The Self-Cultivation of a Spinning Top

Instead of rushing towards the center of the fiercest battle, Yun Jingheng flew towards the crack at the edge of the ice.

A Demon Soul Great White Shark, which had just poked its head out from the rift, saw him, opened its blood-red maw, and revealed rows of sharp teeth.

Yun Jingheng raised his hand.

The First Soul Ring lit up.

Crescent Slash.

A crescent-shaped Moon Blade aura flew out silently and precisely cut into the open mouth of the demonic shark.

The sword energy pierced through the mouth and flew out from the tail, leaving a silvery-white trail in the air.

The shark didn't even have time to scream before its body was split in two, its internal organs and blood spreading across the ice in a chaotic mess.

The Moonlight Mark clung to its corpse, emitting a faint silver glow.

Yun Jingheng glanced at the fighting around him, then ascended vertically into the air. The sounds of battle on the ice beneath his feet were gradually dispersed by the whistling sea breeze.

He chose not to land.

The fourth Soul Ring lit up, and the moon-white light spread along the arm to the sword blade, making the entire sword seem to transform into a crescent moon held in the palm.

What's going on?

Mu Ye of the ship, squinted, his tone full of confusion.

Yun Jingheng moved.

The moment the first circle of sword flowers was unleashed, three crescent-shaped sword energies shot downwards in a fan shape.

The sword energy was as thin as a cicada's wing, silently passing through the Sea Soul Beast. The dorsal fin of the three-headed Demon Soul Great White Shark was severed at the root, and blood gushed out.

He didn't stop.

The body began to slowly rotate in the air, and the speed of the sword flowers increased as the rotation accelerated.

The second circle – Six Paths of Sword Qi.

The third lap – lane twelve.

Fourth lap, fifth lap, sixth lap...

When the sword energy shot out from the sword tip, it was no longer scattered, but formed a spiral-shaped barrage, pouring out in all directions with Yun Jingheng as the center.

From the sea, Yun Jingheng looked like a silver-white sun, with countless crescent-shaped rays shooting out from his body, tracing arcs before falling into the Sea Soul Beast.

Each sword strike shattered upon hitting its target, the tearing damage exploding into blossoms of blood on the Sea Soul Beast.

What is this?

Mu Ye's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; how could he not see how sharp the sword energy was?

He turned to look at Zhuo Shi, who was watching the spectacle with amusement, and said, "Isn't this kid a bit too overpowered?"

"Defying the heavens? This is nothing..."

The area covered by the sword energy is expanding.

Yun Jingheng's spinning speed increased rapidly, until the sword flower's rotation was so fast that it could only be seen as a blur of silver light.

His body traced arcs in the air, slowly moving from above the ice towards the sea.

What he needed to do was suppress all the Sea Soul Beast that were trying to flank him from the outside, keeping them at a safe distance.

A Deep Sea Demon Whale with nearly ten thousand years of cultivation burst out from the side, opened its huge mouth, and shot a high-pressure water jet toward Yun Jingheng.

Yun Jingheng's spinning trajectory shifted slightly, and three sword energies drew arcs in the air, simultaneously striking the head of the demonic whale from three directions.

The sword energy shattered, and three tearing wounds exploded on its head, sending scales flying.

The water jet lost its aim and shot into the sky, grazing the hem of Yun Jingheng's clothes.

He continued to spin and move.

"Keep up with Jing Heng's restraint!"

Gu Yue's voice rang out on the ice. The six elements condensed into a colorful beam of light in her hand, which accurately struck the Sea Soul Beast that was trying to ambush Yun Jingheng.

Ye Xinglan lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped onto a protruding piece of ice on the ice surface, thrusting out her sword, Star God.

"Jing Heng's sword energy suppression gave us a chance to breathe."

Yuanen Yehui wiped the blood from his face, and the enormous phantom of the Titan Giant Ape materialized once more. "Now's the time to clean up the ice!"

Xie Xie's figure flashed continuously in the void, each strike precisely finishing off the Sea Soul Beast that had been severely injured by the Moonlight Sword Qi.

Yun Jingheng's spinning pressure had lasted for a full six minutes.

In six minutes, his body traced hundreds of arcs across the sea, stretching from above the ice to the Outer Area the densely populated Sea Soul Beast.

The silvery-white sword energy barrage was like an ever-expanding net, suppressing all the Soul Beast that tried to flank from both sides, keeping them at a safe distance.

But he is not a machine.

The rotation began to show a subtle shift—not out of control, but rather as if it were intentional.

Yun Jingheng's trajectory changed from a regular circle to an irregular ellipse, and from a stable horizontal rotation to a wavy trajectory with ups and downs.

This makes the coverage of his sword energy even more unpredictable.

A Demon Soul Great White Shark King with 20,000 years of cultivation finally couldn't hold back any longer. It burst out of the deep sea, its huge body breaking through the waves, and opened its blood-red maw to bite at Yun Jingheng in the air.

Its body was covered by a light blue water film shield, a defensive skill it had been accumulating for a long time.

Yun Jingheng's spinning trajectory suddenly tightened at this moment.

The barrage that originally covered an area of 100 meters in radius shrank in an instant, and dozens of sword energies converged from all directions to the same point: the head of the Demon Soul Great White Shark King.

The sound of sword energy shattering was continuous; the water membrane shield was torn apart in three seconds, followed by scales, skin, and muscle.

The Demon Soul Great White Shark King let out a mournful cry, its massive body losing its strength in mid-air before crashing heavily into the sea, sending up a spray of water tens of meters high.

Yun Jingheng didn't even glance at it.

Or rather, while keeping the Moonlight Sword spinning, he also kept his own rotation and revolution, so he didn't even see the shark clearly.

All he knew was that something was rushing towards him.

On the ice, the Shrek team's cleaning speed noticeably increased.

Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass wove into a large net, catching all five heavily injured Demon Soul Great White Shark at once. His Golden Dragon Claw swept across, and five pillars of blood gushed out simultaneously.

Yuanen Yehui's Titan Giant Ape phantom had become somewhat illusory, but each of her punches still carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

She smashed a Deep Sea Demon Whale into the ice, shattering the ice and flooding it with seawater. The whale never resurfaced.

Ye Xinglan's Stargod Sword was stained with blood, and her breathing was rapid, but her sword strikes remained precise.

Wu Siduo's speed began to decrease, but each of her flashes was still deadly.

The Hell Spirit Cat's claws gleamed coldly in the sunlight as one Sea Soul Beast after another fell at her feet.

Xie Xie's figure appeared and disappeared intermittently. He no longer pursued a one-hit kill, but instead constantly moved along the edge of the battlefield, Light Dragon Dagger to finish off the Sea Soul Beast that had been severely injured by sword energy.

Gu Yue no longer unleashes wide-range elemental attacks; her Elemental Balance Field has shrunk to cover only the ice battlefield.

The wind element empowered everyone, while the water element formed a barrier beneath the ice, preventing the Sea Soul Beast from launching a sneak attack from below.

Xu Xiaoyan's starlight enveloped the entire icy battlefield. The rapid and frequent use of her Soul Skill caused her lips to turn pale, but her eyes remained fixed on the figure in the air.

Yun Jingheng slowly stopped, gently sheathed his sword, and hovered in mid-air without saying a word.

Sunlight streamed down from behind him, outlining his silhouette with a luminous edge.

He hovered there quietly, his gaze sweeping over the entire battlefield, his expression indifferent, as if the three minutes of frenzied suppression just moments before were nothing more than a casual gesture.

On the ice, the students of the Star Luo Royal Academy stopped what they were doing and looked up at the figure.

"So... so strong..."

A boy muttered to himself, nearly dropping the Soul Guidance Sword in his hand.

"That attack just now... I always thought only Titled Douluo could achieve that level of area suppression."

Another girl covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Is he really One-Word Battle Armor Master like us?"

"It's not a problem with the One-Word Battle Armor Master," the teacher leading the team took a deep breath.

"It's his combination of Soul Skill and combat awareness... that ability to precisely control the landing point of sword energy while spinning at high speed is something I've seen that even some Two-Word Battle Armor masters can't do."

"And how long has he been fighting? He's been flying around attacking since the start of the battle, and he still is..."

Someone glanced at the timer. "It's been almost eight minutes, and your Soul Power hasn't run out yet?"

"Did you see his Soul Ring? Four black and one red! Those are four Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring plus one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

"One hundred thousand years... isn't that something only Titled Douluo deserves?"

"So what kind of monster is he...?"

A murmur of discussion arose, and the students of the Star Luo Royal Academy no longer looked at Yun Jingheng with the same fear or aloofness as before, but with a kind of awe that bordered on worship.

Even the guards and teachers leading the delegation on the ship looked at Yun Jingheng differently at this moment.

"This generation nurtured by the Sea God Pavilion is indeed different."

A veteran Soul Saint sighed softly, "I remember the last time I saw a genius of this caliber was decades ago..."

The middle-aged man next to him chimed in, "This child has the potential to become Super Douluo at least someday."

"Super? You underestimate him."

The old Soul Saint shook his head, his gaze profound. "That red Soul Ring... is not something anyone can control."

On the ice, Wu Zhangkong looked up at Yun Jingheng, frowned, but said nothing, and turned back to continue clearing out the remaining Sea Soul Beast.

Tang Wulin also looked up, but his focus was different from the others.

"Jing Heng, are you alright?" he called out.

Yun Jingheng did not answer.

It remained suspended there quietly, its gaze fixed on the distance, as if contemplating some important matter of life.

"She's probably just tired and resting." Yuanen Yehui wiped the blood from his face, not paying much attention.

Ye Xinglan glanced at Yun Jingheng, feeling that something was amiss, but she didn't dwell on it.

Only Mu Ye stared at Yun Jingheng for five seconds, then suddenly his lips twitched.

"Zhuo Shi ..." he lowered his voice, "Young Yun, isn't something wrong?"

Zhuo Shi, who was already preparing to make a move, looked up upon hearing this.

Then he fell silent.

Yun Jingheng remained motionless, his posture upright and his expression serene. Bathed in light, he looked like a perfect sculpture.

But Zhuo Shi had lived for many years, could tell at a glance that the little guy's eyes were completely unfocused.

They weren't looking into the distance.

He was in a daze.

"..."

Zhuo Shi opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't expose him. He simply silently retracted the foot he had already stepped out.

Never mind, let him take his time.

At this moment, Yun Jingheng, suspended in mid-air, had only one thought in his mind.

Why did I spin for so long?

It spins clockwise, then counter-clockwise, and then it adds a wave-like trajectory to its rotation and revolution. I'm a human, not a spinning top.

He sees everything as double now.

The Sea Soul Beast on the ice surface transformed into monsters with three heads and six tails in his eyes, the sun in the sky became four or five, the sea surface was upside down, and he couldn't even find his own sword.

Do not move.

If you make any moves, you'll be exposed.

He forced himself to keep a straight face, his gaze drifting aimlessly into the distance, when in reality he saw nothing at all.

He wasn't even sure which direction he was facing.

But the discussion below continued.

"Look at his eyes, a calm yet compassionate gaze, as if these Sea Soul Beast are nothing more than ants in his eyes."

"That's what true strength is like: after a massacre, one feels neither joy nor sorrow, but a heart as still as water."

"I wish I had half his self-control..."

Yun Jingheng rolled his eyes inwardly.

I was dizzy.

But he still didn't move, and he didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear that he would vomit up what he had just eaten if he took a deep breath.

He could only maintain his "masterful demeanor," hovering in mid-air, quietly waiting for the dizziness to subside.

The students of the Star Luo Royal Academy on the ice now looked at him with the utmost reverence, as if he were a god.