Douluo Continent: The True Self of Martial Soul, Infinite Awakening

A violent, blazing white light surged in through the Baihui acupoint, tearing apart Ye Yuan's first layer of defense with overwhelming force.

That alien energy, with nearly 20,000 years of cultivation, had no idea what gradual progress meant.

The extreme heat surged through the eight extraordinary meridians, leaving the tough inner walls of the meridians charred and carbonized wherever it passed.

The blood that had just seeped from his pores was immediately vaporized into a red mist that enveloped Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan clenched his teeth tightly, the muscles in his cheeks bulging high, and the ruptured blood vessels intertwined under the skin to form a terrifying bluish-purple grid.

He did not mobilize his qi and blood to forcibly block these external energies; blocking them would only trigger a more violent explosion.

He calmed his mind and focused his thoughts on the deepest part of his own martial spirit.

The dormant source of light deep within the soul is instantly awakened.

It was a faint but extremely pure white light.

Instead of retaliating, it transformed into hundreds of extremely fine threads, precisely cutting into the meridian battlefield, desperately protecting those flesh nodes that were about to break, and maintaining the foundation of the physical body.

The blazing white light from outside sensed these alien beings and immediately roared as it pounced forward, attempting to completely devour them with its massive size.

However, when the complex energy truly touched that source of light, the balance of power instantly reversed.

An absolute numerical disadvantage is meaningless in the face of a dimensional reduction in status.

The blazing golden crystal beast's flames may seem fierce, but in essence they are still the frenzied elements of mortal soul beasts; while Ye Yuan's source of light is the power of origin born from the convergence of fortunes.

The source of light was not destroyed; instead, it turned into a dry sponge thrown into a pool, greedily absorbing the surrounding light and flames.

Assimilate! Strip! Purify!

The violent energy that originally belonged to the alien soul beast was forcibly erased from its internal frenzied imprint the moment it came into contact with the primordial threads. It was directly transformed into the purest light nourishment, which was then fed back to Ye Yuan's riddled body.

The situation has completely reversed.

The previously invincible flames that wreaked havoc within Ye Yuan's body have now become prey hunted by natural enemies.

They frantically darted through Ye Yuan's meridians, desperately trying to escape the devouring network of the source of light.

As the flames flee, they will inevitably burn the meridians, causing excruciating pain.

A thick layer of dark red scabs formed on Ye Yuan's body, and a sickening squeaking sound kept coming from deep within his bones.

However, he did not allow the Source of Light to annihilate all these remnants.

Since we have to endure the pain of a ten-thousand-year soul ring, we must squeeze every last drop of value out of that pain.

Ye Yuan deliberately controlled the speed at which the source was devoured, driving the chaotic flames deep into the bones and the gaps in the marrow.

He wanted to use the last embers of this strange flame to temper his physical body once again.

As time went on, the out-of-control flames diminished, and Ye Yuan completely took control of the meridians.

His face, which had been contorted and deathly pale from the excruciating pain, began to gradually calm down.

Through the cracked scabs on the skin, the newly formed skin gleamed with a warm, jade-like luster.

Edge of the cliff.

Poisonous Undying stared intently at Ye Yuan, who was shrouded in blood mist. His large hands had somehow crushed a piece of basalt beside him into fine powder, which fell through his fingers.

Seeing Ye Yuan's breathing change from erratic and rapid to long and steady, Du Bu Si's tense back relaxed slightly, and he exhaled a long breath of stale air from deep within his chest.

The first hurdle to overcome when absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring was the physical burden, and this kid managed to get through it by sheer willpower.

But Du Bu Si's expression did not relax at all; on the contrary, it became even more serious.

He closed his fingers again, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

The powerful soul force within his body, at level ninety-eight, had been gathered to its peak, ready to burst forth at any moment.

No matter how strong the physical body is, it cannot defend against a deadly move that strikes directly at the soul.

Throughout the history of the Body Sect, there have been instances of madmen who achieved physical sainthood and attempted to absorb spirit rings beyond their level, but in the end, the vast majority of them turned into idiots with only brute strength.

The most terrifying counterattack of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast—a soul-shaking event—is about to descend.

As long as Ye Yuan bleeds from all seven orifices, even if it means sacrificing most of this genius's cultivation, they will forcefully shatter the soul ring to save his life.

At this moment, Ye Yuan's spiritual sea.

After six months of self-destructive tempering on the Sky-Touching Stone, this place is no longer a chaotic mess, but has gathered into a small silver puddle.

Above the water, the gray fog churned violently.

The enormous and ferocious phantom of the Blazing Golden Crystal Hou rapidly condensed into a form in mid-air.

Its eyes burned with an unyielding resentment and madness. Its massive maw opened, letting out a silent, mournful roar as it lunged at the fragile silver pool of spiritual energy below.

It will tear everything here apart and make this human who dared to devour its flesh pay an unforgivable price.

Just as the phantom was about to touch the water's surface, a gray sphere surrounded by black and white light streams silently appeared in its path.

Electrolux's consciousness had just been pulled out of his obsessive deduction about the extremes of light and darkness.

Because Ye Yuan had previously sealed off the external perception of his spiritual sea, this Necromancer Saint was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

The gray sphere of light bobbed up and down twice in mid-air, conveying a very human sense of bewilderment and confusion.

Where did this resentful little beast come from?

The remnant soul of the Blazing Golden Crystal Hou had long been blinded by resentment and lost all reason.

In its eyes, anything that stands in its way must be destroyed.

Carrying all the negative emotions of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast before its death, it raised its crystallized giant dragon claw and slammed it hard against the gray light sphere that was only the size of a fist.

The sphere of light stopped floating.

"How dare you be so presumptuous before me, a mere wisp of wicked thought?"

An ancient, desolate, and majestic sigh reverberated throughout the entire sea of ​​spirit.

It requires neither complicated incantations nor the mobilization of enormous power.

Before the ancestors who manipulated souls and controlled the dead, a beast's remnant soul, less than 20,000 years old, was not even qualified to be an ant.

The gray orb of light flickered only perfunctorily.

A gray ripple spread out from the center of the sphere of light, lightly sweeping across the massive phantom of the Blazing Golden Crystal Hou.

Outside, Ye Yuan had completely stabilized the circulation of soul power within his body.

The black, ten-thousand-year-old soul ring floated obediently behind his head, radiating a calm aura.

Ye Yuan sat there for a long time, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

That doesn't make sense. According to ancient records, the moment the soul ring's energy is fully absorbed is the peak of the soul's shockwave.

Why is my mental sea so calm, without even the slightest ripple?

Since there's no movement, I'll go in and take a look myself.

Ye Yuan immediately separated a wisp of his consciousness and sank it into the sea of ​​his mind.

The moment Ye Yuan stepped into this silvery world, the sight before him made him freeze in place.

The enormous, ferocious phantom of the Blazing Golden Crystal Hou, which should have been so terrifying that it could stir up a storm in the sea of ​​consciousness, was now lying on the edge of the silver puddle in utter frustration.

Its enormous body shrank to less than one-tenth of its original size, its limbs pressed tightly against the ground, and its tail tucked between its legs.

Those eyes, which were originally filled with resentment and madness, were now completely clean, all negative emotions washed away, leaving only boundless awe and fear.

It didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing the presence above its head.

And in the very center of its enormous head, the small gray sphere surrounded by streams of black and white light rested quietly.

The surface of the small ball flickered with a gray light, and with each faint flash, the remnant soul of the giant beast below would tremble uncontrollably.

The most fatal flaw of the ten-thousand-year soul ring, which had blocked the soul-shaking death gate of countless geniuses throughout history, was vanished in an extremely absurd yet inevitable way.