Han Tianyi’s Shock!
17: Chapter 17: Vitality Hidden in Destruction Within the World-Bearing Fireseed!
Han Tianyi’s Shock!
Chapter 17: Vitality Hidden in Destruction Within the World-Bearing Fireseed!
Han Tianyi’s Shock!
“Phantom Brain Douluo, Han Tianyi?” Bai Yuan was slightly stunned, his mind quickly searching for this name.
Leng Yaozhu leaned back in her chair, her tone calm yet carrying a hint of solemnity: “A Rank 98 Titled Douluo, Martial Soul is the Brain, the number one person in the mental force realm within the Spirit Pagoda, a Four-Word Battle Armor Master, and a Rank 9 Mecha Repairman.” Bai Yuan’s pupils dilated slightly.
Rank 98, Four-Word Battle Armor Master, number one in the mental force realm.
Any one of these three identities would be terrifying on its own; with all of them stacked on the same person, one could imagine the weight it carried.
“Understood, Teacher.” Bai Yuan nodded, his mind already beginning to calculate.
“Mm.” Leng Yaozhu looked at him.
“Your World-Bearing Fireseed Martial Soul is very special.
Didn’t you say back then that as your mental force grows, the Fire Seed will automatically condense its own Soul Spirit?” “He is the number one person in the mental force realm of our Spirit Pagoda.
Having him look at your Martial Soul is a good thing.” Bai Yuan felt a warmth in his heart and said seriously, “Thank you for the trouble, Teacher.
I will work hard and learn well from Elder Han.” Although he said that, he knew very well in his heart.
To be able to invite this person to teach him personally, the price must not have been small.
The number one person in the mental force realm of the Spirit Pagoda; someone of this level wasn’t someone just anyone could invite.
Leng Yaozhu must have spent a lot of thought and resources for him, her disciple.
Bai Yuan secretly noted this favor.
Some things didn’t need to be said out loud; it was enough to keep them in mind.
…
Returning to his room, Bai Yuan quickly washed up, changed into clean clothes, and tidied his appearance in front of the mirror.
In the mirror was a youthful face, but his eyes were much more composed than those of his peers.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
…
Leng Yaozhu was already waiting at the end of the hallway.
Master and disciple, one after the other, boarded the elevator.
Leng Yaozhu pressed a button without a numerical label.
That was the authorization mark leading to the seventy-eighth floor.
The elevator rose smoothly without a single shake.
Bai Yuan stood half a step behind her, his gaze calm, but his heart was silently filled with anticipation.
Phantom Brain Douluo.
The number one person in the mental force realm of the Spirit Pagoda.
He wondered what this big shot could see from his Fire Seed.
…
The elevator doors opened.
The moment Bai Yuan stepped out of the elevator, the scene before him made him startle slightly.
It wasn’t the serious and dull cultivation room he had imagined, nor was it a research lab filled with soul tool devices.
Instead, it was an illusionary space.
The surrounding walls, ceiling, and floor were all shrouded in a faint layer of fluorescence, with light and shadow flowing like a dream.
Those lights sometimes condensed into stars and sometimes scattered like fireflies.
It felt as if he were in the depths of the universe, or standing in the center of some ancient ruin.
A strange fluctuation permeated the air, and mental force naturally permeated through.
Gentle, yet omnipresent.
Bai Yuan instinctively clenched his fist.
This place was not simple.
Leng Yaozhu stepped forward, and Bai Yuan immediately followed.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty space, each step exceptionally clear.
Ahead, a figure was facing away from them, sitting cross-legged on the ground, seemingly in meditation.
“Elder Han.” Leng Yaozhu stood still, her voice not loud, but it spread clearly through this space.
That figure slowly turned around.
Bai Yuan finally saw the appearance of this number one person in the mental force realm of the Spirit Pagoda.
He had white hair and a thin face, but his eyes were startlingly bright, as if they could see through all falsehoods.
Those eyes landed on Bai Yuan.
With just one look, Bai Yuan felt as if he had been scanned from head to toe by something.
It was mental force.
Pure, ultimate mental force, like a mountain or a sea.
Bai Yuan’s body stiffened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
That gaze lingered on him for a moment.
Then, Han Tianyi spoke, his voice old but full of vigor: “Leng girl, is this the new disciple you’ve taken in?” “Yes.” Leng Yaozhu nodded.
“His Martial Soul is very special and related to mental force.
I’d like to ask Elder Han to take a look at it for him.” Han Tianyi’s gaze fell on Bai Yuan again, this time looking more closely.
“Interesting.” He murmured, a faint light flashing in the depths of his eyes.
“Come here, child.” Bai Yuan took a deep breath and stepped forward.
The surrounding space suddenly changed.
An invisible mental force rushed towards him like a tidal wave.
Without sound or warning, it was as heavy as the entire ocean pressing down on him.
Bai Yuan’s pupils shrank suddenly.
That power was not aggressive, but it carried an irresistible majesty.
It surged into his mind, poured into every nerve, like a pair of invisible giant hands roughly prying open the gates of his mental World.
The World spun.
Everything before him was shaking, twisting, and overlapping.
He felt his consciousness like a small boat being swept into an endless raging tide, liable to be torn apart or swallowed at any moment.
Breathing became difficult.
His ears buzzed.
He grit his teeth, fists clenched so hard his nails almost dug into his palms.
He couldn’t fall; he couldn’t fall here.
Inside him, the dormant World-Bearing Fireseed brightened slightly.
A golden light flickered in the darkness, like a star being ignited.
A warm and resilient power surged from the deepest part of his body.
It spread along his meridians to his mind, smoothing and suppressing the churning mental waves bit by bit.
His chaotic consciousness gradually cleared.
The feeling of dizziness slowly receded.
Bai Yuan panted heavily, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
But those eyes.
Those eyes were still bright, stubborn and clear.
The surrounding illusions receded like a tide.
The fluorescence became soft again, and the air returned to calm.
Han Tianyi was still sitting in his original spot, his bright eyes watching Bai Yuan, with a trace of hard-to-detect approval in them.
Leng Yaozhu stood to the side, silent, her gaze locked tightly on Bai Yuan.
Bai Yuan steadied himself, took a deep breath, and looked up at the white-haired old man: “Elder Han…
what was that?” “A test.” Han Tianyi spoke indifferently.
“Your mental force is decent, and your foundation is stable.
More importantly—” He paused, his gaze landing on Bai Yuan’s chest, as if he could see that Fire Seed through his flesh and blood: “That thing inside you is not simple.” Bai Yuan’s heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface.
Han Tianyi didn’t press further, just waved his hand: “Sit down.
Let me take a good look at your Martial Soul.” “Kid, release your Martial Soul.” Han Tianyi sat cross-legged on the ground, his tone as casual as if he were saying the weather was nice today.
Bai Yuan nodded, took a deep breath, and held out his left hand.
The World-Bearing Fireseed emerged.
There was no flickering of flames, no scorching heat waves.
Only a ball of indescribable light, quietly suspended above his palm.
Yet that aura made the entire illusionary space tremble.
Han Tianyi’s originally squinted eyes suddenly widened.
He stared at the Fire Seed, that indescribable light reflected in the depths of his pupils, his lips slightly parted, unable to speak for a long time.
“This Martial Soul…” His voice was a bit dry.
“It’s not simple.” Bai Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface.
Han Tianyi didn’t rush to ask questions; instead, he composed himself and looked at the Fire Seed again.
“Can you operate it?
Let me see how it functions.” Bai Yuan fell silent.
In the context of honkai: star rail, he certainly knew what this thing was.
The Titan of the Negative World, the fallen soul of Kephale; the final Savior will use this to complete a new [Re-Creation].
But knowing was one thing; he had only awakened it not long ago, so how could he have had time to figure out how it functioned?