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

Upon seeing the protagonist arrive at the Sea of ​​Spirit, the gray sphere trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, an ancient, somewhat weathered voice resonated directly above Ye Yuan's mental pool without any medium.

"I'll wipe away the madness and evil thoughts in this little beast's soul for you; consider it rent for my stay in your spiritual sea."

Electrolux's voice carried a hint of nonchalance; dealing with the soul shock of a nearly 20,000-year-old soul beast was nothing to this Necromancer Saint.

"Go do what you need to do. With me overseeing your spiritual sea, you can rest assured." The halo on the surface of the gray sphere slowly pulsed, pulling the two sources of light and darkness closer together.

"The pure light and darkness primordial power within you is extremely rare. I need to conserve some of my energy to carefully study the intricacies of it."

Ye Yuan stood upright on the silvery water.

He then clasped his hands together, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and performed a very standard junior's salute to the gray orb in mid-air.

"Thank you, Elder Yi."

Upon uttering these four words, the air within the Sea of ​​Spirit seemed to pause for an extremely brief moment.

The slowly rotating gray sphere above suddenly stopped, and the light and darkness surrounding it also stopped in mid-air.

Electrolux's keen residual senses erupted with extremely subtle fluctuations in that instant, completely enveloping Ye Yuan's consciousness.

"Old Master Yi?"

This term is too familiar and too accurate.

Electrolux was certain that he had crossed the barrier between dimensions and accidentally ended up in this world called Douluo Continent due to a spatial shattering.

In this completely unfamiliar world, it is impossible for anyone to know of his existence, let alone for anyone to know his surname immediately.

The gray aura began to flicker rapidly, and the probing and oppressive feeling emanating from the level of divine sense was enough to cause any soul master with a weak mind to collapse instantly.

Ye Yuan maintained his bowed posture, but his consciousness remained as steady as a rock under the pressure of divine sense.

He didn't offer any explanation, nor did he show any panic; he simply waited quietly.

After a while, the suffocating feeling of being watched receded like the tide.

The gray orb resumed its slow rotation.

"That's enough." Electrox's aged voice rang out again, this time less sharp and more tinged with a relieved smile.

"Having lived this long, I've seen all sorts of strange and bizarre causes and effects. Everyone has their own secrets. What are you hiding, little brat? I only have this last bit of consciousness left, and I don't have the leisure to dig into it."

The gray orb emitted an extremely weak beam of light, which entered the remnant soul of the blazing golden crystal beast below, completely shattering it and turning it into the purest spiritual nourishment that merged into the silver puddle.

"Go about your business. As long as you don't do anything that is morally reprehensible or goes against your conscience, I will stay here in peace."

"I understand."

Ye Yuan straightened up, said no more, and with a slight shift in his mind, instantly detached himself from the sea of ​​consciousness.

The moment I returned to my body, excruciating pain arrived as expected.

In the center of the basin, on scorched earth.

Ye Yuan sat cross-legged, his body covered with a thick layer of dark red scabs. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and the burnt smell of meat being scorched by the high temperature.

The deadlock that shook the soul has been resolved; now comes the final step in this crazy gamble.

Ye Yuan's breathing rate began to change, from the short, rapid breaths he used to resist the pain to extremely long and deep breaths.

With each breath, the distorted air around him resonates.

Within the eight extraordinary meridians, the alien flames, having lost the guidance of the remnant soul's will, became completely headless flies, leaving only pure high temperature and destructive desire.

"It's time to close the net."

Ye Yuan closed his eyes, his mind racing.

The primordial power of light, which had been dormant deep within his heart and deliberately suppressed for so long, finally broke free from its restraints.

This white light, though lacking the overwhelming power of the Blazing Golden Crystal Hou's flames, caused the frenzied, alien flames in the meridians to retreat and flee as soon as it appeared, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

Ye Yuan precisely manipulated the source of light, transforming it into a fine, leak-proof net that started from his heart and spread wildly throughout his limbs and bones along the main meridians.

To devour, to assimilate.

This is an extremely brutal internal plunder.

The moment the source of light came into contact with the alien flame, there was no violent collision, only one-sided crushing.

The frenzied high temperatures were instantly stripped of their violent attributes and forcibly transformed into the gentlest and purest nourishment of light, which was then unceremoniously swallowed up by the source of light.

As the absorption continued, the temperature of Ye Yuan's body surface began to rise sharply.

The vitrified rock beneath him cracked under the weight, and a dark red, magma-like light shone faintly from the cracks.

Even after assimilation, the immense energy accumulated by the Blazing Golden Crystal Hou over nearly 20,000 years is still astonishingly large.

After its frenzied feeding, the source of light began to grow rapidly in size.

The pure, luminous energy it fed back nourished Ye Yuan's riddled meridians like spring rain.

The charred carbonized layer was washed away, and new flesh and blood intertwined and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under the stimulation of light.

Dense, booming sounds emanated from deep within the bones, and under the cleansing influence of this sacred energy, the bone marrow gradually transformed into a crystalline jade color.

The pain is receding like a tide, replaced by an ultimate comfort that makes every cell in your body rejoice.

The edge of the basin.

Poison Undying's tower-like body remained firmly rooted to the spot, the basalt beneath his feet already crushed into dust by the unconscious force of his outward gravity.

His dark green eyes were fixed on Ye Yuan in the center of the deep pit.

The powerful soul force of level 98 within his body had already been gathered to its peak. As long as Ye Yuan bled from his seven orifices or his vital signs plummeted, he would risk severe internal organ damage to forcibly sever the energy connection of that ten-thousand-year soul ring.

But the worst-case scenario that was anticipated did not occur.

He keenly sensed that the violent heat wave emanating from Ye Yuan's body, powerful enough to incinerate an ordinary Soul Master, was undergoing some kind of astonishing qualitative change.

That sense of wanton destruction and violence has disappeared.

Instead, there is a sense of sacredness and solemnity that is breathtaking.

"This kid... he actually managed to suppress that alien's berserk energy?!" Poisonous Death's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his rough hands clenched unconsciously.

Its physical body can withstand the energy impact, and it can also block the near-death counterattack of a nearly 20,000-year-old alien soul beast on a spiritual level.

Poisonous Immortal exhaled a long breath of turbid air filled with thick white mist. He knew that Ye Yuan had also passed this most fatal hurdle.

Just then, the strange phenomenon at the center of the pit recurred.

hum-

A deep rumble echoed across the entire basin.

On Ye Yuan's body, the dark red scabs began to crack and fall off in large areas, revealing new skin underneath that looked like fine jade.

Behind him, the air distorted violently, and a phantom several meters tall, without any facial features but exuding an aura that suppressed all directions, slowly emerged.

My True Self Martial Soul

The deep, ink-black ten-thousand-year-old soul ring that was suspended in mid-air had completely lost all its unruly nature.

With a deep, resonant whistling sound, it precisely landed on the body of the original martial spirit, then quickly contracted, firmly engraving itself upon it.

The first cycle in ten thousand years has been completed, and absorption is finished.

But this was only the penultimate step in Ye Yuan's plan.

The moment his true martial spirit emerged, the source of light within Ye Yuan, which had grown to its limit, found an outlet.

A blinding white light burst forth from Ye Yuan's pores, instantly enveloping his true martial spirit.

The light was so bright that even Poison Undying, who was standing next to him, subconsciously squinted.

Ye Yuan sat upright at the very center of the light, beginning to guide this massive energy for its final surge.

What he wants is not just the pure light attribute; he wants to break through that constraint and touch the very pinnacle of the elements.

The white light surrounding the original martial soul began to undergo extremely violent compression and collapse.

The volume of the light was shrinking, but the energy density contained within it was increasing exponentially at an alarming rate.

Within the pure white light, strands of golden liquid, almost tangible, gradually emerged.

As compression continued, the white light faded, eventually transforming completely into a translucent, flowing liquid gold luster.

The moment this golden light appeared, all the natural laws within the basin seemed to be forcibly altered.

The air, which had been distorted by the high temperature, instantly returned to calm.

The remaining poisonous miasma of the Starry Sky Forest was completely purified into the purest air the moment it came into contact with the golden light, without even a wisp of smoke escaping from it.

There was no heat, no destruction.

There is only one kind of pure power that strips away all darkness and reigns supreme.

Ultimate Light!

A golden beam of light, about ten feet in diameter, shot into the sky, tearing through the thick, persistent clouds in the mixed zone without any obstruction, and piercing straight into the heavens.

Du Bu Si stood there, staring at the towering golden pillar of light, his facial muscles completely frozen.

As one of the strongest individuals on the continent, he knew all too well what that golden light meant.

The ultimate attribute is achieved!

Moreover, it was an ultimate light that had never been recorded before!

"It's done... It's fucking done..." Poison Undying murmured, his eyes gleaming with extreme excitement.

He slapped his thigh hard, sending the surrounding gravel flying everywhere.

Standing beside Du Busi, Huo Yuhao also widened his eyes, which were gleaming with a faint golden light.

He gazed at the figure bathed in holy golden light, his heart pounding wildly in his chest like never before.

That was the young sect leader he swore to follow to the death, the god who pulled him out of hell.

Under the intense light, Huo Yuhao felt his blood boiling.

That thirst for power and anticipation for the future completely burned away the last trace of inferiority he felt as the illegitimate son of the White Tiger Duke's mansion.

The golden beam of light gradually receded, eventually converging back into Ye Yuan's body.

The towering phantom of his true martial spirit vanished, and the awe-inspiring black spirit ring was once again hidden beneath his flesh and blood.

The basin returned to its deathly silence.

Ye Yuan slowly opened his eyes.

In those clear black and white pupils, there was no longer just a simple depth; at the very depths of the pupils, a point of pure, golden light was slowly rotating in opposition to a wisp of all-consuming, deep darkness.

He exhaled a long breath, which transformed into a small golden sword in the air, flying several meters before dissipating into nothingness.

Ye Yuan stood up, glanced down at his fair hands that looked like they were newly grown, then raised his head and looked past the scorched earth at Du Busi, who was walking towards him excitedly in the distance, and Huo Yuhao, who was following closely behind with slightly red eyes.

Ye Yuan's lips slowly curved upwards, forming a confident and composed smile.

He looked at the two of them and nodded slightly.

"My assumption was correct."

Ye Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the two people in the open basin.

"My current power of light, after being catalyzed by alien energy for 20,000 years and tempered by my own martial spirit, has completely broken through its shackles and reached the level of ultimate light."

He took a step, and the vitrified rock beneath his feet made a crisp cracking sound.

"Furthermore, I've confirmed something else." Ye Yuan walked up to Du Busi, looking directly into the eyes of this Super Douluo. A strange interplay of light and darkness swirled within his pupils.

"When my darkest source power reaches its ultimate darkness in the future, ultimate light and ultimate darkness will no longer be mutually exclusive mortal enemies, but will form an endless cycle within my body."

Ye Yuan raised his right hand, palm facing upward, a ball of golden light dancing at his fingertips.

"Once this cycle is established, it will constantly temper my flesh and blood, strengthen my spirit, and even nourish the origin of my true martial spirit. It will be a great road to heaven without any bottlenecks, leading straight to the ends of the earth."