bookbashuk Chapter 35 Soul Beast Sacrifice
Chapter 35 Soul Beast Sacrifice
"Around 12,000 years of cultivation." Titan focused his mind on sensing the fluctuations in the aura of the soul beast in front of him, and solemnly instructed Zi Lingtian beside him, "Little Six, this Thunderous Hell Vine is not suitable. Its cultivation age far exceeds your current limit. Moreover, this Thunderous Hell Vine mutated from the Thunderflame Jade is naturally violent and its aggressiveness surpasses that of other soul beasts of the same level. Even if I suppress it, I may not be able to protect you. You must not choose it."
Titan stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.
It was only because the Thunderous Hell Vine, which had been lurking in the shadows of the mountain rocks, had moved.
It slowly raised its massive body, which had been entrenched for thousands of years. Its golden beast eyes, formed by vertical pupils, pierced through the deep night, passing over the intertwined branches and layers of trees, and locked onto Zi Lingtian's figure with unparalleled precision, without the slightest deviation.
Zi Lingtian's heart sank slightly, and she subconsciously tensed up.
He could clearly sense that in the eyes of this powerful ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, there was no instinctive hostility from a soul beast towards a human soul master, no vigilance against the invasion of its territory, but only an extreme awe and submission that originated from the depths of its bloodline and was engraved into the marrow of its soul.
The Thunderous Hell Vine, as thick as a mountain pillar, slowly rose from the rock, its towering trunk casting a massive, all-encompassing shadow under the bright moonlight. With heavy, steady steps, it approached Purple Spirit Heaven step by step, its movements slow yet devout, devout and devout, showing no sign of the ferocity of a predator, but rather like a pilgrim on a pilgrimage to the highest deity.
Titan instantly stepped in front of Zi Lingtian, holding the giant power hammer horizontally in his palm. His muscles were taut and his martial soul true body was ready to be unleashed. He poured all his soul power into his body, fully prepared to fight to the death and engage in battle at any moment.
The anticipated violent attack failed to materialize.
Thunderous Hell Vine stood firmly ten feet away from Zi Lingtian, and then did something that left Titan and Tang Wutong speechless and incredulous—it slowly lowered its proud head, bent its thick forelimbs and knelt down on the ground with a thud, its huge body kneeling respectfully, actually performing a kneeling salute to Zi Lingtian that had never been seen before in the world of soul beasts.
It bowed to Zi Lingtian willingly and without resistance.
Zi Lingtian gazed quietly at the shocking scene before him, and suddenly understood.
The Thunderous Hell Vine possesses a unique bloodline, flowing with the pure essence of the Thunder God. Within the divine realm, the Thunder God lineage is subordinate to the God of Destruction, having followed him for generations, their connection being extremely profound. The position of the God of Destruction is rooted in the primordial chaos of the universe's beginning, governing the cycle of annihilation and reincarnation of all things; the power of the Thunder God is the embodiment of this primordial chaos in the elemental lightning dimension. Both originate from the same source, share the same principles, and their bloodlines are naturally compatible and aligned.
This Thunderous Hell Vine, with its millennia-long cultivation and profound foundation, only submitted and willingly bowed down because it sensed the direct lineage of the God of Destruction within him.
Zi Lingtian gently pushed aside the Titans who were on guard in front of her and slowly walked forward.
"Little Six! Be careful, don't rush forward!" Titan was very anxious and quickly tried to dissuade him. Even though the ten-thousand-year-old mutated soul beast had submitted, it still harbored unknown dangers. He was really worried about the young Zi Lingtian.
Zi Lingtian did not stop, her expression calm and resolute.
He walked straight to Lei Ming Yan Yu Teng, slowly raised his right hand, and a faint light flickered in his palm. A scepter of destruction, entirely purple-gold with dark patterns, quietly appeared. The scepter was surrounded by a faint aura of the laws of destruction, and two purple soul rings, adapted to his current cultivation level, were slowly flowing and rising along the scepter. Its aura was restrained, yet its power was hidden.
Lei Mingyan Yuteng raised his eyes and stared intently at the scepter that symbolized the power of destruction, his golden vertical pupils locked on it, a hint of extreme fanaticism and a sense of belonging flashing in his eyes.
The next moment, it did something that shocked the Titans and overturned their understanding.
It slowly opened its enormous maw, and from the depths of its divine soul's origin, it condensed and spat out a dazzling golden sphere of primordial light. The sphere hovered in mid-air and slowly rotated, carrying with it all the primordial cultivation of the Thunderous Hell Vine over ten thousand years of arduous training and the essence of the Thunder God's bloodline, flowing with powerful, domineering, and extremely pure energy fluctuations.
This is the core essence condensed from the life cultivation of a soul beast.
It will willingly offer itself as a sacrifice, entrusting all its cultivation to others.
Titan's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints. Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years and guarded the Star Dou Great Forest for many, he had witnessed countless soul beasts fight and perish, forced to sacrifice themselves, but he had never seen a top-tier mutated soul beast with a cultivation level of tens of thousands willingly sacrifice its soul ring to a six-year-old child. Soul beasts are naturally valuing their lives and cultivation. Only when they encounter a supreme being whose bloodline and divine soul are naturally suppressed and worthy of their lifelong devotion will they willingly sacrifice themselves, not for survival, but to entrust their life's cultivation to a wise master and follow them forever.
Zi Lingtian stared at the golden primordial light sphere floating in mid-air, remained silent for a moment, and then raised his hand to steadily catch it in his palm.
The moment the ball of light touched his palm, it instantly transformed into countless tiny golden specks, flowing into Zi Lingtian's body through his meridians and blood vessels. The gentle yet powerful energy instantly washed over his entire body. At the same time, the massive body of the Thunderous Hell Vine gradually transformed into golden streams of light, starting from its limbs, and dissipated into the night forest with the wind.
Its face showed no pain of falling, no resentment of dying, only a sense of relief and heartfelt satisfaction.
"My frail body and decaying bones... to serve the Lord... I have no regrets in this life... it is the greatest honor..."
A faint, ancient, and ethereal whisper of a divine soul lingered in Zi Lingtian's heart for a moment before vanishing completely.
As the Thunderous Hell Vine's body completely dissolved and dissipated, a ten-thousand-year soul ring, its entire body interwoven with black and gold and surrounded by golden lightning patterns, slowly rose from the spot. This was far beyond the reach of ordinary ten-thousand-year soul rings, carrying a rich bloodline of the Thunder God and the power of destruction from the same source, its age steadily fixed at thirty-two thousand years, its foundation far exceeding that of a regular ten-thousand-year soul ring.
Zi Lingtian gazed at the black-gold soul ring before him, took a deep breath, and immediately sat cross-legged, concentrating his mind and preparing to absorb the soul ring.
The Scepter of Destruction hovered silently in the void behind him, while the black-gold spirit ring, carrying the power of thunder and destruction, slowly drifted over and steadily settled onto the scepter's spirit. The instant the spirit ring merged with the scepter, a dazzling golden pillar of light shot into the sky, tearing through the heavy night and instantly illuminating the entire Star Dou Valley, its power boundless and awe-inspiring.
A violent aura of energy swept outwards, the intense light blinding both Titan and Tang Wutong, who instinctively closed their eyes to shield themselves.
As the golden light slowly dissipated, the two opened their eyes and saw that Zi Lingtian was still sitting cross-legged in the same spot, with three spirit rings steadily rotating around him: two purple and one black-gold, clearly layered, each ring exceeding the usual configuration for spirit masters of the same age. At the age of six, a three-ring great spirit master, each ring being the ultimate top-tier configuration of its level, he was exceptionally gifted and rarely seen throughout history.
Zi Lingtian slowly opened his eyes. A faint golden lightning halo now surrounded his originally deep purple eyes, making his aura even more profound and majestic. He slowly rose, raised his right hand, and the Scepter of Destruction appeared in his palm. The third black-gold soul ring suddenly lit up.
A torrent of golden and purple energy erupted from the top of the scepter, rapidly coalescing in the night sky to form a colossal thunderous spear, tens of meters long and possessing overwhelming power. The spear's body shimmered with the dual luster of thunder and flame, its tip condensing the ultimate law of destruction, carrying the power to annihilate all things. Anything struck by this spear would be obliterated and dissolved.
Zi Lingtian raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the giant lightning spear pierced the sky and soared into the clouds.