Situ Xuan could feel Black Tiger Xuan Sha's pain. It was not physical pain, but a tearing sensation at the level of the soul. The shell of the ten-thousand-year Soul Spirit was being stretched apart, and a new, stronger form of life was being born from within. The process was like a snake shedding its skin, an eagle replacing its feathers, a phoenix rising from the ashes. It had to endure the agony of tearing and reconstruction before it could be reborn.
"Hold steady."
Situ Xuan's voice was low and calm, as if he were speaking to an old friend of many years. His Soul Power continued to pour into Black Tiger Xuan Sha, helping it sort through that berserk energy. His divine soul was connected to Black Tiger Xuan Sha's, so he could feel the Soul Spirit's emotions, its struggle, its fear, its longing.
Black Tiger Xuan Sha's soul body swelled again, and this time, the expansion was more violent than any before. Its body suddenly ballooned from several zhang in size to dozens, hovering above Situ Xuan's head like a small mountain. Its limbs, torso, and head—every part of it was expanding. The black patterns on the surface of its soul body flashed violently, as though enduring some tremendous pressure.
Situ Xuan's brows knitted tightly, and a fine layer of sweat seeped across his forehead. He increased the output of his Soul Power, pushing the Cloud Heart Technique to its limit. The Soul Power inside him poured into Black Tiger Xuan Sha like floodwaters released from a dam, endless and surging. His face gradually turned pale, but his hands remained steady on his knees, and his breathing stayed even.
After Black Tiger Xuan Sha's soul body swelled to its limit, it suddenly contracted.
Its body of dozens of