Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

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Chapter 453 Initial Formation, Reasons for Failure

Deep in the forest of the Mad Axe Mountains, in the center of the camp.

Wang Teng sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and steady.

The morning light spilled over from the eastern mountain ridge, filtering through the gaps in the tree canopy and casting dappled shadows on him.

Wang Teng has been sitting like this for several days, motionless, like a stone sculpture.

Dugu Bo hid among the branches of a large tree not far away, with one leg draped over the trunk, his back against the bark, and a blade of grass in his hand, which he idly twirled.

His gaze would occasionally sweep across the dense forest surrounding the camp, and then fall on Wang Teng.

The old face showed no expression, but there was a clear hint of expectation in those emerald green eyes.

"This kid actually wants to change... no, he wants to improve my inner core technique... he's going to get some kind of soul core..."

Dugu Bo muttered to himself.

Only Dugu Bo himself knows how much suffering and setbacks he endured when he was condensing the poison pill.

The art of internal alchemy is neither particularly difficult nor easy; the key lies in understanding and controlling one's own attributes.

Wang Teng's martial soul attributes are so mixed—wind, fire, poison, earth, wood, and metal—six attributes mixed together like a hodgepodge. It's probably not going to be easy for him to condense them into a complete soul core.

But Dugu Bo did not speak up to stop him.

He didn't rush to pour cold water on the idea, nor did he rush to offer advice.

Dugu Bo wanted to see just how far this young man, who had never disappointed anyone on his journey to this point, could go.

At this moment, a silent storm was churning within Wang Teng's dantian.

He placed his palms up on his knees, adopting a posture of five hearts facing the sky, and slowly guided all the soul power in his body to his dantian.

The dantian is the place where soul power is stored. Normally, soul power is stored there quietly like lake water, and it is only mobilized when needed.

At this moment, what Wang Teng needs to do is to make these lakes no longer calm.

He wanted to make them rotate, compress, and condense, ultimately forming an eternal, self-rotating core of soul power in the deepest part of his dantian.

The soul power within Wang Teng's body began to move.

At first it was very slow, like a lake being stirred in the center, with ripples spreading across the surface.

Wang Teng carefully controlled the direction and speed of the soul power flow, causing the soul power in his dantian to slowly rotate clockwise.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

The rotation speed gradually increased, and the trajectory of the soul power flow gradually stabilized.

My lower abdomen started to feel warm.

It was a warm and comforting heat, like a gentle hand resting on my lower abdomen, the warmth of the palm slowly seeping into my body.

Wang Teng was delighted, feeling that this was a good sign.

The feeling of heat in the dantian indicates that the soul power within it is being activated and entering a state of readiness.

He took a deep breath, channeling more soul power into his dantian and simultaneously increasing the speed of its rotation.

The warm sensation quickly intensified, turning from warm to scorching, as if charcoal was burning in the lower abdomen.

Wang Teng gritted his teeth, ignoring the scorching heat, and continued to increase the input of soul power, further accelerating the rotation speed.

Soul power compression has begun.

He tried to squeeze the rotating soul power towards the very center of his dantian.

The rapidly spinning soul power was like a nebula flung apart by centrifugal force, its edges scattered and thin, while its center grew increasingly dense.

Wang Teng's spiritual power transformed into an invisible giant hand, pushing soul power towards the center from all directions.

Because Wang Teng possessed immense spiritual power and had the assistance of numerous sacred beasts, things went relatively smoothly at the beginning.

Under the pressure of spiritual power, the soul power, like a lump of clay being kneaded, slowly converges towards the center.

The temperature deep within Wang Teng's dantian rose higher and higher, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks.

However, just as the soul power was about to condense into a core, an accident occurred.

The compressed soul power suddenly trembled violently, like a wild horse that was about to be tamed suddenly bucking.

Wang Teng was startled and quickly increased the suppression of his mental power, but the tremor not only did not weaken, but became more and more violent, as if something had exploded inside his soul power.

The soul power within his dantian went out of control at that moment.

Suddenly, several different colored forces split off from the originally stable flow of soul power: cyan wind, red fire, purple poison, yellow earth, green wood, and golden metal.

The six attributes broke free from the condensing soul core, like six raging pythons, rampaging and tearing at each other, repelling one another.

The wind and fire intertwined, and the fire burned even more fiercely with the help of the wind.

Poison and wood are intertwined, and the poison spreads wildly under the nourishment of the wood element.

Wood and metal are incompatible; metal cuts down wood, and the wood is chopped to pieces by the sharp edge of metal.

Fire and wood are mutually generative; fire burns wood, and wood fuels the fire, making the fire even more intense...

My dantian was in complete chaos.

Wang Teng gritted his teeth and desperately tried to quell the rampaging soul power with his mental energy, but the power of the six attributes was like a firecracker with a lit fuse. Once it exploded, it could never be brought back.

His face went from rosy to pale, then from pale to flushed, and large beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, soaking his collar.

"puff--"

A soft thud came from the dantian, and the soul core that was condensing completely collapsed.

The six types of soul power lost their final restraint, scattered and escaped, and returned to scattered, attribute-less soul power, randomly filling the entire dantian.

The initial attempt to condense the soul core failed.

Wang Teng suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, like a fish washed ashore.

His back was completely soaked, and his clothes clung to his skin, feeling both cool and sticky.

Wang Teng lowered his head, looked at his hands, and frowned.

He couldn't understand why he had failed.

Dugu Bo watched all this from the tree, his lips twitching slightly, as if he were smiling, or perhaps sighing.

He jumped down from the tree and landed silently next to Wang Teng.

"It failed?"

Dugu Bo asked without a doubt.

Actually, there's no need to ask; just look at Wang Teng's expression and you'll know the result.

Wang Teng raised his head, looked at Dugu Bo, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly nodded.

His voice was a little hoarse as he said, "At the last moment, my soul power suddenly became uncontrollable."

"The soul power that was originally without any attributes suddenly turned into six kinds of soul power, and then they all exploded at once, repelling each other. I couldn't suppress them at all."

Dugu Bo stroked his beard, squatted down opposite Wang Teng, and stared straight at him with his bright green eyes. There was no mockery or gloating in his gaze, only the earnestness of someone who had been through it all.

Do you know where your problem lies?

Dugu Bo asked earnestly.

Wang Teng frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Is it that my control over my soul power is insufficient, or that my mental strength is not strong enough?"

"Not these."

Dugu Bo shook his head, extended a finger, and tapped Wang Teng's chest, explaining, "I think it's because your martial soul attributes are too mixed."

"Wind, Fire, Poison, Earth, Wood, Metal..."

"Take a count, how many different types of soul power do you have in your body?"

Six kinds.

"Six attributes mixed together, and you actually want to twist them into a single core?"

"It's like mixing oil, water, sand, stones, iron, and wood together and then squeezing it hard, trying to shape it into a ball."

Do you think it's possible to mold it?

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng frowned even more deeply.

Dugu Bo continued, speaking slowly but clearly: "When I condensed the poison pill, I only had one attribute in my body—poison."

"My martial soul is the Azure Serpent King, and its attribute is poison."

"Although poison-type soul power is also violent, it is pure and has no other attributes interfering with it, so as long as you find the right method, it is only a matter of time before it is condensed into a pill."

“But you are different. Your soul power is mixed with six attributes. Some of them are mutually reinforcing, and some are mutually restraining. When you condense your soul core, they will unconsciously draw the corresponding attributes from your martial soul, and then they will repel each other and fight each other.”

"You just said that your soul power went out of control at the last moment. Of course it did. How could it not go out of control?"

"With six attributes all tangled together, it's no wonder it exploded."

Wang Teng fell silent.

Dugu Bo is right; he hadn't considered that at all before.

Wang Teng only knew that condensing a soul core required compressing and condensing soul power, but he overlooked the special nature of his own soul power.

His soul power is not a single attribute, but a mixture of multiple attributes inherent in his martial soul and multiple attributes granted by his soul rings.

This situation is not noticeable during normal training or combat, or it is not a big deal.

However, when Wang Teng's soul power is compressed to the extreme, those attributes that were suppressed deep inside will take the opportunity to counterattack, just like grass pressed under a stone, which will always sprout out from the cracks.

"so what should I do?"

Wang Teng raised his head and looked at Dugu Bo.

After thinking for a moment, Dugu Bo gave a suggestion: "Prioritize condensing soul cores with a single attribute."