Da Siming's Black-Red Light Cocoon

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On the high platform, Chen Zhang roared, "Jinhua! Save them!"

Zuo Jinhua's figure turned into the phantom of a vicious golden ram and lunged out, only to be intercepted halfway by two Soul Emperors from the Bone Excavation Group, who had been watching them the entire time and stopped him with their lives on the line!

Jian Xinyue's figure drifted and shifted within the defensive circle, the Ink Crystal Bottle flickering constantly with dim light.

Fifth Soul Skill · Ink Crystal Dust Mist! It slowed the enemy swarm surging toward the breach.

Fourth Soul Skill · Ink Crystal Flow! Viscous black liquid wrapped around a Soul King charging at the very front like lightning.

Unlike Jian Hezhi, who leaned toward support, Jian Xinyue and her father Jian Hesong leaned toward control. These two soul skills created opportunities for Qiu Qingquan and the war dogs to pounce and kill.

Second Soul Skill · Ink Crystal Body! The light of this group enhancement soul skill had remained over everyone the whole time, continuously repairing its depleted effects.

Third Soul Skill · Calm Heart Mirror! The phantom of a black crystal mirror flashed into being, its mirror light spreading outward, instantly soothing the Soul Power fluctuations and panic on their side caused by Yuan Run's severe injuries and the opened defensive line, while also restoring a little Soul Power and healing their wounds.

Qiu Qingquan, An Mingyuan, and the others immediately felt their Spirit Platforms turn cool and clear. Their minds, on the verge of collapse, were refreshed, and their chaotic Soul Power also stabilized.

Her support was vital, holding the crumbling defensive line together like glue, but her own Soul Power was also bottoming out at frightening speed. The Ink Crystal Bottle's light had long since lost its initial brilliance, even though she had taken medicine too.

The defensive circle had been compressed to less than thirty meters. It was already swaying in the wind and rain.

The tremendous consumption of Soul Power and the newly added wounds all announced that their limits were drawing near.

Everyone's gazes, almost involuntarily and with one last trace of hope, turned toward Chen Xiaojun, who stood with eyes closed, his pressure withdrawn, sunken into silence.

How much longer did he need?

The collapsed Soul Power around him had already condensed into something solid, turning into a sword cocoon as black as ink, with dark red bloodshot lines flowing over its surface.

At that moment, atop the sword cocoon, a fine yet dazzling scarlet crack suddenly spread open!

Hum!

An indescribable tremor erupted without warning at the heart of the battlefield.

It was not sound, but a roar that acted directly on the level of the soul.

Crack!

A crisp sound like shattering glass rang clearly in the ears of every soul master whose nerves were drawn taut and whose senses had been magnified without limit.

The increasingly heart-stopping "Sword Cocoon" that enveloped Chen Xiaojun—its pressure turned inward—suddenly became covered in spiderweb-like cracks across its surface without any external force touching it.

In the next instant, the Sword Cocoon shattered with a boom, turning into tiny points of light that dissolved into the air.

Chen Xiaojun opened his eyes.

Yes, it was just that coincidental!

Perhaps the continuous slaughter and sacrifice had dropped a boulder into the still lake of his heart, stirring warning ripples; perhaps the protective will that came from the depths of his bloodline had let out a roar at the critical point before collapse; or perhaps, somewhere in the unseen, the thread called fate had finally been stretched to its limit upon this Sea of Corpses and Blood, giving its final cry before snapping.

Chen Xiaojun's eyes were as deep as though they contained an entire galaxy, yet also so clear that they reflected this purgatorial battlefield.

There was none of the confusion of someone newly awakened, only an icy calm that had settled to its deepest depths and... an indifferent majesty that stood above the mortal world.

That was not emotion. It was more like the manifestation of some kind of will of rules!

The entire battlefield choked still!

At the rear, the tense Chen Zhang let out a long breath, sharp light bursting from his eyes. "It's done!"

Zuo Jinhua trembled all over with excitement, his voice shaking. "This pressure... a Saint Artifact? A Divine Artifact?!"

And inside Chen Xiaojun's vast and boundless Upper Soul Nest, an astonishing change was taking place at this very moment!

Above the center of his sea of consciousness, the enormous black-red light cocoon that exuded an ominous and dignified aura was now covered in dense spiderweb-like cracks.

Every flicker of light was accompanied by strands of terrifying aura of destruction and creation leaking out, as if some forbidden thing was about to break free of its shell.

However, behind this enormous Black-Red Light Cocoon, the phantom of a Seven Kill Sword, ancient in form yet sharp enough in aura to sever time and space, was quietly suspended.

Nethersea Seven Kill Sword Phantom Soul!

At this moment, on the blade of this Phantom Soul sword, those profound and mysterious bloodline grooves were opening and closing, pulsing like living things.

Countless strands of visible negative energy—from the dense blood qi, killing aura, violent resentment, and other such forces that filled the battlefield—were being frantically drawn in by an invisible power, gathered together, and transformed into scarlet streams that poured endlessly into the cracked Black-Red Light Cocoon ahead.

Boom! Boom!

Nourished by this immense blood qi and battlefield baleful energy, the pulse of the Black-Red Light Cocoon suddenly intensified.

Every violent flash of light was accompanied by a dull thunderous sound from within, like a heartbeat and yet like space shattering. The cracks on the light cocoon's surface deepened and spread with it.

Chen Xiaojun's gaze swept across this battlefield where others fought for him, drenched in blood and locked in slaughter. Deep in those indifferent eyes, an extremely complex, indescribable ripple flashed by.

He sensed the pulse of that Phantom Soul sword. He sensed it greedily drawing in every trace of negative energy on the battlefield to support Her "awakening."

Or perhaps it was through the connection between the Nethersea Seven Kill Sword and the Phantom Soul that it devoured negative energy.

Da Siming, god of judgment and death, god of war and protection, God of Fate.

"Was it you who protected me?" A voice so faint it was like a sigh rang out in the depths of his heart, audible only to him.

It was both a question directed at that mysterious Nethersea Seven Kill Sword Phantom Soul hidden deep within his sea of consciousness, and a kind of confirmation that it had actively absorbed the battlefield's blood energy to forcibly accelerate the cocoon-breaking process.

Yet in the next instant, a wave of regret surged into his heart.

He could clearly feel that although the Black-Red Light Cocoon in his sea of consciousness had cracked, the power nurtured within it—the fleeting chance at enlightenment he had touched on the edge of life and death, under immense pressure, concerning the deeper laws of the Seven Kill Sword... had been interrupted!

That interruption came from the pressure of the outside world, and also from the "premature birth" caused by the Phantom Soul Sword forcibly ripening it with the battlefield's blood energy.

"What a pity... The enlightenment... was interrupted." Chen Xiaojun sighed inwardly.

That sense of absolute power that had just risen up, as though he could control everything, was still vast and surging, but it now carried an indescribable sense of incompleteness... and an ice-cold hostility awakened ahead of time from the depths of his soul.

That hostility was quietly merging into that indifferent majesty.

But the battlefield was dynamic, unceasing.

Under the cover of the pack of dogs, Qiu Qingquan turned into an afterimage. His Dark Corrosion Claw pierced through the back of a Soul King controlled by the Ink Crystal Bottle, only for three Soul Ancestors to strike him together in the left shoulder, the crack of bone clear and grating.

He spat blood and flew backward, and the Five Black Dogs barely managed to catch his collar in their jaws and drag him back to the edge of the defensive line.

The breach had already opened.

Chen Shurui and Chen Bin's dark barrier shook violently as cracks spread across it. A Soul Emperor from the Bone Excavation Group burned his blood essence, and his Bone Hammer smashed down ferociously.

Crack!

The Light and Dark Shield Wall instantly shrank by one-third. Both men groaned, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

Ma Liang's flaming wings burned fiercely, alternating Phoenix Meteor Shower and Phoenix Shockwave to suppress the swarm of Iron Winged Bats.

After the light of his right-arm Soul Bone Skill flashed and precisely killed a flying Soul King, the radiance of his wings suddenly dimmed. With his Soul Power greatly depleted, he was forced to land, gasping for breath.

Chen Mu's sword light was completely engulfed by the afterimages of the Ghost Bat Soul Saint's bat wings. Each Sword Flower was torn apart by Claws the moment it bloomed, and the sword-qi tornado of the Wind Breathing Technique was frozen by cold Soul Power.

The Ghost Bat Soul Saint activated his Fifth Soul Skill, Blood Bat Sonic Boom—an ear-piercing shriek drove straight into the soul.

Blood seeped from Chen Mu's seven orifices, and his sword momentum instantly fell into disorder. Three deep gashes were torn into his left shoulder by the claw wind, and he staggered, then crashed heavily to the ground not far in front of Chen Xiaojun.