Chapter 154: Condensing the Soul Power Core
In a remote kingdom region, a village was swallowed by raging flames, the fire reaching the heavens, dyeing the entire night sky blood-red.
The smell of burning flesh drifted with the wind, mixed with a thick scent of blood.
Rolling thick smoke rose into the sky, like a silent accusation against the heavens.
Before the village, a group of figures stood in silence.
The firelight illuminated their faces, and in everyone's eyes, killing intent and deep sorrow surged.
A young boy knelt before a middle-aged man; his clothes were tattered, his face covered in soot, and his eyes were filled with monstrous hatred. "I want to join you."
The boy's voice was hoarse, yet extremely resolute: "I want power, I want revenge—"
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then spat out two words: "You will die!"
"Haha."
The boy let out a miserable laugh, the shrill sound piercingly harsh in the dark night. "I am already living a life worse than death. As long as I can have my revenge, I am willing even if it means descending into the eighteenth layer of Hell."
Looking at the boy before him, the middle-aged man's gaze seemed to flicker for a moment.
However, he quickly regained his senses, his eyes, filled with the vicissitudes of life, seemingly seeing into the depths of the boy's Soul.
After a long while, he nodded slightly.
"Since you have decided to join us," his voice was low and solemn, "then repeat after me."
"With my broken body, I bear the darkness; with suffering as the contract, and the blade as the guide."
The boy followed, reciting word by word, his voice hoarse yet firm.
"In the name of the Sun, I shall execute justice and eliminate evil."
"All who are evil, must be slain!"
"All who break the contract, shall be devoured by darkness!"
After the boy finished reciting the last sentence, a blood-red potion appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.
Under the reflection of the fire, the solution emitted an eerie luster, as if it were congealed blood.
"You still have a chance to regret it now."
The man handed the potion to the boy.
The boy grabbed the potion, his eyes fierce like a wounded lone wolf: "But I no longer wish to regret anything."
The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "The oath you just made must be carved into your flesh and bone marrow. As long as you endure, you will be reborn."
The boy tilted his head back and drank it down. The next instant, a shrill, miserable scream tore through the night.
The boy curled up on the ground, rolling in agony, his veins bulging all over his body, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his bone marrow.
Yet amidst the screams, the light in the boy's eyes grew increasingly fervent.
It was a kind of near-insane obsession, a determination to bet everything, even his own life.
The people around watched quietly, not one of them stepping forward.
Because... they had also walked this path step by step.
It was unknown how much time had passed, but the screaming gradually subsided.
The boy lay on the ground, gasping for air, his whole body drenched in sweat, as if he had just walked through the gates of Hell.
The middle-aged man leaned down, pulled him up from the ground, and patted his shoulder, "Welcome to... the Sun Cult!"
Afterward, the group built graves for this village that no longer had any signs of life.
Swish. A black shadow suddenly swept overhead, flapping its wings, and a slightly sharp voice came from above, urgent and cold.
"Found them, to the northeast, thirty kilometers away!"
Everyone present looked up simultaneously, killing intent reignited in their eyes.
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, his voice low.
"We... should go!"
Yin Yang Ice and Fire Well.
At the confluence of the frigid and scorching springs, the misty vapor never dissipated, shrouding this medicinal garden like a fairyland.
Lin Yang sat cross-legged on a large bluestone by the spring, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and steady, faintly carrying a special rhythm.
Within his body, his Soul Power surged like a tide; with every breath, that viscous tide seemed to become a fraction more solid.
The entire process was long and tedious, allowing for no impatience.
And for this state, Lin Yang had already persisted for a full half a year.
In over half a year, his cultivation had not seen any Breakthrough.
But only he himself knew what a terrifying level his internal Soul Power had reached.
If it weren't for the Demon God Body after its second Awakening, his body would have long since been unable to bear it and would have exploded directly.
Within his body, every Meridian, every inch of flesh contained majestic Soul Power.
And now, it had reached a critical state.
Even with a tiny bit more, he might explode like a pricked balloon.
"It is time..."
Lin Yang opened his eyes, and two sharp gazes shot out from his pitch-black pupils.
In his Dantian, the originally full liquid Soul Power had been compressed into a ball the size of a fist.
Cracks faintly appeared on the surface, as if it could shatter at any moment.
Now was the most critical moment.
Success would be fine, but once it failed, although he wouldn't die, the efforts of half a year would all go to waste.
Lin Yang took a deep breath, his mind sinking in, and his Spiritual Power wrapped around that sphere like silk threads, beginning the final compression.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Every rotation and compression was accompanied by intense pain.
It felt as if a knife was constantly performing Lingchi on his Dantian.
Veins bulged on Lin Yang's forehead, but his breathing remained steady, without the slightest disorder.
Lan Qin stood guard by his side, feeling equally anxious, but she knew she couldn't help and could only pray silently.
It is unknown how much time had passed when a terrifying Aura that seemed capable of piercing the heavens erupted from within Lin Yang's body!
An invisible wave of air, mixed with a heart-stopping sharpness, swept outwards.
The mist of the Yin Yang Ice and Fire Well was instantly torn apart, revealing the azure sky above.
Lan Qin had been prepared; the moment it erupted, a dense vine net had already wrapped around the medicinal garden.
The sharp power of Sharp Metal instantly cut through the Blue Silver vine net, but it quickly grew and spread again.
If one layer wasn't enough, then two; if two weren't enough, then ten.
Endless growth was the Profound Truth of the Blue Silver Emperor.
And at this moment, a golden Soul Power core floated quietly in the center of Lin Yang's Dantian, slowly rotating.
Each rotation caused pure Soul Power to overflow from it, traveling along his Meridians through his whole body, then flowing back and condensing again.
Round and round, endlessly.
The Ultimate Metal Soul Power core was complete!
But it wasn't over yet.
At this moment, the Soul Power he had accumulated previously erupted, pouring into the Soul Power core all at once.
The Soul Power core did not refuse any of this, absorbing it all.
And Lin Yang's cultivation level soared like a rocket.
Level 56.
Level 57.
Level 58.
In just a few breaths, Lin Yang's Soul Power had broken through the Level 59 barrier and finally leveled off.
A hint of regret flashed in Lin Yang's eyes.
If it weren't for the Ultimate Metal, he might have already broken through to Level 60.
But if there were no Ultimate, could he still have condensed the Soul Power core?
That was the question.
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