Bai Yuan took a deep breath, tapped his finger on the screen, and said crisply, “Teacher, this is the one.” Leng Yaozhu glanced at the Soul Spirit he had selected, her gaze lingering on the image of the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff for a moment before she gave a slight nod.
“I’ll ask you one more time: are you sure?” she asked, her tone carrying a hint of warning.
“An Unyielding Soul isn’t that easy to tame.” “I’m sure.” Bai Yuan nodded, his eyes showing not the slightest hint of wavering.
Leng Yaozhu looked at him for a few seconds before turning to the staff member and saying, “Did you hear that?
Transfer it over.” The manager hesitated for a moment but still responded, “Yes, Excellency Heavenly Phoenix.” He turned and performed a few operations on the soul tool screen, then walked over to Bai Yuan and made a gesture of invitation.
“Young Master Bai Yuan, this way please.” Bai Yuan followed him to one side of the room.
There stood a precision-made soul tool device.
A crystal ball the size of a fist was embedded in a metal base, with two silver-white tubes extending from either side, their ends connected to two uniquely styled helmets.
“This is a Spirit Connection Device,” the manager explained.
“Through it, your mental force can be linked with the Soul Spirit’s mental World.
Whether you can tame an Unyielding Soul depends on whether you can make it bow its head on a mental level.” Bai Yuan nodded, his gaze falling upon the device.
The manager hesitated, then turned to Leng Yaozhu and lowered his voice.
“Excellency, should we…
try to persuade the young master?” He paused, his tone carrying obvious concern.
“The risks of an Unyielding Soul are too great.
If the subjugation fails, there will be a backlash of damage to his mental force.
The young master’s talent is a once-in-a-century occurrence; if something happens…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but the meaning was clear.
If it failed and such a good prospect was wasted, it would be a massive loss.
Leng Yaozhu glanced at him and shook her head.
“There’s no need.” Her voice was steady and unhurried, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty: “I already informed him of the dangers beforehand.
Since he still wants to go through with it, this is his first step toward becoming a powerhouse.” She looked at Bai Yuan, a flash of approval in her eyes: “Only those who dare to challenge are worthy of possessing the best.
Let him go.” The manager opened his mouth but ultimately swallowed his words and respectfully stepped aside.
Bai Yuan turned his head and looked at Leng Yaozhu.
Their gazes met in the air.
He said nothing, only giving a heavy nod.
Leng Yaozhu looked at him, her tone softening slightly for once: “Be careful in everything.” Bai Yuan grinned, his voice clear: “Alright, Master!” Having said that, he turned toward the soul tool device and sat down in the chair.
The manager stepped forward to help him put on the helmet, checked the connection lines, and after confirming everything was correct, stepped back two paces: “Young Master, are you ready?” Bai Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling his heart beating rhythmically in his chest.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff…
A tough character that even dared to face the Golden Dragon King Bloodline head-on.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze resolute: “Bring it on.” The manager nodded and raised his hand to press the start button.
Hum!!!
The crystal ball suddenly lit up, and a soft white light enveloped the entire room.
Bai Yuan felt his consciousness blur momentarily, as if his entire being was being pulled by some force, falling downward.
After an unknown amount of time, his feet finally touched solid ground.
He opened his eyes.
This was a blank space.
No sky, no earth, no boundaries.
All around was a vast expanse of white, as if wrapped in an endless void.
An invisible sense of pressure permeated the air, making one instinctively feel uneasy.
Bai Yuan steadied himself and looked around.
Then, he saw it.
At the other end of the space, a massive figure slowly emerged.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.
Bai Yuan’s pupils constricted slightly.
It was even more enormous than he had imagined.
Its entire body was covered in golden fur like molten gold under a blazing sun; every strand of hair emitted a blinding light, as if it were draped in burning flames.
Its size was comparable to an adult male lion, perhaps even a circle larger.
It stood at least two meters tall at the shoulder and over five meters long, with limbs as thick as iron pillars and claws and teeth as sharp as blades.
The most terrifying part was its head.
On the massive lion’s head, the golden mane cascaded down like a waterfall, each strand shimmering with a metallic luster.
A pair of vertical pupils were amber-colored, and deep within them, it seemed as if an inextinguishable flame was burning.
That gaze was arrogant, violent, and unyielding, carrying an innate kingly pressure that locked directly onto Bai Yuan’s soul.
It began to walk toward him.
Each step was as heavy as a mountain, and the moment its paws touched the ground, invisible ripples spread across the white floor of the space.
That massive body brought a suffocating pressure, like a moving mountain approaching.
The golden fur drifted slightly with its steps, and each movement brought a wave of scorching air rushing toward him.
It stopped three meters in front of Bai Yuan.
It loomed over him.
Those golden vertical pupils looked down at him; there was no anger or killing intent in its gaze.
Only a pure, naked scrutiny.
As if looking at an ant.
Then, it spoke.
Its voice was low like rolling thunder, rumbling from deep within its chest, making the entire white space tremble: “Human…” “Is it you who wishes to subdue me?” The moment the last word fell— “Roar!!!” It suddenly threw its head back and let out a roar like a clap of thunder!
The sound was too loud.
So loud that Bai Yuan felt like his eardrums were about to burst, and the entire space vibrated violently.
The roar echoed back and forth within the white space, lingering for a long time.
Bai Yuan was jolted back a step, his ears ringing.
He steadied himself and looked at the behemoth before him, his lip twitching.
Then, he took a deep breath and yelled back at the top of his lungs: “Why are you shouting so loud?!” Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff: “…” Its roar came to an abrupt halt.
Those golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, as if it hadn’t expected this tiny human to dare roar back at it.
Bai Yuan caught his breath, rubbed his numbed ears, and looked up, staring directly into those golden vertical pupils.
His gaze was calm, without fear or retreat.
“Come with me.” Three words, neither light nor heavy, yet they rang out with strength.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff stared at him.
The scrutiny in those vertical pupils deepened.
Silence.
A long silence.
In the white space, the human and the beast stared at each other, neither yielding.
Bai Yuan took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand.
“Then I’ll let you see—” “qinchen sword.” The sword blade condensed out of the void.
Thin as a cicada’s wing, the entire body flowed with pale golden light patterns.
No fancy lights, no World-shaking momentum.
Only a pure, ultimate sharpness.
That sharpness felt as if it could sever everything in the World.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
It felt it.
The aura emanating from that sword was not a fluctuation of Soul Power, nor was it the suppression of a bloodline.
It was a more fundamental, more primitive power.
It was “sharpness” itself.
Its fur involuntarily stood on end, instinctively sensing a threat.
This sword could truly wound it.
Bai Yuan didn’t stop.
He slowly opened his left hand.
“World-Bearing Fireseed.” Boom!!!
Golden flames exploded from his palm!
This was no ordinary fire.
That light was so intense it seemed capable of incinerating the firmament.
The moment the flames flickered, the entire white space began to warp and tremble, as if unable to withstand this power.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s body suddenly stiffened.
It had seen many powerful beings within this space.
It had felt the auras of Titled Douluos and Limit Douluos.
But never had any kind of power made it feel this kind of instinctive, bone-deep shudder.
What was contained within that fire seed was not Soul Power, nor was it a bloodline.
It was Destruction.
It was the ultimate law that “all things shall eventually return to nothingness.” It was the Path of Destruction that could incinerate stars, Worlds, and even gods.
Deep within the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s pupils, the light of that fire seed was reflected.
Within that light, what did it see?
It saw a star collapsing within the flames.
It saw a divine throne being incinerated in the blaze.
It saw a figure standing alone at the end of destruction, carrying the final fire seed of the entire World.
That image flashed by, yet it was deeply branded into the depths of its soul.
What…
was that?
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s body was trembling.
Not because of fear.
But because of submission.
It lowered its head.
In those arrogant and untamable golden vertical pupils, a submissive expression appeared for the first time.
Its voice was low, but there was no longer the slightest hint of resistance: “Human.” “You possess the qualification to own me.” The corners of Bai Yuan’s mouth curled up slightly.
Still not enough.
He slightly raised his left hand, and the light of the World-Bearing Fireseed grew even more intense.
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff’s body jolted— Then, it did something that even left Bai Yuan stunned.
Its front legs bent, its mountain-like massive body slowly lowered, and its head bowed down before Bai Yuan.
That voice rumbled from deep within its chest, carrying an almost pious eagerness: “Master!” Bai Yuan: “…” Wasn’t this transition a bit too fast?
As expected of an Unyielding Soul!
Even its change of heart is more intense than a normal Soul Spirit’s!
The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff looked up, its golden vertical pupils burning with a scorching flame, its voice urgent as if afraid he would change his mind: “When do we merge?!” Bai Yuan’s lip twitched.
Just a moment ago, it had an “are you even worthy, human” attitude, and now, it was actually rushing him to merge?
He looked down at the World-Bearing Fireseed in his hand, then at the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff in front of him, which looked like it couldn’t wait to pounce and fuse with him.
He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart: Sure enough, strength is the ultimate argument.
“We’ll start now.”