For the first thirty years, Lu Ye's aura was exceedingly unstable. At times, Yang Qing could even sense a trace of Abyss's aura from him.
This had once filled him with alarm and doubt. Had Lu Ye lost this battle of souls? Was Abyss about to seize his physical body?
Fortunately, as time passed, such occurrences gradually became less frequent.
Another thirty years went by, and Lu Ye's aura steadily stabilized. Yet by then, no matter how Yang Qing called out to him, he received no response from Lu Ye.
He knew that Lu Ye must have sealed off his own Soul Sea. This way, unless Abyss forcibly broke through, the entire Soul Sea would remain in a state of absolute isolation.
Though he could not ascertain the state of the soul battle, judging solely from the changes in Lu Ye's aura over the years, the battle was clearly turning in a favorable direction.
Time flew by, and several more decades passed in a flash.
Then one day, Yang Qing suddenly discovered that the traces unique to Abyss permeating the universe were gradually fading, as though they were being erased.
This invigorated him, making him all the more certain that Lu Ye's side was progressing smoothly.
The soul battle was indeed progressing quite smoothly.
At this moment, within the Soul Sea, faint strands of golden light could already be seen scattered throughout the boundless darkness that had once been dense and utterly pure.
Within the earliest glimmer of golden light, Lu Ye's Soul Body sat cross-legged, his expression incomparably grave. Across from him, Jinyao sat in the same posture, though she appeared far more composed than Lu Ye.
With a casual pinch of her fingers, she placed a piece down, then raised her head and looked at Lu Ye with