Douluo Jueshi: My body was penetrated by the Snow Queen

Chapter 217 Condensing the Divine Core (Please continue reading)

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Xue Wushuang.

At this moment, the only hope is that she can successfully refine the remaining divine power of the Dragon God and find a glimmer of hope for everyone.

Xue Wushuang's veins bulged all over her body, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She gritted her teeth, trying to control all the power surging through her meridians.

But she ultimately underestimated the power of the Dragon God's remaining will—that power seemed to have a life of its own, surging wildly within her body, causing excruciating pain in her meridians as if they were being scorched by fire.

This wisp of will, originating from a powerful god-king, still carries an arrogance that looks down upon all living beings, even though it has been fallen for millions of years.

Without the aid of the Dragon God's bloodline, Xue Wushuang must first use her unparalleled spiritual power to fight against this indomitable will in order to refine this divine power.

Otherwise, these divine powers would be like wild horses that have broken free of their reins, and would never obey her commands.

In Xue Wushuang's sea of ​​consciousness, the will of the Dragon God transformed into a giant dragon phantom radiating seven-colored light. Its eyes were wide open, and it roared at her with earth-shattering force. The powerful sound waves made her soul tremble.

Each breath of dragon's breath stirred up a storm in her mental world, shattering countless fragments of memory.

She endured the excruciating pain that felt like her soul was being torn apart, calmed herself down, and her three soul cores pulsed wildly in her dantian, like erupting volcanoes, continuously spewing out a torrent of soul power that filled every corner of her body, attempting to force the Dragon God's divine power into a corner.

But that divine power was as slippery as an eel, escaping her control time and time again.

"Ah!" Xue Wushuang let out a near-mad roar, her eyes bloodshot, burning with fierce fighting spirit.

She mobilized all her soul power, condensing it into a void ice sword that exuded a chilling aura.

This sword embodies her beliefs and determination; a chilling aura surrounds its blade, freezing the space in its wake.

The ice sword slashed towards the Dragon God's divine power, but the Dragon God's will actually transformed into a phantom, opened its blood-red maw, and spewed out a dazzling seven-colored beam of light, which collided with the ice sword with a thunderous crash.

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted in Xue Wushuang's sea of ​​consciousness, and intense energy fluctuations swept out like a hurricane, almost causing her soul to collapse under the impact.

But Xue Wushuang did not give up. She gritted her teeth and kept injecting new power into the ice sword.

The ice sword and the seven-colored light pillar were locked in a stalemate for a long time. Without the support of new power, the Dragon God finally perished with a mournful cry of unwillingness. At this point, the Dragon God's resistance gradually weakened and was eventually completely controlled by Xue Wushuang.

She was exhausted and collapsed to the ground, but her eyes gleamed with the light of victory.

After a long struggle, the dragon god's power finally shed all its arrogance and transformed into a pure, morning-like halo that exuded the aura of divine spirits.

This power seems to contain the secrets of the beginning of heaven and earth. Every fluctuation can cause the surrounding space to tremble slightly. For gods, it can be called an unparalleled treasure for improving their realm.

With the help of this divine power, Xue Wushuang's path to condensing her divine core no longer seemed so fraught with difficulties.

She slumped to the ground, her clothes soaked with sweat, her hair disheveled and plastered to her pale face.

After a short rest, Xue Wushuang slowly straightened up, gently waving her palm upwards. Three soul cores, each shimmering with a different aura, floated in front of her—crimson like flames symbolizing boundless blood energy, azure like ice condensing ultimate laws, and golden like the sun radiating a sacred aura.

These are Xue Wushuang's three soul cores, which are also the manifestation of Xue Wushuang's essence, energy, and spirit!

The Snow Empress and the Ice Empress watched this scene, their pupils suddenly contracting.

In the world of Soul Masters, condensing a single Soul Core is enough to join the ranks of the powerful, while two Soul Cores are a symbol of the top powerhouses. At this moment, the three Soul Cores surrounding Xue Wushuang exuded a pressure that was almost suffocating; the fluctuations in power indicated that her strength was already infinitely close to that of a god. "I see."

Xue Di muttered to herself, the scene of Xue Wushuang killing Mu En, a level 100 god, involuntarily appearing in her mind.

At first, she thought it was a miracle, but now she realizes that the power contained in those three soul cores was the key to her victory.

Xue Di's expression grew increasingly somber, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

She once thought that she was a genius among geniuses, having condensed a soul core at the Soul Saint realm, but compared to Xue Wushuang, she was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Frustration overwhelmed her like a tidal wave, but what tormented her even more was deep regret.

She looked down at the Ice Emperor beside her, her eyes filled with guilt and self-blame. If she hadn't cleverly persuaded the Ice Emperor to sacrifice himself back then, perhaps the Ice Emperor could still be soaring freely between heaven and earth, and might even have had the chance to survive the heavenly tribulation and achieve a higher realm.

Now, they are about to face an unknown fate together, and it's all her fault. Thinking of this, Xue Di's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled with emotion: "Bing'er, I'm so sorry."

At this moment, Xue Wushuang had no time to pay attention to Xue Di and her entourage. She took a deep breath, and a strange light emanated from her body.

With a low shout, all the Dao traces that had long been integrated into the body were summoned out.

Throughout, the Dao traces of ice and snow were her core, while the Dao of change and the Dao of power served as auxiliary elements, complementing each other.

The first thing to appear was naturally the traces of ice and snow.

These originally formless, intangible, and ethereal Dao traces, in the eyes of Xue Di and others, transformed into wisps of dark blue aura seeping from Xue Wushuang's body.

The aura was like a living thing, rising in wisps and strands. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and a chill began to spread between heaven and earth.

For Xue Di and the others who had lived in the far north for a long time, ordinary cold was nothing, but the icy cold contained in this aura faintly revealed a chilling pressure.

As the azure aura surged and gathered, the clouds in the sky began to churn rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, large flakes of snowflakes fell softly, like countless ice crystal butterflies dancing in the air.

Each snowflake shimmered with a delicate, cold light, and the entire world seemed to be instantly plunged into an eternal winter.

"It's so cold!"

Hyotei suddenly exclaimed as a snowflake lightly landed on her forehead. The seemingly delicate snowflake was like an icy blade, its chill instantly seeping into her bones through her skin.

Hyotei's expression changed drastically. She stared wide-eyed in disbelief. How could a mere snowflake contain such terrifying coldness!

The Zhenbing bloodline that was originally in his body was continuously extracted by Xue Wushuang, turning into wisps of ice and snow Dao traces.

With the blessing of the Zhenbing bloodline, Xue Wushuang's ice and snow Dao traces have become much colder than previous Dao traces, surpassing even the ultimate ice.

This is what made the Ice Emperor, Snow Emperor, and other soul beasts who grew up in the far north feel the chill.

(End of this chapter)