Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul Riots

"So this is the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife! It has been completely tainted by the curse of evil thoughts; I cannot sense a shred of life from it," Bei Bei murmured as he stared at the carving knife.

Originally, Bei Bei had intended to go straight to Mu En to have the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife purified, but the moment his gaze fell upon it, he found himself unable to look away, a restless urge stirring deep within his heart.

Wisps of black mist continuously emanated from Bei Bei's body, and a black scale manifested on his forehead, yet he seemed completely unaware of it.

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the blade of the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife.

A cold, vicious, and malevolent aura surged from his fingertips into his body, racing along his meridians straight toward his sea of spirit.

Bei Bei's body shuddered as he felt an agonizing pain in his soul; it was as if his sea of spirit were being torn apart, each impact leaving him in unbearable torment.

Just as the evil power of the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife rampaged through his body, a low, deep dragon roar slowly resonated.

Bei Bei's consciousness regained a sliver of clarity, and he felt a jolt of shock in his heart—what was happening to him?

His Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul manifested on its own, possessing his body automatically, and Bei Bei's golden eyes stared fixedly at the carving knife in his hand, as if looking at some supreme tonic.

Bei Bei could feel that his Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul hungered to devour the power of the evil curse within the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife.

Beyond its formidable darkness, the abilities of the Dark Sacred Dragon also included the power of devouring and corrosion.

At this moment, it was completely drawn to the evil power contained within the carving knife and began to continuously consume the wisps of fierce, evil energy that had invaded his body.

The black aura around Bei Bei grew increasingly dense, spilling from beneath his feet like splashed ink, spreading across the floor, the walls, and everything around him, as if the entire room were being swallowed by darkness.

The Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife in his hand was now wrapped in dark power, and a potent devouring force erupted from within Bei Bei, engaging in a fierce clash with the evil power inside the knife.

A phantom, hideous face drifted out from the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife—it was the Evil Spirit, the soul master who had originally forged it.

Wisps of pitch-black, dragon-shaped power continuously emerged from Bei Bei's body, tearing madly at the Evil Spirit.

Zhang Lexuan, who had been cultivating outside, sensed the powerful evil aura radiating from Bei Bei's room.

Worried, she burst inside, only to find the entire room seemingly enveloped in darkness.

Bei Bei stood in the center of the room, clutching something in his hand, and all the evil aura was emanating from that very object.

"Bei Bei!" Zhang Lexuan cried out anxiously.

However, Bei Bei was currently unable to control his own body and naturally could not respond to Zhang Lexuan's call.

Zhang Lexuan quickly realized that it must be the object in Bei Bei's hand that had triggered the riot of his second martial soul, the Dark Sacred Dragon.

She immediately summoned her martial soul, and a bright moon rose beside her as she attempted to force her way in.

But the dark aura radiating from Bei Bei seemed to resist her intensely, and waves of dark power continuously launched attacks in her direction.

Because a portion of the dark power was diverted to attack Zhang Lexuan, the fierce aura of the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife gained the upper hand, beginning to invade Bei Bei's body once more and forcing him to let out cries of pain.

Seeing this, Zhang Lexuan dared not take another step into the room, and, burning with anxiety, she immediately searched for a solution.

"Bei Bei, you must hold on; I'm going to find Mu En."

Realizing she could not resolve this herself, she prepared to go and bring others.

After Zhang Lexuan left, the dark power once again focused its full attention on attacking the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife.

As time slowly passed, the darkness of the Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul gradually gained the upper hand, beginning to devour that evil power bit by bit until, finally, the entire power of the evil curse within the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife was consumed.

The Dark Sacred Dragon let out a low roar, as if it had feasted on a great tonic.

Bei Bei also felt a surge of power flood into his body; not only did his soul power increase, but his physical body also became stronger, and the pitch-black dragon scale on his forehead shimmered with an even deeper luster.

The moment the evil aura of the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife dissipated, it returned to its original appearance: a clear, crystal-like emerald green, radiating a rich and pure aura of life.

The name "Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife" no longer suited it; it should be called the Blade of Life!

Bei Bei felt countless dark thoughts surging endlessly from the depths of his heart, making him feel somewhat manic, craving slaughter, craving blood.

Was this what it felt like to lose control of an evil martial soul? Deep within Bei Bei's soul, the Radiant Sacred Dragon martial soul radiated a pure light, preserving a final shred of reason and a sanctuary of purity.

Bei Bei had always focused on cultivating his first martial soul, the Radiant Sacred Dragon, and had bestowed it with three soul rings.

Yet, at this moment, he was unable to suppress his second martial soul, the Dark Sacred Dragon; the Evil Spirit within the carving knife had been at least a rank-9 soul master during its lifetime.

Even with only a sliver of the Evil Spirit remaining, once devoured by the Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul, its dark, evil power surged accordingly.

It was precisely because of this that the dark power within Bei Bei completely suppressed the power of the Radiant Sacred Dragon, causing him to lose control.

The darkness beneath Bei Bei's feet began to spread continuously, devouring all material life to serve as nourishment, constantly fueling the Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul.

Feeling his power increasing with every passing second, Bei Bei couldn't help but sigh; no wonder so many evil soul masters fell into depravity—the feeling of such rapid growth in strength was simply too intoxicating!

Just then, Mu En hurried over.

"The Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul has actually grown this much!" Mu En was somewhat surprised, and a brilliant aura of light erupted from his body.

"Mu En, it's the object in Bei Bei's hand that caused his second martial soul to riot," Zhang Lexuan said, quickly relaying her suspicions.

As the powerful light enveloped the area, the darkness around Bei Bei was rapidly purified, and the Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul, sensing a threat, began to grow violent.

Bei Bei's body gradually became unable to withstand the clash between these two forces, and fine cracks began to appear on his skin.

Mu En frowned slightly; the dark and light powers within Bei Bei were currently unbalanced, and he had to find a way to restore equilibrium between them.

Mu En intended to take Bei Bei into the Golden Ancient Tree to use its power to suppress the dark energy of the Dark Sacred Dragon within him.

"Great-Grandfather, I... I have... a way," Bei Bei said, trembling slightly as he regained control of his body.

Seeing this, Mu En ceased his movements, merely continuing to release a steady stream of powerful light to suppress the dark power within Bei Bei.

Bei Bei struggled to control the hand holding the Blade of Life and thrust it violently toward the center of his own forehead.

Mu En was shocked, but it was too late to intervene; the sharp tip of the blade had already pierced the black dragon scale between his brows.

"Bei Bei!" Zhang Lexuan's eyes instantly filled with tears as she cried out in despair and grief.