Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

At the point of contact, a continuous, extremely sharp scraping sound erupted.

Large plumes of bright white sparks, mixed with crystal fragments and stone powder, were sprayed and splashed wildly in a radial pattern, illuminating the surrounding area for tens of meters with intermittent light and shadow.

It was as if a brief but violent spark of metal had been ignited in the sandstorm!

A pungent smell, similar to burning ore, filled the air.

The stalemate lasted for a full three breaths!

For a high-speed duel, three breaths is long enough.

Finally, with a crisp yet desperate "crack" that sounded like glass shattering completely.

A huge radial crack appeared in the center of the armored giant's prized breastplate.

Immediately, the entire surface of the armor shattered into countless fragments, just like ice being struck by a heavy hammer!

The Death Spiral plunged straight in, piercing the giant's chest!

There was no blood, only the dull, continuous crackling sound of rocks and crystals being annihilated by extreme power.

The spiraling energy spread and strangled wildly within the giant's body, starting from his chest.

The massive rock formation, like a sandcastle thrown into an invisible crusher, began to crumble and disintegrate from the inside out.

First the chest, then the abdomen, shoulders, neck, the base of the remaining single arm, the thick legs...

The towering fifteen-meter-tall body was completely swallowed and disintegrated by the gray-yellow and pale spiral in just two or three seconds!

Countless fragments of rock and crystal, large and small, are further ground and collided within the spiral, turning into finer and more lethal particles, which further accelerates the process of destruction.

Finally, when Solo's figure emerged from behind the giant and solidified on the ground...

Behind them, all that remained was a vast cloud of dust, slowly sinking, a mixture of fine stone powder and dull crystal dust.

A few large, dull, and cracked fragments of crystal fell to the sand with a thud.

The once ferocious armored giant has vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.

Solo slowly exhaled a long breath, which even carried a faint, burning metallic scent.

He pressed his hands together in front of him, making a gathering gesture.

The billowing clouds of sand and dust, still brimming with terrifying kinetic energy, seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand.

It began to rapidly converge and compress towards the front of his palm, forming once again a small, violently spinning sphere that emitted a low whimper.

As the sphere rotates, its color rapidly turns gray.

Those pebbles and gravel that were not strong enough and had reached their limit in the final collision were completely crushed by the force generated by the extreme rotation.

It turned into the finest powder, drifting away from the edge of the sphere like smoke.

Only a few dozen pieces survived.

Finally, the spinning stopped, and the dust settled.

In front of Solo's palm, about forty or fifty fragments of stone crystals of varying sizes and shapes floated silently.

Most of them are only the size of a fingernail to a fist, with a restrained dark luster, a smooth surface as if polished, and an astonishingly dense texture.

It faintly emitted residual, pure earth-attribute energy fluctuations.

These came from dozens of rock creatures, especially a giant that was nearly fully crystallized.

After a series of fierce battles, high-speed collisions, and extreme compression, it is finally "refined" into an essence.

It is the best "ammunition" and "catalyst" for unleashing the "Divine Sand" technique.

"Not bad." A look of satisfaction flashed across Solo's face.

With these, when using Divine Storm Sand in the future, its power will not only be immediately restored but may even surpass its peak.

Its changes and control will also be more easily handled.

Solo did not leave immediately.

His sharp, hawk-like gaze swept across the mess, finally settling on a slightly trembling boulder.

A relatively small rock creature, about three or four meters tall, resembling a multi-legged stone lizard, was cowering and trying to bury its body under the sand and stones.

Its many stone legs had been broken by flying pebbles in the previous chaos, making it slow to move.

The yellowish-brown light in his pupils flickered erratically, filled with an instinctive fear.

This was a survivor that Solo deliberately left alive.

"That saves me the trouble of searching for clues," Solo muttered to himself, his voice calm and even.

His figure blurred, and he appeared in front of the stone lizard like a ghost.

Startled, the stone lizard suddenly raised its forebody, but its broken stone leg could not support it, making it look comical and pathetic.

It hissed, making a threatening sound like gravel scraping against each other, but more than that, it trembled with fear.

Solo ignored its bluff and extended a finger, but no sharp energy was gathered at the fingertip.

Instead, it emanated a warm, strange, and almost transparent spiritual glow.

The light was not dazzling, but it possessed a penetrating power that went straight to the depths of the soul.

The stone lizard's simple mind was simply no match for this power that contained spiritual guidance.

The chaotic, flickering light in its eyes was involuntarily drawn to and synchronized with the light at Solo's fingertips, eventually becoming dull and frozen.

Solo's finger gently touched the rough rock armor on the stone lizard's forehead.

It felt cold and hard to the touch, but his mental strength was as fine as the finest mercury.

It penetrates along the simple yet fragile energy pathways of the rock creature, reaching the very core of its consciousness.

It wasn't a "soul" in the true sense; it was more like a chaotic spiritual entity composed of instincts, simple memories, and the imprint of earth vein energy.

Soul search!

The process was far more "smooth" and "chaotic" than Solo had anticipated.

The rock creature's mental strength was indeed extremely weak. Its mental barrier was like a sandcastle, which crumbled at the slightest touch in the face of his concentrated mental strength, and it encountered almost no decent resistance.

However, upon entering the depths of its consciousness, what appeared "before its eyes" was not an orderly picture or a clear route.

Instead, it is a "spiritual wasteland" filled with chaos, fragmentation, and intense instinctive impulses.

The first thing to come is an endless feeling of hunger and craving.

This is followed by a large number of fragmented, disjointed sensory pieces:

The feeling of prolonged, absolute darkness, and the sensation of being enveloped and squeezed by heavy layers of rock.

Only a faint, intermittent warm current and pulse could be heard from the depths below, which was the "nutrients" they depended on for survival.

Suddenly, without warning, the surrounding rock walls began to shake violently, accompanied by a tremor and cracking sound.

A huge, bottomless crack appeared in the solid rock, emitting a blinding light.

Climbing and surging, a will drove all the rock creatures that sensed this "torrent" to rush madly toward the crack, like insects drawn to light in the darkness.

Finally, they emerged from a huge, deep crack at the bottom of a deep canyon, hidden by heavy sandstorms, resembling a scar on the earth.

Outside, there was blinding sunlight, raging sandstorms, and... a consciousness deep within their minds that kept urging them forward.