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In the sea of consciousness.
Wei Yang’s soul continually shifted through hand seals.
After about half a day of attempts, he finally succeeded in condensing a complete Soul Imprint.
"Condense!" With a soft shout—
An imprint about the size of a pinky fingernail slowly formed, hovering in front of Wei Yang’s soul form, gently vibrating.
Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes.
Extending a finger, a transparent imprint appeared at his fingertip with a thought.
Raising his other palm, the imprint that the You Hun Zun Zhe had previously condensed surfaced in his palm.
Comparing the two imprints—just by appearance—there was no difference.
Wei Yang carefully examined it for a moment, nodded lightly after confirming there was no problem, and then clenched his fist, crushing the You Hun Zun Zhe’s original imprint.
He turned his gaze to the still-unconscious You Hun Zun Zhe and smiled. Pushing the newly formed imprint forward with his finger, he slowly guided it to the man’s forehead and gently tapped it.
As the Soul Imprint silently merged into the You Hun Zun Zhe’s soul, Wei Yang whispered:
"I keep my word. Now, I’ll give you a swift end."
As he spoke, his other hand formed hand seals rapidly. Soul power flowed from his fingertips, guided through his connection to the Soul Imprint, and surged into the You Hun Zun Zhe’s soul.
That power propelled the Soul Imprint deep into the core of the soul’s origin.
Then—it took root and sprouted.
The Soul Imprint, like a seed, embedded itself deep in the origin of the You Hun Zun Zhe’s soul. From it extended countless thin, transparent tendrils, like a spiderweb, rapidly spreading and anchoring throughout the core of the soul.
This transformation continued for a while before Wei Yang finally stopped.
By now, the countless fine tendrils from the imprint had spread throughout the entirety of the You Hun Zun Zhe’s soul origin.
"It’s done." Wei Yang smiled.
The imprint had taken root successfully and firmly anchored itself. The You Hun Zun Zhe’s soul was now completely under control.
And indeed, Wei Yang had kept his promise—he had given him a swift end.
Because at the very moment the imprint was implanted and rooted, the original You Hun Zun Zhe had effectively died.
Having lost all independent will and become a soul puppet, wasn’t that the same as being dead?
What remained was nothing more than a puppet, one that bowed and obeyed.
Looking at the still-unconscious You Hun Zun Zhe, Wei Yang didn’t rush to wake him up. Instead, he let him remain in slumber.
The Soul Imprint had just been implanted. It still needed time to take effect, subtly influencing the depths of his soul’s origin. After all, this was a Spirit Realm-level soul—tenacious and resilient—with the willpower of a Dou Zun expert.
And this was Wei Yang’s first time using this kind of Soul Control Technique. To ensure there were no accidents, he needed to observe and study carefully.
After all, even in his weakened state, the You Hun Zun Zhe’s soul level was still higher than Wei Yang’s.
Right now, this state of unconsciousness—with no resistance—was the most favorable condition for the imprint to take full effect.
After some time, when Wei Yang advanced to the Spirit realm, he could strengthen the imprint again, ensuring absolute control without any chance of failure.
He resealed the You Hun Zun Zhe’s soul into a jade bottle and put it away with a flick of his hand.
Wei Yang then closed his eyes once more, focusing on the three newly acquired soul techniques.
High-Level Xuan Grade: Soul Devour, Soul Shock.
Low-Level Earth Grade: Soul Control.
Three priceless soul techniques!
Their value was hard to quantify with gold or treasure.
Qing Lin could no longer suppress her cultivation and naturally broke through to Dou Ling.
Wei Yang emerged from seclusion and spent a full day helping Qing Lin refine the now-weakened Nine Nether Cold Qi and the Azure Nether Flame.
With the Nine Nether Cold Qi now at the peak Dou Ling level and the Azure Nether Flame reduced to a low Dou Wang level, they were perfectly suited for the newly advanced Qing Lin.
She could directly refine them into her Life Flame—allowing them to grow alongside her. Through this process, their compatibility would increase over time until reaching a near-perfect level.
This would allow for seamless use, without resistance or backlash.
The Nine Nether Cold Qi could enhance the quality of Qing Lin’s Dou Qi, while the Azure Nether Flame could amplify her offensive capabilities.
Together, the combination allowed her to unleash attacks with the Azure Nether Flame that could barely match the weaker ranks of Heavenly Flames at the same level.
After finishing this, Wei Yang also passed on a soul cultivation technique to the two girls:
"Nine-Refinement Heavenly Soul."
Then, he returned to seclusion to continue researching soul techniques.
Meanwhile, Qing Lin began learning alchemy under Xian’er.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, its pale silver light cascading down and blanketing the vast earth in a gentle glow.
Within the secret chamber.
Wei Yang sat cross-legged, eyes closed, a faint frown etched across his brows.
Inside his Sea of Consciousness, his soul form mirrored his posture—also seated cross-legged—immersed in cultivating a soul refinement technique.
A steadily intensifying sting spread throughout his soul.
Even though he had gradually adapted to this steadily growing pain, whenever it endured for too long, Wei Yang still found it difficult to bear.
As such, his cultivation of this soul technique was inherently limited—he could only endure short sessions before needing to stop and recover.
It was simply because the pain directly targeted the soul, making it intolerably sharp and deep. Once it dragged on, the soul, along with his mental and spiritual faculties, would fall into utter exhaustion.
Thus, rest and recovery became unavoidable.
Yet, throughout this torturous cycle, his soul was continuously tempered and strengthened—bit by bit, incrementally refined. Follow current novels on novｅlfire.net
Temper. Recover. Temper. Recover. The process repeated endlessly.
Like an iron ingot enduring thousands of hammer blows until it eventually transformed into refined steel.
Through cultivating the Nine-Refinement Heavenly Soul, the enhancement of Wei Yang’s soul wasn’t just quantitative but qualitative. Its tenacity and density far surpassed that of an ordinary person’s.
For example, two cultivators could both reach the Spirit Realm soul, but one through tempering with the Nine-Refinement, and the other merely by consuming rare treasures—between the two, the difference in soul quality and resilience was significant.
It might not be as extreme as comparing a crude iron sword to one forged of refined steel, but the analogy was close.
After this period of cultivation,
Wei Yang had now reached the Third Refinement, and even approached its late stage.
At this point, the surface of his soul form began to emit a faint, spiritual glow.
Like a piece of rusty iron having its corrosion slowly polished away, revealing a strange luster beneath.
The Mortal Realm—Perfected!
The Spirit Realm was now within arm’s reach, separated only by a thin, fragile membrane that seemed as if a single push could pierce through.
In the Sea of Consciousness—
Tiny specks of spiritual light—imperceptible to the naked eye and nearly undetectable even to divine sense—appeared from who knows where, quietly manifesting and being absorbed and devoured by Wei Yang’s soul.
In this process, his soul inched closer to a state of flawless perfection.
The barrier seemed thin and frail, not especially sturdy, and gave the illusion that it could be pierced with the lightest prod—yet still, something remained just out of reach.
Wei Yang, however, wasn’t impatient. With great patience, he launched wave after wave of effort, much like water dripping onto stone, slowly and persistently eroding the obstruction.
A nearly inaudible sound echoed from the deepest depths of his soul—like a bubble bursting.
In that instant, his entire soul shuddered.
Immediately following, a massive suction force erupted from his soul, voraciously absorbing the torrent of newly emergent spiritual light.
Amid this process, Wei Yang’s soul power multiplied, expanding at a breathtaking pace!
His soul—transcended!
He had stepped into a completely new and unparalleled realm.
Wei Yang couldn’t help but tremble in ecstasy, his whole body quivering, pores opening wide, releasing and relaxing.
He let out an uncontrollable moan of pleasure.
This sensation—the sublimation of the soul—was countless times more intense than any physical pleasure he had ever known.
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