"Colorless Wall?"
When he heard this.
Mu Chen and his daughter both lowered their heads to look at the wall before them, their expressions shifting further.
The barrier looked as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it would shatter at a touch. Yet the energy fluctuations faintly emanating from it made even a powerful expert like Mu Chen feel that something was off.
Mu Xi curiously edged closer, but didn't dare reach out.
Mu Chen was skilled and bold, and his curiosity got the better of him. He cautiously extended his index finger and tentatively touched the edge of the barrier.
The instant his fingertip made contact with the barrier!
An indescribable sensation swept over Mu Chen!
Everything went black before his eyes. His ears rang, and all the sounds, sights, and smells around him... seemed to be ripped away in an instant!
Even more terrifying, the rich Soul Power coursing through his body suddenly faltered, as if an invisible force had forcibly suppressed and frozen it!
Although the sensation lasted less than a tenth of a second before he broke free with the immense power of a Soul Douluo,
That bizarre experience still sent a violent tremor through his heart, and a thin sheen of cold sweat instantly broke out across his back!
"Hiss—!"
Mu Chen sucked in a sharp breath and snatched his hand back, staring at Yao Chuan in utter disbelief.
"This... this feeling... stripping away the five senses? Suppressing Soul Power?!
"How... how is this possible?! You're only at level thirteen!"
He was a dignified Soul Douluo!
Yao Chuan was only a junior Soul Master who had just awakened his Martial Soul and had reached level thirteen, yet the Soul Skill he released had such a clear effect on him—one that even made him feel threatened?!
Even if it had only lasted an instant, this was far too extraordinary!
This wasn't an ordinary Soul Skill. This was practically... the embryonic form of invincibility!
Mu Xi hadn't experienced it firsthand, but seeing the shock on her father's face and hearing what had slipped from his lips, she understood that Yao Chuan's First Soul Skill was extraordinary. Her little face lit up with delight and pride.
"Yao Chuan! That's amazing! Your Soul Skill sounds so powerful!"
"Phew..."
Yet just as Mu Chen marveled and Mu Xi cheered, Yao Chuan softly exhaled. His face visibly paled, and beads of sweat appeared at his temples.
The mysterious white barrier vanished along with it.
Mu Xi was quick to notice something was wrong. She hurried forward and grabbed Yao Chuan's arm, asking anxiously,
"Yao Chuan? What's wrong? You look so pale!"
Yao Chuan gave a faint shake of his head, his voice tinged with fatigue.
"Dad, come over and take a look."
Mu Xi's voice was clearly anxious, and her grip on Yao Chuan's arm tightened.
"Yao Chuan... he's really going to be okay, isn't he? His face is so pale."
She looked up at her father, her eyes full of worry.
Mu Chen was feeling rather emotional.
Seeing how worried his daughter was made him feel just a tiny bit jealous.
When I got exhausted from forging before and was so weak I could barely stand, I didn't see this girl rushing over to support me with such concern...
Of course, that little pang of jealousy vanished in a flash.
Yao Chuan's condition was what mattered.
Mu Chen hurried forward, his expression turning serious.
"Don't panic, Xi'er. Let me take a look."
He reached out and pressed his palm to Yao Chuan's forehead. A trace of gentle, powerful Soul Power cautiously entered him, carefully sensing the condition of his body.
The office fell silent.
Mu Xi watched her father intently, not daring to make a sound.
Yao Chuan closed his eyes and tried to regulate his depleted mental power. His face remained somewhat pale.
After a long while, Mu Chen finally withdrew his hand and let out a long breath.
Relief showed on his face. He patted his daughter on the shoulder, his tone easing.
"Don't worry, Xi'er. It's nothing serious."
"Yao Chuan's just used up too much mental power with that Soul Skill. It drained him all at once."
"His body itself hasn't been harmed. His mental power is just badly depleted, so he's exhausted."
He pointed to the fine sweat at Yao Chuan's temples. "See? He's just worn out. Let him rest and have something to replenish his mental power. He'll recover soon."
Only after hearing her father say this did Mu Xi's anxious heart finally settle.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked, somewhat worried,
"Then... is that Soul Skill so powerful because his mental power isn't strong enough yet, and that's limiting it?"
"If Yao Chuan's mental power gets stronger in the future, just how powerful will this 'Colorless Wall' become?"
As she spoke, her eyes sparkled with anticipation and hope for Yao Chuan's future.
Hearing his daughter's words, Mu Chen's shock at the Soul Skill's power gradually subsided, but his brows furrowed again.
He stroked his chin and looked at Yao Chuan, who had his eyes closed to recover. His expression grew grave.
"Xi'er, now that you mention it... you've reminded me of something."
"This Soul Skill is indeed astonishingly powerful, but its cost is outrageous too. That actually reveals a crucial problem Yao Chuan faces right now."
He paused to gather his thoughts.
"You have to understand, we're in the Soul Spirit Era now."
"A Soul Master obtains Soul Rings 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 should be able to provide at least two Soul Rings, right?"
"Yao Chuan has Twin Martial Souls."
Mu Chen's tone grew more emphatic.
"What does that mean? It means that if he wants to reach his full combat potential in the future, he'll need a full eighteen Soul Rings!"
"To collect that many Soul Rings, he'll have to fuse with several powerful ten-thousand-year Soul Spirits at the very least. He might even need Hundred Thousand Year Level Soul Spirits!"
"Just thinking about how difficult that'll be makes my scalp crawl!"
He sighed. "Fusing with powerful Soul Spirits, especially high-year ones, places terrifying demands on a Soul Master's own soul strength—in other words, their mental power! It's a level that ordinary people can scarcely hope to reach."
"What's more..."
Mu Chen looked at Yao Chuan, concern and sympathy in his eyes.
"The Soul Skill Yao Chuan awakened is, of all things, one that places extremely high demands on mental power. It's like being shackled twice over."
"He's only on his First Soul Ring, and his mental power is already stretched thin. What about later...?"
He didn't continue, but his meaning was clear.
Because of the mental-power barrier, the road ahead would be exceptionally difficult.
The delight and anticipation on Mu Xi's face vanished instantly.
They were replaced by deep worry.
Her father's reasoning made too much sense.
The potential of Twin Martial Souls was enormous, but a Soul Skill that consumed mental power combined with the tremendous demands of fusing with multiple high-tier Soul Spirits was practically an insurmountable chasm!
She instinctively clasped Yao Chuan's hand, as if she could pass her strength on to him.
Just then, Yao Chuan, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
His face was still somewhat pale, but his eyes had regained some clarity and calm.
He had heard Mu Chen's concerns and felt Mu Xi's anxiety.
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, forming a faint smile that held a hint of helplessness, yet remained confident.
"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."
Seeing the puzzled looks on Mu Chen and Mu Xi's faces, he paused and dropped a piece of information on them.
"It's like this."
"Xie Xie, the young master of the Xie Family, and I are somewhat alike. We're both different from normal Twin Martial Soul users."
Yao Chuan glanced at the hand with which he had summoned his First Soul Ring.
As he spoke, he raised his other hand.
A completely different aura spread out.
Hum!
A long spear, dark red from end to end and carved in a primitive, sinister style, appeared soundlessly in his hand, as if it had been forged from congealed blood.
The Blood Spear!
That was his Second Martial Soul!
What was even more shocking—
Beneath the Blood Spear, which radiated a chilling aura of slaughter, the same profound and mysterious purple Soul Ring gently pulsed—the one he had just obtained by absorbing the Ao Jin White Flame Dragon Soul Spirit!
It was identical to the Soul Ring that had appeared when he summoned his Black Dragon Martial Soul!
Twin Martial Souls, sharing a single Soul Ring!
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