soft light, echoing each other, as if it were one. He was in a mutated state before, and his consciousness was asleep, and he did not see the scene of the holy stone fragments merging into his body. Now he found that the four fragments were aggregated and merged with the energy of the holy stone core to form a new power, as if he was a new holy stone.

In the surge of this power, Mark felt that something in the depths of his soul was touched. It was a cold and ancient breath, it flowed through his blood, intertwined with the power of the Holy Stone. He closed his eyes, went deep into his heart, and tried to capture the source of that breath.

Suddenly, an ice-blue light flashed in the depths of his soul. It was like a soul that had been imprisoned for a long time, feeling the call of the Holy Stone's energy and began to slowly wake up. It was the Ice Abyss Beast Ice Shadow.

Ice Shadow's consciousness came into contact with Mark's soul, and its power resonated with the core energy of the Holy Stone. Mark felt a strange fusion, and the power of Ice Shadow flowed into his limbs like a cold spring, forming a sharp contrast with the hot energy of the Holy Stone. His body was filled with two forces at the same time, one cold and one hot, one yin and one yang, reaching a wonderful balance.

Mark opened his eyes, and there were golden and ice-blue light spots in his pupils, which was the proof of the fusion of the Holy Stone and Ice Shadow's power. He stretched out his hand, and there was nothing on his palm, but he could feel the power of Ice Shadow condensing in his palm, forming an invisible ice blade.

Mark waved his hand, which was condensed with the power of ice shadow, and a huge stone in front of him was instantly cut into two halves, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror. The broken stones slid down along the cut, making a slight friction sound, which was particularly clear in the silent forest. The sun shone through the dense tree canopy, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground, illuminating the smooth cut surface like a mirror, and also illuminating the surprised expression on Mark's face.

He looked at his hands, his palms were slightly warm, as if holding an invisible flame. The perfect combination of ice and fire.

Seeing this, Albert took a step back in shock, his eyes widened, and he looked at the power displayed by Mark in disbelief. "This... this power..." Albert's tone was trembling, "It's more powerful than the previous holy stone energy!"

He looked at Mark with awe and a hint of imperceptible fear. He took a step back and unconsciously hid his body behind a huge tree. The rough texture of the trunk hurt his palm, but he didn't care at all. Mark felt that Bingying's soul power could control the power in his body, just like his arm and fingers, and his heart moved at will. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile. He was not overwhelmed by this sudden power, but thought more calmly about how to use this power.

"I need to be stronger." Mark whispered to himself, his eyes full of determination.

He pointed his palm at Albert, "Albert, I'm going to try to merge the power of the holy stone with the power of Bingying again, you be careful." His tone was calm, but with unquestionable majesty.

Hearing this, Albert instinctively raised his hands to resist, his body tensed, and prepared for defense. He held his breath and stared at Mark without blinking, his eyes full of vigilance and a hint of tension that was difficult to conceal.

He felt that the air around him solidified, and an inexplicable sense of oppression made him almost breathless. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on his face, making him look even more nervous.

However, what Mark released was not an attack, but a gentle energy, which was warm and comfortable, like a spring breeze, with a faint fragrance.

The energy quickly wrapped Albert, penetrated into his body, and repaired the hidden injuries left by his previous battle. Albert felt a warm current flowing through his body, and the pain left by the previous battle gradually disappeared, replaced by a feeling of relaxation and comfort.

He slowly put down his hands, feeling the healing of his injuries, his eyes full of surprise and gratitude. He stretched his muscles and bones, and his originally stiff body became flexible. He took a deep breath, and a stream of fresh air rushed into his lungs, making him feel refreshed. He looked at Mark with even more awe.

"My injury... is healed?" Albert touched his chest in disbelief. There was a deep sword wound there, but now it has completely disappeared, leaving only a faint trace.

He looked at Mark with gratitude and admiration.

Mark retracted his palm and a faint smile appeared on his face. "It seems that the fused wood attribute power is the same as I imagined." He looked at Albert with a hint of relief in his tone, but his eyes were still vigilant. He knew that this was just a preliminary attempt, and he needed more practice to fully control this powerful force.

Sensing the balance of power in his body, Mark tried to mobilize a stronger power again. He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and focused his mind on the power of the Holy Stone and the Ice Shadow.

He felt the two forces blending in his body, like two rivers converging into a rushing river, full of infinite possibilities.

He raised his hands high to communicate the power of the Holy Stone and the Ice Shadow in his body. The air around him began to fluctuate, the leaves rustled, and the birds flew away in surprise, as if they felt that some powerful force was awakening. The sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds rolled, covering the sky, as if the end of the world was about to come. The howling wind rolled up the fallen leaves and dust, forming a series of rotating air currents.

A huge golden light column fell from the sky, enveloping Mark. The beam of light was dazzling, like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, exuding a sacred and majestic atmosphere. The beam of light illuminated the entire forest, dispelling the darkness, and also made Mark's figure look like a god, tall and majestic.

"What...what kind of power is this?" Albert muttered to himself as he looked at Mark, who was shrouded in the golden beam of light, his eyes full of shock and awe.

He felt a strong sense of oppression that made him almost unable to breathe. He knelt on the ground involuntarily and worshiped the figure emitting sacred light.

"I feel it..." Mark's voice came from the beam of light, with a hint of excitement and a hint of solemnity, "Unprecedented power!" His voice echoed in the wind, with a strange tremor, as if the whole world was responding to his call. Mark in the beam of light closed his eyes tightly, and the golden light flowed on his body, sliding across his skin like liquid, outlining his strong muscle lines. He slowly opened his eyes, and the golden light burst out from his eyes, illuminating the rolling dark clouds around him.

"This feeling... is unprecedented!" Mark clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his body, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked down at his hands, and the golden light jumped between his palms, as if it could turn into a force that could destroy everything at any time.

Albert, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at Mark bathed in golden light, his eyes full of awe. He felt a strong sense of oppression, which did not come from malice, but from a kind of oppression brought by pure power. He subconsciously held his breath, fearing that he would disturb this sacred moment. He felt like he was looking up at God, and his heart was full of awe and curiosity about the unknown power. The surrounding trees swayed violently in the strong wind, and the leaves were blown all over the sky, as if cheering for this powerful force.