Ten-Silk Convergence, Light-Gathering Blade

The five threads of light trembled violently before finally bursting into a sky full of glowing specks with a "pop."

Ye Feng let out a muffled groan, feeling as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer, his vision swimming with darkness.

Yet, he felt no frustration; instead, he was somewhat excited.

He had found the correct path.

The days that followed became incredibly routine.

During the day, he practiced Heart Separation Control in the courtyard, condensing the threads of light.

From barely being able to maintain five at the start, he gradually stabilized them and began attempting to condense a sixth.

This process consumed a full three months.

The moment the sixth thread of light took stable form, his mental power broke through a bottleneck, and his entire perception became much sharper.

At night, he would sit cross-legged in meditation, recovering the mental energy spent during the day while absorbing the soul power of heaven and earth to raise his level.

Time flew by in this monotonous yet fulfilling cultivation.

Half a year later.

In the dead of night, the courtyard was silent as the grave.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged, and before him, ten slender yet solid golden threads of light hovered quietly.

Each thread radiated a faint golden halo, filled with a sacred yet sharp aura.

After half a year of arduous training, he was finally able to stably control ten threads of light simultaneously.

"Next is to weave them into a blade."

Ye Feng opened his eyes, his mental power surging, and the ten threads began to slowly draw together.

This was yet another difficult problem.

How could he combine ten high-energy threads of light into the most stable and dense structure?

He had tried simple side-by-side stacking, but the energy between the threads repelled each other, making fusion impossible.

He had also tried twisting them together like a braid, but the structure was loose, and the power was greatly diminished.

Failure after failure, attempt after attempt.

Ye Feng was immersed in the process, completely forgetting himself.

He continuously deduced various physical structures and mathematical models he had learned in his past life within his mind.

Finally, he locked his focus onto one structure: the double helix.

Using two threads as the core, they wound around each other to form a stable axis.

The remaining eight threads spiraled and embedded themselves layer by layer at specific angles and sequences, forming a perfect whole.

This process demanded a level of control over mental power that reached an unprecedented height.

If the angle of even a single thread deviated by a fraction, the entire structure would collapse instantly.

Ye Feng held his breath, pouring his entire focus into the task.

One thread, two threads...

Under the manipulation of his mental power, the threads moved like the most obedient spirits, precisely into their predetermined positions.

Hum—

The instant the tenth thread clicked perfectly into place, a brilliant golden light erupted.

The ten threads fused instantly, transforming into a golden Light Blade about three feet long and two fingers wide, hovering silently before Ye Feng.

This Light Blade was completely different from the "Light-Gathering Blade" he had previously condensed with soul power.

It was no longer an illusory energy construct, but possessed a near-tangible metallic texture.

Golden radiance flowed across the blade's surface, as if it were breathing with a life of its own.

The sharp aura even caused the surrounding air to distort slightly.

Success!

Ye Feng stood up and stretched his stiff body.

He could clearly feel that this Light Blade was connected to his bloodline, as if it were an extension of his own arm.

With a mere thought, the blade could be wielded with ease.

He cast his gaze toward a corner of the courtyard, where a massive bluestone, half a person tall and left over from reinforcing the wall, sat.

There was no buildup of power, no superfluous movement.

Ye Feng simply stood where he was and swung his arm casually toward the bluestone.

Shing!

A crescent-shaped golden blade of light detached from the physical blade in his hand and shot out at a speed invisible to the naked eye!

There was no earth-shattering roar, no explosion of dust.

The golden Light Blade sliced through the bluestone without a sound.

One second later.

The upper half of the bluestone slid slowly along an incredibly smooth cross-section, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

The cut was as flat as a mirror, even reflecting the silhouettes of people under the moonlight.

What immense power!

The destructive force of this strike was absolutely no less than the first soul skill of a Power Attack System soul master!

Ye Feng felt a jolt in his heart; roughly one-sixth of the soul power within his body had been consumed.

He raised his hand again, waving it continuously at the empty air.

Chi! Chi! Chi!

Three golden Light Blades shot out in succession, carving brilliant and lethal trajectories through the night sky.

When he swung the fourth Light Blade, the physical blade in his right hand flickered, finally dissipating into specks of golden light with a soft poof.

A strong sense of emptiness washed over him.

Ye Feng checked his condition; a full two-thirds of the soul power in his body had been drained.

He panted slightly, yet a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

He would call this self-created soul skill "Light Blade."

Simple, direct.

It was, thus far, his strongest trump card.

Although he now had a means of self-preservation, Ye Feng felt it still wasn't enough.

The advantage of the Light Blade lay in its range, speed, and sharpness.

But its energy structure was "open-ended," existing solely for the purpose of "cutting."

Yes, its energy structure was "open-ended," existing solely for the purpose of "cutting."

Cutting meant sharpness; it meant extreme penetration at a single point.

But what if he were to face an absolute "surface"?

For instance, a massive soul beast with astonishing defensive capabilities that could not be easily sliced through?

The Light Blade might be able to carve out a gash, but it would struggle to deliver a fatal, game-changing blow.

Its essence was "division," not "destruction."

It was not enough.

It was far from enough.

Ye Feng stood in the empty courtyard, the night breeze stirring his long silver hair as the newly condensed Light Blade in his hand slowly dissipated into specks of golden radiance.

There had to be a power, a pure, unreasonable means of attack capable of unleashing terrifying energy in an instant.

A soul skill that existed for the sake of "destruction."

In his mind, the concept of the Light Blade had come from imitating the microscopic structure of matter, weaving energy particles into the most stable form.

Therefore, the direction for his new soul skill should be the exact opposite.

Not weaving, but compression.

Not stability, but detonation.

Using Heart Separation Control, he would compress a massive amount of light-attribute soul power into an infinitesimally small singularity.

Then, using a specific structure as a guide, he would release this energy—compressed to its absolute limit—in a single, directional burst.

That would no longer be "cutting," but "piercing" and "annihilation."

It would be like... an armor-piercing shell made of pure energy.

Once this thought took root, it could no longer be contained.

Ye Feng's heart began to beat violently and uncontrollably.

This was the power he truly desired!

However, theoretical concepts are always ten thousand times simpler than practice.

He sat cross-legged once more, closed his eyes, and sank his mental energy into his body.