Ultimate Compression, Concept of Light Particles

However, Ye Feng was well aware of the shortcomings of this move.

It was passable in close-quarters combat, but once swung, the energy would dissipate significantly during flight, drastically reducing its power.

Let alone a Soul Master of the same rank, even an agile-attack Soul Scholar with quick reflexes could easily dodge it; it wasn't exactly a locked-on soul skill.

Ye Feng sat up from his bed with a serious expression, simultaneously raising both hands.

Two streams of pure light energy surged from his palms, each manifesting into a half-meter-long triangular Light Blade.

Maintaining two blades at once caused his soul power consumption to spike instantly.

Just the act of manifestation, combined with the estimated cost of a single swing, would drain nearly one-tenth of the soul power within his body.

Yet, the power was nowhere near the effect he desired.

High consumption, low return.

It was practically a trash skill.

Was his line of thinking wrong? Was the Light and Shadow martial soul truly this pathetic in the early stages?

No.

That wasn't it.

Ye Feng looked at the two Light Blades in his hands; although the radiance was brilliant, the energy flow within them appeared somewhat loose and chaotic.

What if... what if he could compress this soul power, this light energy, to the absolute limit?

Hiss!

A wild idea, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the dark night, instantly illuminated his entire mind.

Ye Feng became energized in an instant!

That was it—compression!

But not just simple compression!

The physics knowledge he had encountered in his past life surged forth in that moment.

An ordinary soul skill was like splashing a basin of water; it had a wide coverage area, but the impact was dispersed.

What he needed to do was turn that basin of water into a high-pressure jet from a water gun!

How to achieve it?

Break down the elemental soul power!

Break it down into "nano-scale" light particles!

Once this idea emerged, it could no longer be contained.

Each light particle would be condensed and solidified from a sliver of the purest, impurity-free light soul power.

The soul power form of an ordinary hundred-year soul skill was "diffuse," with energy dissipating throughout the attack, significantly weakening its power.

But his light particle state could highly concentrate soul power into individual points!

Then, he would recombine these light particles!

For example, using these light particles to condense into light filaments as thin as a hair.

Suppose an ordinary Light Blade was formed by one hundred light filaments.

Then, he could make each filament consist of hundreds of light particles tightly bonded together!

In this way, the density of soul power within the filament would directly increase twofold, or even more!

More importantly, his light attribute naturally possessed a purity that other attributes could hardly compare to!

Fire would burst, water would flow, wind would dissipate, and earth would crumble; only light could be condensed infinitely!

This was an advantage unique to him!

The more Ye Feng thought about it, the more excited he became, to the point where he couldn't help but start calculating.

In the Soul Beast Illustrated Handbook, the "Wind Blade" soul skill of a hundred-year Wind Wolf had a soul power density roughly 1.5 times that of ordinary soul power.

And a single light filament could reach a density of 1!

Although the power of one filament seemed minuscule, what if ten filaments were condensed into one Light Blade?

Its power would absolutely rival an ordinary hundred-year soul skill with ease!

What about twenty? Forty? Eighty?

Furthermore, the power of this Self-Created Soul Skill would continuously increase as his own soul power grew!

The stronger his soul power and mental strength, the more light particles he could condense, and the tougher and denser the light filaments he could weave!

This was a true growth-type soul skill!

Thinking of this, Ye Feng almost wanted to cheer for his own genius concept.

A Self-Created Soul Skill didn't necessarily have to pursue flashy effects; its essence lay in the deep development, perception, and conceptualization of one's own martial soul characteristics.

Just like the Clear Sky Sect's signature technique, "Ring Detonation"—wasn't its principle to concentrate all the power contained within the soul rings onto the hammer in an instant, erupting with destructive power that surpassed one's limits?

It was essentially the same destination reached by different paths as his own "Light Particle Theory"!

Both involved taking dispersed power and concentrating it to a high degree in a specific way, thereby achieving a geometric increase in destructive force!

Action followed thought!

Ye Feng sat cross-legged, casting aside all distracting thoughts, and immersed his entire focus into his right palm.

Slowly extending his right hand, a cluster of soft golden light emerged.

The first step: decomposition.

He mobilized his mental energy, cautiously probing into that cluster of light energy, attempting to break it down from a "single mass" into independent "micro-particles."

This process was a hundred times more difficult than he had imagined.

His mental energy was like a pair of invisible hands, requiring extremely delicate manipulation.

Sweat seeped from his temples and slid down his cheeks.

He did not know how much time had passed, but the form of that light cluster began to undergo a subtle change.

It was no longer a uniform mass, but had become a nebula-like structure composed of countless tiny specks of light.

Success!

Ye Feng felt a surge of joy and immediately proceeded to the second step.

Control!

Using his will, he guided those minute energy particles, making them align and combine according to his intent.

One, two, ten, one hundred...

Under the manipulation of his mental energy, over a hundred light particles slowly adhered to one another, finally converging into a golden thread of light thinner than a strand of hair.

This thread of light hovered at his fingertip; though tiny, it radiated a heart-stopping, sharp aura.

It was done!

Ye Feng suppressed the wild joy in his heart and continued to experiment.

The second thread of light...

The third thread of light...

The fourth...

The fifth...

When the fifth thread of light took shape and hovered alongside the previous four, Ye Feng felt a needle-like stinging pain shoot through his brain.

His mental energy and control had both reached their limit.

He tried to attempt a sixth, only to find that those light particles had become incredibly "heavy," no longer responding to his will.

"Crack..."

With a soft sound, all five threads of light collapsed simultaneously, turning back into specks of light that dissipated into the air.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Ye Feng gasped for air, his entire body drenched in sweat as if he had just been pulled from the water.

Merely condensing five threads of light had nearly exhausted his entire mental capacity.

Was this his limit?

Ye Feng felt a sense of unwillingness.

Where did the problem lie?

Control!

His method of mental control was too crude.

Focusing single-mindedly on controlling one thread, then moving to the next—this efficiency was too low, and the mental drain was too high.

He had to learn to multitask!

A technique instantly jumped out from the depths of his memory—Heart Separation Control.

The secret, non-disseminated technique of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Of course, he could forget about the top-tier version of that secret art.

But since such a method existed, it meant there must be inferior, general-purpose versions circulating in the market.

Even if it were only the most basic ability to split his focus into two or three, it would be a massive boon for him right now!

As long as he could learn it, the efficiency of condensing light threads would increase exponentially!

Moreover, his future combat style would not just be condensing a Light Blade with one hand.

It would be both hands!

Two divine weapons, each condensed from hundreds of light threads, dancing on both hands simultaneously—the demand that would place on his control...

Tsk tsk.

Just thinking about it made Ye Feng's blood boil.