Spirit Sea

Lin Xingyu sat upright on the bed and entered a meditative state. A faint red glow flickered over his skin, slowly flowing along the lines of his body. His breathing was even, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if resonating with the power of heaven and earth, while his body trembled subtly.

He temporarily parted from the shocking celestial scene in his meditation and quickly focused on cultivation, splitting his attention in two. His consciousness was as calm as a lake, drawing in the power of heaven and earth while tempering his Bloodline Power, sending vibrations surging through his entire body.

Inside him, Soul Power was like a wild torrent, charging recklessly through his meridians, and his level of life continued to rise through this dual cultivation.

As his Soul Power surged violently, a wondrous phenomenon appeared. Thunderous sounds rang out from within his body, each one like an impassioned roar of Soul Power, shaking his meridians until they trembled faintly.

At the same time, his Bloodline Power roamed through his whole body like a flood dragon, flowing along his skin, bones, organs, and meridians, letting out heaven-shaking roars. It brimmed with vitality and strength, and wherever it passed, his body burst with vigorous life, completing a transformation from the inside out.

In Lin Xingyu's Sea of Consciousness, all was silent, and a mysterious, dazzling scene unfolded. He stood at the core of his spiritual world, his gaze fixed tightly on the Crimson Gold lake of Spiritual Power.

The moment he stepped into his Sea of Consciousness, Lin Xingyu saw that lake. It was like a radiant star in the cosmos, giving off a soft, profound Crimson Gold light, mysterious and ancient.

The surface of the lake rippled gently, waves spreading layer by layer, each one carrying fragments of Lin Xingyu's spiritual cultivation. Through unremitting effort and talent, his Spiritual Power had reached the Spirit Sea Realm, achieving a qualitative leap.

When he looked up, his current Sea of Consciousness was vast and boundless. Waves churned across the lake's surface like a surging ocean in the real world, immense without end.

The Spirit Sea Realm meant the mind was like a vast ocean, and Spiritual Power had stepped into a higher level. It was the foundation for becoming a powerhouse.

Whether one was a peak Mecha pilot or a Soul Master, they had to reach this level before they could carry up to five Yellow Soul Spirits, three Purple Soul Spirits, or one Black Soul Spirit.

A cold, murderous aura surged fiercely up from the bottom of the sea like an invisible blade, instantly slicing apart the peaceful atmosphere.

That aura carried the blood reek of an ancient battlefield, chilling one to the bone, as if one had been placed on a cruel battlefield.

Immediately after, a terrifying aura blotted out the sky and covered the ocean, bringing a tremor that sank deep into the soul, making one fear that some unseeable horror was hidden in the deep sea.

At the same time, a majestic aura gathered like thunder, solemn and grave, inspiring awe and submission, making one deeply aware of one's own insignificance.

And as all these auras intertwined, an intense aura of conquest swept in like a tsunami.

In an instant, Lin Xingyu's Spiritual Power was like a comet that had gathered all its momentum, crashing thunderously into the barrier of the Spirit Sea Realm. That seemingly tough boundary collapsed in an instant under the impact of the surging force. After the breakthrough, his Spiritual Power was like a wild horse that had slipped its reins, racing madly toward an even higher level with lightning speed.

Five hundred... five hundred and fifty-six... six hundred and twenty-six... six hundred and eighty-two...

In the blink of an eye, Lin Xingyu's Spiritual Power broke through the eight-hundred-point mark! In truth, he had long been at the peak of the Spirit Connection Realm. He had simply been trapped by the bottleneck to breakthrough for a long time, and now he had finally crossed it successfully.

At the critical moment, high above the Sea of Consciousness, the ball of light symbolizing his martial soul suddenly plummeted without warning, plunging into the Crimson Gold lake of Spiritual Power with a splash. In that instant, the auras of the two were like converging torrents, linking tightly together.

For a time, the domineering force of conquest, the bloodiness of slaughter, the violence of destruction, the icy chill of death, and the derangement of madness—all sorts of extreme and terrifying auras poured wildly outward, interweaving and colliding with one another. The stench of iron and blood, the searing heat of blade and fire, also merged and churned violently in the spiritual domain, spreading an atmosphere of terror as if doomsday had descended.

What was astonishing was that his martial soul, originally in the form of cold armor, had been infused with a mysterious power and was undergoing a drastic change. Wrapped in the Crimson Gold lake water, something inside the martial soul seemed to be striving to grow.

A phantom flickered within it, appearing and vanishing. It was actually Lin Xingyu's likeness. He seemed to be struggling, transforming, trying to break through his restraints and fully take shape.

But at the crucial moment, everything came to an abrupt halt, as if forcibly stopped by an invisible giant hand. The violent surging gradually settled, and the thing that was about to be born fell short at the final step. Everything returned to calm.

Just a little more! His martial soul had failed to evolve!

Lin Xingyu could not help feeling a little regretful!

Lin Xingyu's consciousness blurred, and his soul seemed to return to the turbulent military camp of his second life. All around him, battle cries shook the heavens, warhorses neighed, and meteors streaked across the night sky with an aura of destruction. Not far away, Martial Arts powerhouses charged ferociously as blood sprayed, fully displaying the cruelty of war.

He suddenly realized that deep in his heart, his desire for glory and conquest had never been extinguished. It was precisely because of this that, at twelve years old, he had followed his father to the battlefield, wholeheartedly seeking to establish merit and make his name, unafraid of dying in battle.

After a struggle within his heart, Lin Xingyu accepted his true self, and finally understood that a martial soul was the reflection of the soul, the manifestation of inner desire and strength.

Lin Xingyu was immersed in Deep Meditation, isolated from the clamor of the outside world. He carefully sensed the changes within his body. Every inch of his skin, bones, and meridians was undergoing a transformation in which power settled and the soul was elevated.

In an instant, the boundary between him and his martial soul disappeared, and the two fused. At this moment, the martial soul became the embodiment of his soul and will, while he became the vivid reflection of his martial soul.

This wondrous fusion allowed Lin Xingyu to experience the Martial Soul Avatar in advance and touch the edge of higher-level power. With this rare opportunity, he comprehended the mysteries of power fusion, uniting Bloodline Power, Soul Power, and Spiritual Power as one, drawing upon the power of the Martial Soul Origin. Everything was guided by the will to "conquer all."

In the end, Deep Meditation gave birth to a Self-Created Soul Skill. When activated, with the aid of "High-Dimensional Vision," Lin Xingyu unified all the power in his body into an all-out strike, and enemies struck by it would feel fear and submission arise in their hearts.

This soul skill was similar to abilities like Reign of the World, all of them possessing the power to awe an enemy's heart. It was just that his strength was limited, and he could not stir the Martial Soul Origin, only draw out a wisp of its aura.

By the time the sky was bright, Lin Xingyu ended his meditation and checked his own condition.