Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 173 The Call of the Gods

Wu Xuan subconsciously looked up at the sky. Even though there was nothing above Seagod Island, at that moment, his eyes seemed to become completely transparent, and his seemingly gentle gaze seemed to be able to see through everything.

Both Elder Mu and Elder Xuan were attracted by Wu Xuan's eyes. At this moment, Wu Xuan seemed to have entered a very strange state. In this state, everything around him became extremely slow, as if it was still.

This state didn't last long; Wu Xuan lowered his head again, his expression calm. However, in just a dozen seconds, he seemed to have been completely transformed.

After his own spiritual world and soul power were more and more perfectly integrated, he seemed to hear a call. He didn't know where it came from, but it just guided him to look up at the sky.

He seemed to vaguely see another world, and the calling voice was ethereal, but it gave him an indescribable strange feeling.

At this moment, Bingdi and Tianmeng in Wu Xuan's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness were extremely excited, because in that instant, Wu Xuan clearly sensed the divine realm that they had been thinking about day and night.

After regaining consciousness, Wu Xuan recalled the scene just now and muttered to himself, "Is that the God Realm?" I didn't expect that I could sense the location of the God Realm so quickly.

Wu Xuan took a deep breath to calm himself down, but did not lose his composure. He had to take one step at a time. He had just broken through to the Soul Emperor level, and there was still a long way to go.

Wu Xuan gazed at the brilliant silver vortex that had formed before him. Just a glance felt as if his soul was being sucked into it. Within the solid silver vortex lay endless darkness and depth, as well as endless unknowns. He had no idea of ​​the immense soul power stored within.

Fine purple ripples rippled across the vortex's surface, gradually coalescing into a strange spear that looked like a miniature version of the Soul-Breaking Spear.

Wu Xuan had a strange feeling that he was somehow connected to this brilliant silver vortex.

He succeeded, and successfully condensed his own soul core at the level of Soul Emperor.

However, the soul power in his body and the spiritual power in his two spiritual seas were almost completely drained. He had used up two of the original light balls stored by the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm and nearly a third of the original soul power stored in him by the Ice Emperor. But it was all worth it.

After constructing the soul core, Wu Xuan felt that the soul power depleted in his body was recovering several times faster than before.

But at this moment he had no time to think about these things. His top priority now was to guide this soul core to merge into himself.

Before that, he looked up at Elder Mu and Elder Xuan standing beside him.

Condensing a soul core with the cultivation of a Soul Emperor had never happened in the continent's history for thousands of years. This little fellow before him had made history! Witnessing this miracle with his own eyes, even Mu Lao was filled with shock and joy.

The expression on Elder Xuan's face was fascinating, but even more so, he was filled with joy at Wu Xuan's successful formation of a Soul Core. "That little guy is incredible! Successfully constructing a Soul Core at the Soul Emperor level, do you know what that means?"

Wu Xuan shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't know.

Elder Xuan laughed heartily. "This means you've made history. It means you'll be able to reach the bottleneck of level 89 in a relatively short period of time. This is your opportunity. Although it will make it more difficult for you to reach the Titled Douluo realm, I believe that with your talent, you will be able to overcome it."

Wu Xuan smiled knowingly when he heard this.

"Xiaoxuan, try to absorb it." Mu Lao's voice was calm, but it had a convincing tone.

The first soul core was constructed at level 60, which meant that Wu Xuan had the possibility of becoming a strong man in a short period of time. He had decided that even if his vitality was damaged, he would protect Wu Xuan to successfully fuse the soul core.

Wu Xuan looked at the smile that unconsciously appeared on Mu Lao's face, collected his thoughts, and responded solemnly.

With the protection of two top masters, Mu Lao and Xuan Lao, he knew that now was a perfect opportunity.

His mind moved as he wished, and the solid, silver, vortex-shaped soul core was drawn closer by his thoughts.

As the distance got closer, the solid silver vortex-shaped soul core and the purple light patterns on its surface gradually shrank. When it reached the center of Wu Xuan's eyebrows, it had shrunk into a crystal surrounded by silver light.

At this moment, Elder Mu and Elder Xuan already understood what Wu Xuan was going to do.

The human body has three locations for the soul core: the center of the eyebrows, the chest, and the lower abdomen, corresponding to the upper, middle, and lower Dantian respectively.

Normally, the easiest place to absorb soul cores is the lower abdomen, followed by the chest, and the most difficult is the center of the eyebrows. Because the center of the eyebrows is close to the brain, if there is a mistake, it can easily threaten life.

The most suitable location for the spiritual soul core is undoubtedly the center of the eyebrows, so Wu Xuan naturally chose the center of the eyebrows.

Seeing Wu Xuan choose the center of the eyebrows, Old Xuan couldn't help but feel worried.

The silver light converged, and the soul core entered his body. Wu Xuan's body suddenly shook violently. In an instant, silver light surged around him, and his mental power became as if it were real. Two blood-red hundred thousand year soul rings enlarged in circles, appearing one by one around his body.

"Two hundred thousand year soul rings? When has this little fellow's Soul Breaking Spear ever absorbed two hundred thousand year soul rings?" Old Xuan was so stunned that he even forgot to chew the chicken in his mouth.

Old Mu chuckled and didn't care much. This was Wu Xuan's opportunity. Who hasn't had an opportunity when they were young?

The changes that Mu Lao and Xuan Lao worried about did not happen. Although Wu Xuan's body and spiritual sea were under tremendous pressure and pain during the process of fusing the soul core, it was still within the range he could bear.

In terms of physical strength and mental power, compared with the average Titled Douluo, he is only stronger, not weaker.

Spirit world!

At this moment, a series of extremely terrifying auras rose into the sky. Apparently, Wu Xuan's instantaneous perception had been sensed by many gods in the divine realm.

"The aura just now seemed to come from the Douluo Continent." A young man with short fiery red hair murmured.

"The continent where the new Sea God ascended?" a pretty woman asked in surprise.

"I sensed a power of the same origin. I feel that he is very suitable to be my successor." A man wearing a brown scarf narrowed his eyes slightly and said with surprise.

"What do you mean by your successor? Mr. Fengshen is flattering you. I even said he was my successor." A man hidden in a cloak snorted coldly.

"God of Space, why are you itching to practice again? Do you need me to practice with you?" The God of Wind glanced at the newcomer coldly.

"God of Wind, I know you want to pass on the throne and leave the God Realm, but I also want to. Apart from the descendants of the two God Kings, how long has it been since there has been a good seedling who can sense the God Realm on his own?" The God of Space said without giving in.

"Then you two can have a fight. The winner will have the right to inherit the throne and run away." The man with short fiery red hair fanned the flames.

"Yes, fight, fight." The beautiful woman also applauded.

Upon seeing this scene, the gods who were watching all made way. The abilities of the God of Wind and the God of Space counteracted each other, and their abilities were equally matched, so they had always disliked each other.

Life in the divine world is boring and too dull, and they don’t want to miss a good show.

The atmosphere became tense, and just when the two were about to explode, a burly man in iron armor suddenly appeared between them.

"God of Destruction, what do you mean?" The God of Wind frowned.

"There's no need for you two to fight. This person is the one I've already chosen as my successor." The God of Destruction said in a calm voice.

"God of Destruction, this is against the rules." The God of Space said dissatisfiedly.

"Rules? It's ridiculous to mention rules to me. If you have any questions, you can report to the Divine Realm Committee, but the result will not change." The myth-breaker disappeared in front of everyone.

"Disperse, disperse! There's no more fun to watch." The gods shook their heads and left.

"Damn God of Destruction, isn't he just relying on having a good boss? How hateful, but why am I so envious! Why don't I have it?" The God of Space turned around and left, cursing.

The Wind God looked at the departing God of Destruction from afar, a sneer curling up on his lips. "The seed of divinity has not yet been passed down, and the successor is still unknown. How can I let you take away the heir of my power, who shares the same roots and origins as me?"

(End of this chapter)