Boom!!
Golden flames exploded from his palm!
The light was even more intense than before in the mental space, as if a miniature sun was pulsing in his palm.
Two diametrically opposed auras of destruction and vitality intertwined and coiled together.
The temperature in the room soared abruptly, and the air itself began to warp.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s eyes lit up.
It let out a low growl, and its massive Soul Spirit phantom lunged toward the fire seed, seeking to merge with this power.
Then…
“Bang!” The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s phantom seemed to hit an invisible wall and was sent flying by a terrifying force!
It tumbled several times in the air before slamming heavily onto the ground, its golden fur standing on end.
“Awoo?!” It lay on the ground, eyes wide, looking completely bewildered.
What was going on?
It was an Unyielding Soul!
An ancient bloodline!
Hadn’t it just acknowledged its master?
Why was it still being repelled?
Bai Yuan was also stunned for a moment, looking down at the fire seed in his palm.
The fire seed continued to burn quietly, its light intense and profound.
But Bai Yuan could feel that it was refusing.
This fire seed carried the power of the Twelve Laws.
The Path of Destruction ultimately leads to becoming an Aeon.
These were not just idle words.
The power level of the World-Bearing Fireseed far exceeded any Soul Spirit in this World.
It was so powerful that it was like a high and mighty monarch, disdainful of associating with mortals.
Although the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff was strong, before the fire seed, it was like an ant trying to cling to a giant dragon.
It wasn’t that it wasn’t good enough, but that the levels were too far apart.
The fire seed was unwilling to merge with it.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff seemed to sense something as well; it lay on the ground looking aggrieved, its golden vertical pupils filled with resentment.
As a dignified Unyielding Soul, it was actually being snubbed?
Bai Yuan watched this scene, his mouth twitching.
This was troublesome.
If the fire seed was unwilling, he couldn’t exactly force its head down to make it merge, could he?
Besides, given the level of the fire seed, he couldn’t hold it down anyway.
He turned to look at his other hand.
Then he could only try this.
“qinchen sword.” Raising his right hand, the blade condensed out of the void.
It was as thin as a cicada’s wing, with pale golden light patterns flowing like water ripples.
It lacked the violence of the fire seed, possessing only a pure, ultimate sharpness.
As if it could sever everything in the World.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s body suddenly stiffened.
It felt it.
The aura on that sword was completely different from the fire seed.
It wasn’t a high and mighty rejection, but rather—a scrutiny.
The qinchen sword was sizing it up.
The blade trembled slightly, emitting a clear hum, as if resonating with the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s Soul Spirit.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The humming suddenly became sharp, and the pale golden light patterns on the blade burst into brilliant light.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s eyes lit up.
It felt it!
That was recognition.
The qinchen sword had accepted it!
“Awoo!!!” The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff let out an excited howl.
The massive Soul Spirit phantom lunged toward Bai Yuan’s right hand and merged with the qinchen sword!
Boom— A terrifying aura erupted instantly!
Golden light exploded from within Bai Yuan, turning into a pillar of light that soared into the sky, piercing through the ceiling!
The light was sharp to the extreme, as if an invisible giant sword had split heaven and earth apart!
The entire room was trembling.
The soul tool screens on the walls flickered wildly.
Several staff members were forced back repeatedly by the pressure, their faces turning pale.
Leng Yaozhu raised her hand, and an invisible barrier protected the people behind her.
Her gaze was fixed tightly on Bai Yuan, a hint of shock flashing in her amber pupils.
This child…
Bai Yuan sat cross-legged on the floor, the qinchen sword floating before him, golden patterns flowing across the blade.
These patterns closely resembled the fur patterns of the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.
Sword and Soul Spirit had become one.
Sharpness and power, perfectly combined.
Bai Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
Deep within his pupils, a flash of golden sharpness flickered.
His entire temperament had changed.
If he was just a piece of unpolished jade before, now he had begun to show his brilliance.
That sharpness was so keen that people didn’t dare to look directly at him.
The phantom of the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff appeared by his side, affectionately rubbing against his shoulder.
But unlike before…
…there was now a faint golden connection between its silhouette and the qinchen sword.
It was proof of their fusion.
Bai Yuan looked down at the qinchen sword in his hand, feeling the majestic power emanating from the blade, and his lips slowly curled into a smile.
First Soul Ring.
thousand-year.
An Unyielding Soul, the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.
Fusion successful.
As the Soul Spirit entered his body, Bai Yuan’s Soul Power fluctuations rose steadily, jumping five levels at once to reach Rank 15!
He looked up at Leng Yaozhu and grinned.
“Teacher, it’s done.” Leng Yaozhu looked at him and remained silent for two seconds.
Then, she smiled.
“Not bad.” She spoke indifferently, her voice calm yet conveying a sense of certainty.
“Even better than I imagined.” “Teacher, something happened during the fusion just now.” He looked up at Leng Yaozhu, choosing his words carefully.
Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow.
“What happened?” Bai Yuan extended his left hand, and the World-Bearing Fireseed emerged once more.
The golden flame pulsed in his palm, its light more restrained than before, yet more profound.
“I can feel that the World-Bearing Fireseed doesn’t need a Soul Spirit.” Leng Yaozhu’s gaze narrowed slightly.
“What it needs is for my mental force to keep improving,” Bai Yuan said seriously.
“As my mental force grows, the fire seed will automatically condense its own Soul Spirit.” “Or rather, it is a Soul Spirit itself.” The room fell silent for a moment.
Leng Yaozhu stared at him for a few seconds without speaking.
Bai Yuan felt a bit nervous.
This explanation was something he had figured out himself.
The World-Bearing Fireseed carried the power of laws; its level was too high, and the Soul Spirits of this World simply weren’t worthy of it.
Instead of forcibly merging with a Soul Spirit that would hold it back, it was better to let it grow on its own.
He just didn’t know if Leng Yaozhu would believe him.
After a moment of silence, Leng Yaozhu slowly spoke, “Condensing its own Soul Spirit?” There was no doubt in her tone, only contemplation.
“This is the first time I’ve heard of such a thing.” She stood up, walked over to Bai Yuan, and looked down at the fire seed in his palm.
“However…” She suddenly chuckled and shook her head.
“In ten thousand-years, what kind of Martial Soul hasn’t appeared?
While Martial Souls that can condense their own Soul Spirits are rare, they aren’t completely impossible.” She straightened up, her tone returning to calm.
“Some Martial Souls are of such a high level that ordinary Soul Spirits indeed aren’t worthy.
Instead of forcibly merging with an incompatible Soul Spirit, it’s better to let it grow on its own.” Bai Yuan was stunned for a moment.
Wasn’t that exactly what he was just thinking?
Leng Yaozhu looked at his stunned expression, her lips curling slightly.
“What, did you think I wouldn’t believe you?” “No, no…” Bai Yuan shook his head quickly.
“The records in the Spirit Pagoda have documented similar Martial Souls.” Leng Yaozhu said indifferently, “Though they are few, they do exist.” “These types of Martial Souls usually fall into two categories.” “Either their quality is extremely high, making it impossible for ordinary Soul Spirits to carry them, or their attributes are so unique that there are no matching Soul Spirits in the World.” She looked at the fire seed in Bai Yuan’s hand, her gaze profound.
“Your fire seed likely possesses both.” Bai Yuan nodded thoughtfully.
Leng Yaozhu turned to walk toward the door.
After a couple of steps, she stopped and said without looking back, “Since the fire seed doesn’t need a Soul Spirit, then let it be.” She turned her head and glanced at Bai Yuan.
“However, regarding your mental force, you must manage that well yourself.” Bai Yuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart and nodded vigorously.
“Understood!
Thank you, Teacher!” “Let’s test your Soul skills.” Leng Yaozhu returned to the present and spoke expectantly.
“My first Soul skills: Fire-Chasing Salvation!”