To Imprison with Light, Self-Created Soul Skill: Baptism of Holy Light

First, compression. Under the guidance of his mental power, the ten golden light threads he could already stably control began to slowly converge toward a single point in the center. The moment they made contact, a violent repulsive force erupted from the point of impact! It was as if he were trying to force the same poles of two magnets together.

"Pfft!" Ye Feng's body shuddered, a sweetness rose in his throat, and he forcibly swallowed back a mouthful of blood that threatened to spray out.

In his mental world, those ten light threads instantly spiraled out of control, colliding chaotically before collapsing into a turbulent mess of energy. A needle-like, piercing pain shot through his brain.

Failure. Simple physical compression was fundamentally unworkable.

The natural repulsion between energies could not be countered by mental power alone. There had to be a "container."

A cage capable of binding these high-energy light particles.

But what could possibly contain light?

Ye Feng did not lose heart; instead, he sank into a deeper level of contemplation.

In this world, spirit masters fight with spirit power.

Martial Soul Hall rules with power.

Commoners live by money. Everything in existence has its own governing rules and logic.

Light is no different.

The knowledge from his past life told him that light possesses wave-particle duality.

Light Blade utilized its "particle" aspect, weaving light particles into a form.

So, was the key to the "container" to be found in its "wave" aspect? If he could use mental power to guide his light-attribute spirit power to construct a special energy field, forming a "standing wave" structure... an energy barrier composed of light waves.

Then, he could continuously fill it with light-attribute spirit power representing the "particles."

Using light to imprison light!

The idea was bold, perhaps even insane.

Yet, Ye Feng felt this was the only correct path.

This was not merely an application of spirit power, but an exploration into the very essence of his own martial soul. His martial soul was "Light and Shadow."

Light was the foundation. In the days that followed, Ye Feng began a life of ascetic seclusion.

He stopped practicing the weaving of Light Blade and poured all his focus into constructing the "Light Container."

The difficulty of this was more than an order of magnitude higher than condensing light threads.

It required Heart Separation Control to manipulate several strands of spirit power simultaneously, forcing them to oscillate and resonate at specific frequencies until they finally formed a stable, enclosed spherical energy field.

For the first month, he couldn't even construct a vague outline.

The slightest fluctuation in his mental power would cause the spirit power to instantly spiral out of control.

Every day, he pushed his mental power to the limit until his head throbbed with agony and his vision went black before he would stop. Then, he would begin meditation to recover his spirit power and mental energy.

Wake up, continue.

Day after day, the cycle repeated.

The weeds in the courtyard grew and withered, withered and grew.

Moss crept across the base of the walls.

Three months later. Late at night.

At the tip of Ye Feng's finger, a fist-sized, flickering, illusory ball of light emitting a faint golden glow finally hovered tremulously.

It was highly unstable, with energy constantly leaking from its edges, as if it could collapse at any moment.

But he had succeeded! The prototype of an energy cage constructed from light waves had appeared.

Ye Feng felt no joy; his entire focus was immersed in maintaining this fragile balance.

The next step: filling.

He carefully drew the thinnest wisp of light-attribute spirit power from his body and attempted to inject it into the illusory ball of light.

"Bang!" The ball of light exploded instantly!

Ye Feng let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying by a massive force, slamming heavily into the wall behind him before sliding to the floor.

He was knocked unconscious by the blast and spent a full half-month in bed before he recovered.

Another three months passed.

In the small courtyard, Ye Feng's figure remained sitting in stillness.

Before him, the golden ball of light had become much more solid, hovering stably in mid-air like a tiny sun.

He slowly raised his other hand, and a thin golden light thread emerged. Under his control, it gently and slowly pierced into the ball of light.

This time, the ball of light only flickered violently before returning to stability.

The moment the light thread entered the ball, it was shredded and decomposed by the violent internal energy field, turning into pure light particles that merged into the sphere.

The brightness of the ball of light increased by a visible margin.

Success!

Ye Feng's tense body finally relaxed just a fraction.

He had found the correct path.

The process that followed was one of constant repetition, filling, and filling again.

It was a long and tedious grind.

A year passed.

The wooden gate of the small courtyard had long been covered in vines, and nameless wildflowers had bloomed and withered in the gaps of the courtyard walls.

For an entire year, Ye Feng had not stepped foot outside this courtyard.

He sat cross-legged, his palms held out in front of his chest.

Between his palms, a golden orb of light, the size of an infant's fist, was rotating silently.

Its radiance was no longer blinding; instead, it possessed an introverted, heavy texture, as if all its energy were being tightly compressed within that tiny core.

The surrounding air had become slightly distorted due to the energy field.

The dust on the ground swirled around it, forming an almost invisible vortex.

This was the result of his year of arduous cultivation.

Inside, the energy of ten full light filaments was compressed.

But it was not enough.

He could feel that the limit of this vessel was far beyond this.

What he had to do was continue filling it until its energy density reached a level that made even him feel a sense of trepidation.

Time continued to flow.

Another half a year passed.

In the courtyard, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Compared to eighteen months ago, his face had shed some of its youthful immaturity, his features had become more defined, and his black eyes were as deep as the starry sky.

Between his palms, the golden orb of light had expanded to the size of a plate.

Its surface was no longer smooth, but covered in countless fine, golden arcs of electricity that constantly danced across it.

Terrifying energy surged within, and with every pulse, the space of the entire courtyard trembled.

Ye Feng could clearly feel that this orb of light had reached the limit of what his current mental power could control.

With even a fraction more, this unstable aggregate of energy would turn into a devastating catastrophe in his hands.

It was time.

The final step: launch.

Taking a deep breath, he divided his mental power once more.

One part held the orb of light in a state of rigid stability.

The other part began to construct a brand-new structure in front of him.

It still used the double helix as its core.

But this time, it was not woven into a flat blade, but constructed into a hollow, cylindrical channel about one meter long.

A "barrel" made of light.

The moment the barrel took shape, Ye Feng slowly pushed the violent orb of energy into the rear of the barrel.

The two fit together perfectly.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his soul power boiled at this very moment.

Success or failure rested on this single move!

"Holy Light... Baptism!"

A low shout was squeezed from the depths of his throat.

His joined palms thrust forward violently!

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