Deprivation of the Five Senses!? Mu Chen's Shock

"Colorless Wall?"

Hearing him say that.

Mu Chen and his daughter both lowered their heads, their expressions as they looked at the wall before them changing once more.

This light screen appeared as thin as a cicada's wing, seemingly shattering at a touch, yet the energy fluctuations emanating from within made even a powerful expert like Mu Chen feel a trace of strangeness.

Mu Xi curiously leaned closer, but didn't dare to reach out.

Mu Chen, skilled and bold, and extremely curious, cautiously extended his index finger, tentatively touching the edge of the light screen.

The moment his fingertip contacted the light screen!

An indescribable sensation instantly swept over Mu Chen!

He felt his vision go black, his ears buzzed, and all surrounding sounds, sights, smells... seemed to be instantly stripped away!

Even more terrifying was that the powerful soul power circulating within his body abruptly halted, as if forcibly suppressed and frozen by an invisible force!

Although this feeling lasted for less than a tenth of a second before he, with his powerful Soul Douluo-level strength, instantly broke free, The bizarre experience of that moment still sent a tremor through his heart, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back!

"Hiss--!"

Mu Chen gasped, abruptly withdrawing his hand, his gaze towards Yao Chuan filled with disbelief and shock.

"This... this feeling... sensory deprivation? Soul power suppression?!

This... how is this possible! You're only level thirteen!"

He was a dignified Soul Douluo!

Yao Chuan, a mere junior soul master who had just awakened his martial soul and was only level thirteen, had his soul skill produce such a significant effect, even one that made him feel threatened?!

Even if only for a moment, this was too heaven-defying!

This was no ordinary soul skill, this was practically the nascent form of... invincible potential!

Although Mu Xi hadn't experienced it directly, seeing her father's shocked expression and his exclamations, she understood that Yao Chuan's first soul skill was definitely extraordinary. A look of pleasant surprise and pride appeared on her small face:

"Yao Chuan! That's amazing! That soul skill sounds so powerful!"

"Phew..."

However, as Mu Chen marveled and Mu Xi cheered, Yao Chuan let out a soft breath, his face turning visibly pale at an alarming rate, fine beads of sweat even appearing on his forehead.

That mysterious white light screen also disappeared.

Mu Xi, with her sharp eyes, immediately noticed something was wrong. She quickly stepped forward to support Yao Chuan's arm, asking with concern:

"Yao Chuan? What's wrong? Your face looks so pale."

Yao Chuan shook his head slightly, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion:

"Dad, come over and take a look."

Mu Xi's voice was filled with obvious anxiety, and she tightened her grip on Yao Chuan's arm.

"Is Yao Chuan... really going to be alright? His face is so pale."

She looked up at her father, her eyes full of worry.

Mu Chen was feeling emotional.

Seeing how worried his daughter was just now, he felt a tiny bit sour.

'When I was tired from forging before and couldn't even stand steadily, I didn't see this girl rush over to support me so anxiously...'

Of course, this slight feeling of being left out passed in an instant.

Yao Chuan's condition was the priority.

He quickly stepped forward, his expression turning serious.

"Don't panic, Xi'er, let Dad take a look."

He reached out, placing his palm on Yao Chuan's forehead, and carefully probed inside with a gentle and potent stream of soul power, meticulously sensing Yao Chuan's condition.

The office fell silent.

Mu Xi watched her father's actions nervously, not daring to breathe.

Yao Chuan closed his eyes, diligently regulating his depleted mental energy, his face still somewhat pale.

After a long while, Mu Chen withdrew his hand, letting out a long sigh of relief.

A look of reassurance appeared on his face. He patted his daughter's shoulder, his tone much gentler.

"Don't worry, Xi'er, it's not a big problem."

"Yao Chuan's condition is just that the mental energy consumed by that soul skill was too great, and it was completely drained."

"His body itself isn't damaged, it's just that his mental energy is severely overdrawn, causing him to be weak."

He pointed to the fine sweat on Yao Chuan's forehead, "See, he's just tired. With some rest and something to replenish his mental energy, he'll recover quickly."

Hearing her father say this, Mu Xi's suspended heart finally settled back into her chest.

She let out a sigh of relief, but still asked with some unease.

"Then... this soul skill is so powerful, is it because his mental strength isn't strong enough yet that it's limited?"

"If Yao Chuan's mental strength becomes stronger in the future, how powerful will this 'Colorless Wall' become?"

She said, her eyes sparkling, full of longing and anticipation for Yao Chuan's future.

Mu Chen listened to his daughter's words, the shock from the soul skill's power slowly subsiding, but his brows furrowed slightly.

He stroked his chin, looking at Yao Chuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, his expression becoming solemn.

"Xi'er, you saying that... has reminded me."

"This soul skill's power is indeed astonishing, but its consumption is also outrageously high. This actually exposes a key problem that Yao Chuan is currently facing."

He paused, organizing his thoughts.

"You must know, it is now the Soul Spirit Era."

"A soul master's soul ring is obtained by fusing with soul spirits. The more powerful the soul spirit, the more soul rings it can provide."

"For example, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Spirit could provide at least two soul rings, right?"

"Yao Chuan has Twin Martial Souls."

Mu Chen's tone grew a bit more serious.

"What does this mean? It means that if he wants to reach his ultimate combat power in the future, he will need a full eighteen soul rings!"

"To accumulate so many soul rings, he will need to fuse with several powerful Ten Thousand Year Soul Spirits at least, perhaps even Hundred Thousand Year Level ones!"

"The difficulty of this, just thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle!"

He sighed, "Fusing with powerful soul spirits, especially high-year soul spirits, requires terrifyingly high soul strength, that is, mental strength, from the soul master! That is a height almost unattainable by ordinary people."

"Not to mention..."

Mu Chen's gaze fell on Yao Chuan, with a hint of heartache and worry.

"The soul skill that Yao Chuan awakened himself happens to be a skill that demands extremely high mental strength. This is like a double shackle."

"He only has his first soul ring now, and his mental strength is already stretched thin. In the future..."

He didn't finish, but the meaning was clear.

The road ahead would be exceptionally difficult due to the bottleneck of mental strength.

Mu Xi's joy and anticipation instantly vanished from her face.

It was replaced by deep worry.

Her father's analysis made too much sense.

While the potential of Twin Martial Souls was immense, the combination of a mental-strength-draining soul skill and the massive demand for fusing multiple high-level soul spirits was simply an insurmountable chasm!

She subconsciously tightened her grip on Yao Chuan's hand, as if wanting to transfer her strength to him.

Just then, Yao Chuan, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

Although his complexion was still a little pale, his eyes had regained some clarity and calmness.

He had heard Mu Chen's worries and felt Mu Xi's nervousness.

The corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly, revealing a faint smile that held a hint of helplessness yet also confidence.

"Uncle Mu, don't worry so much."

His voice was a little weak, but his tone was firm.

"My situation... might be a little better than you think."

He looked at Mu Chen and Mu Xi's confused gazes, paused, and dropped a piece of information.

"It's like this."

"I'm a bit similar to that young master Xie Xie from the Xie family; we are both different from normal Twin Martial Souls."

Yao Chuan's gaze swept over the palm from which he had summoned his first soul ring.

As he spoke, he raised his other hand.

A completely different aura permeated the air.

Buzz!

A spear, dark red all over, ancient and ferocious in design, as if forged from solidified blood, appeared silently in his hand.

The Blood Spear!

That was his second martial soul!

And what was even more shocking was--

Beneath the Blood Spear, which exuded a chilling, malevolent aura, gently pulsing was the same deep and mysterious purple soul ring that he had just obtained by absorbing the Ao Jin White Flame Dragon soul spirit!

It was exactly the same as the soul ring that appeared when he summoned the Black Dragon Martial Soul before!

Twin Martial Souls, sharing a single soul ring!