Douluo Continent: I came from Demon Slayer!

Chapter 154 Condensing the Soul Core

In a remote part of the kingdom, a village was engulfed in flames, the firelight soaring into the sky and turning the entire night sky blood red.

The smell of burning flesh drifted on the wind, mixed with a strong stench of blood.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, like a silent accusation against the heavens.

A group of figures stood silently in front of the village.

The firelight illuminated their faces, and each of their eyes was filled with murderous intent and sorrow.

A young boy knelt before a middle-aged man, his clothes ragged, his face covered in soot, his eyes filled with boundless hatred. "I want to join you."

The boy's voice was hoarse, but extremely resolute: "I want power, I want revenge—"

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then uttered two words: "You'll die!"

"Ha ha."

The boy gave a bitter laugh, his shrill voice piercing the night. "I'm living a life worse than death right now. But if it means revenge, I'd gladly go to the deepest hell."

Looking at the young man before him, the middle-aged man's eyes seemed to daze for a moment.

However, he quickly regained his senses, and his eyes, filled with a sense of vicissitude, seemed to see into the depths of the boy's soul.

After a long pause, he nodded slightly.

"Now that you've decided to join us," his voice was deep and solemn, "then repeat after me."

"With my broken body, I bear the darkness; with suffering as my bond, and the blade as my guide."

The boy recited along, word by word, his voice hoarse but firm.

"In the name of the sun, we will punish the wicked and eliminate evil."

"Those who commit evil shall be punished!"

"Those who break the contract will be secretly devoured!"

After the boy finished reciting the last sentence, the middle-aged man had a vial of blood-red medicine in his hand.

The solution gleamed eerily in the firelight, like congealed blood.

You still have a chance to regret it.

The man handed the medicine to the boy.

The boy grabbed the potion, his eyes fierce like a wounded lone wolf: "But I don't want to regret it anymore."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "The vow you just made must be engraved in your flesh and blood, in your bones. As long as you get through this, you will be reborn."

The boy tilted his head back and drank it down, and the next instant, a piercing scream suddenly tore through the darkness.

The boy curled up on the ground, writhing in pain, his veins bulging all over his body, as if a million ants were gnawing at his marrow.

But amidst the screams, the light in the boy's eyes grew ever more intense.

It was an almost insane obsession, a willingness to risk everything, even one's own life.

The people around watched silently, and no one stepped forward.

Because... they also came this far step by step.

After an unknown amount of time, the screams gradually subsided.

The boy lay on the ground, panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat, as if he had just escaped death.

The middle-aged man bent down, pulled him up from the ground, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Welcome to the... Sun Cult!"

Then a group of people built tombs for this now lifeless village.

A dark shadow suddenly swept across the sky, flapping its wings, and a slightly sharp sound came from above, urgent and cold.

"Found it, 30 kilometers to the northeast!"

Everyone present raised their heads at the same time, their eyes burning with renewed killing intent.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, his voice low.

"We...should go!"

The eye of ice and fire.

Where the two springs, one extremely cold and the other extremely hot, meet, a misty fog lingers year-round, enveloping this medicinal garden like a fairyland.

Lin Yang sat cross-legged on a large blue stone by the spring, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and deep, carrying a special rhythm.

Within his body, soul power surged like the tide, and with each breath, the viscous tide seemed to solidify a little more.

The whole process is long and tedious, allowing no room for impatience.

Lin Yang has been in this state for a full six months.

For more than half a year, his cultivation level did not make any breakthrough.

But only he himself knew how terrifying the soul power within him had accumulated to.

If it weren't for his ghostly body after his second awakening, his body would have already collapsed and exploded.

Within his body, every meridian and every inch of flesh contained immense soul power.

And now it has reached a critical point.

Even the slightest bit more, and he could burst like a punctured balloon.

"It's time..."

""

Lin Yang opened his eyes, and two sharp beams of light shot out from his dark pupils.

Within his dantian, the originally abundant liquid soul power had been compressed into a fist-sized sphere.

The surface has faint cracks, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Now is the most crucial moment.

If he succeeds, all will be well; but if he fails, although he won't die, all his efforts over the past six months will be in vain.

Lin Yang took a deep breath, focused his mind, and his mental energy wrapped around the sphere like threads, beginning the final compression.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

Each rotation and compression was accompanied by intense pain.

It felt as if a knife was relentlessly torturing him from his dantian.

Lin Yang's forehead veins bulged, but his breathing remained steady and without any disturbance.

Lan Qin stood by her side, equally anxious, but she knew she couldn't do much to help and could only pray silently.

After an unknown amount of time, a terrifying aura that seemed capable of piercing the sky suddenly erupted from Lin Yang's body!

An invisible wave of air, carrying a chillingly sharp force, swept outwards.

The mist in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire was instantly torn apart, revealing the azure sky above.

Lan Qin was prepared; the moment the attack erupted, a dense, impenetrable vine net had already enveloped the herb garden.

The sharp, metallic power instantly severed the blue silver vine net, but it quickly grew and spread again.

If one floor isn't enough, then two floors; if two floors aren't enough, then ten floors.

The essence of the Blue Silver Emperor lies in its continuous cycle of life.

At this moment, a golden soul core floated quietly in the center of Lin Yang's dantian, slowly rotating.

With each rotation, pure soul power overflows, flows along the meridians throughout the body, and then returns and condenses.

The cycle repeats itself endlessly, life goes on and on.

The ultimate golden soul core is complete!

But it's not over yet.

At this moment, the soul power he had accumulated suddenly erupted and surged into his soul core.

The soul core absorbs all of these soul energies without discrimination.

Lin Yang's cultivation level also skyrocketed like a rocket.

Level 56.

Level 57.

Level 58.

In just a few breaths, Lin Yang's soul power had already broken through the level 59 barrier and finally calmed down.

A hint of regret flashed in Lin Yang's eyes.

If it weren't for the ultimate gold, he might have already broken through to level 60.

But if he doesn't reach the pinnacle, can he still condense a soul core?

This is a problem.