The Evil Phoenix God-Slaying Slash

Su Ming wove through the dense rows of bookshelves, finally finding an ancient, yellowed notebook with tattered edges in the corner of the last aisle.

This notebook had been left behind by a Title Douluo from several centuries ago, recording the insights they had gained over a lifetime of creating their own soul skills.

Su Ming opened the notebook and carefully read every line of text.

When he reached the halfway point, a clear entry caught his attention:

[Self-created soul skills are not conjured out of thin air.]

[Their essence is the product of a perfect combination of three things: the innate characteristics of one's own martial soul, the flow of soul power within the body, and the physical movement trajectory of the body's bones.]

[Many soul masters attempt to create their own skills, but they all focus solely on soul power control while neglecting physical guidance, which is why most end in failure.]

"The physical movement trajectory of the bones..."

Su Ming looked at these words, whispering them to himself.

The concepts that had been vague in his mind suddenly became clear.

His previous idea had been to rely solely on his spiritual power to forcibly twist the flow of soul power within his body, causing it to rotate as it condensed.

But this sentence from the ancient text awakened him.

Soul power is incredibly violent; such forced spiritual distortion would only cause the energy to clash violently within his meridians.

Soul power flows through the meridians of the human body, and those meridians are attached to the bones and muscles.

Since spiritual power could not easily make the violent soul power rotate, why not use the physical rotation of the body to guide the flow and drive the soul power to form a spiral vortex?

Having found a theoretical basis, Su Ming returned the ancient text to its place and, without a moment's delay, headed straight for the exclusive Mimicry Cultivation Room inside the Spirit Hall.

He opened a mimicry room modeled after a desolate valley filled with an aura of death and destruction.

After closing the door to the cultivation room, Su Ming sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and began his trial to fine-tune and modify his third soul skill.

The first step was to clearly see the original operating route of the third soul skill.

Su Ming closed his eyes and mobilized his spiritual power to look within.

He activated his third soul ring, and the Black Phoenix soul power within him instantly erupted from his dantian, traveling up along his main meridians, passing through his right shoulder and arm, and finally undergoing linear compression at the tips of his right fingers, transforming into a sharp, straight beam of light.

The entire process was direct and extremely fast.

The second step was to attempt to add rotation.

Following his previous line of thought, the moment the soul power surged into his right arm, Su Ming tried to use his spiritual power to directly twist the straight-charging soul power into a spiral shape.

He knew this might not work, but he needed to try.

Failed experiments are the only path to victory.

Sure enough, the moment his spiritual power intervened, the violent Black Phoenix soul power began to tremble violently.

After being subjected to the lateral twisting force, the energy charging forward in a straight line instantly lost its balance, crashing wildly within the meridians of Su Ming's right arm and generating intense heat.

"Ugh..."

Su Ming let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he forcibly cut off the flow of soul power.

He opened his eyes; the skin on his right arm was already bright red, and his meridians ached faintly.

Forcibly twisting it with spiritual power alone had indeed triggered a violent backlash from the martial soul's instincts.

Su Ming was not discouraged.

He stood where he was, wiped the blood from his mouth, and the records from the Library Pavilion's ancient text surfaced in his mind.

"It must be coordinated with the body's movements."

Su Ming widened his stance, assuming a standard assault-type combat posture.

This time, he did not rely solely on spiritual power.

The moment his third soul ring lit up and the soul power surged into his right arm, Su Ming's gaze sharpened. His waist and abdomen erupted with power, his entire body following through with a wide, arcing side-spin!

At the same time, his right arm swung out with the inertia of his body's rotation, his wrist completing an extremely sharp, clockwise spiral twist in the void.

Boom!

The physical rotation of his body and the twist of his wrist generated a powerful centrifugal force.

The Extreme Evil Soul Power, which had been surging straight through his meridians, miraculously avoided any conflict as it flowed along the direction of his bones and muscles.

Instead, following the deflection of the meridians, it was naturally diverted into a rapidly spinning vortex of black energy.

"It's working!"

Su Ming felt a surge of joy.

However, he remained extremely cautious; to prevent the soul power from exploding halfway, he did not immediately release his third soul skill at full power.

He suppressed the total output of soul power, controlling it to a weak level of about ten percent of his usual capacity.

Driven by the rotation of his body and wrist, a black, miniature light blade, only the size of a palm, slowly took shape at the tip of his right index finger.

This palm-sized light blade was no longer a static straight line; instead, it formed a slow rotation beneath Su Ming's fingertip.

The rotation was not fast—one could even count the revolutions with the naked eye!

Yet, this was enough to prove that Su Ming's method was correct.

Su Ming's first attempt at fine-tuning had achieved preliminary success.

Consequently, for the entire period that followed, Su Ming shut himself completely inside the Mimicry Cultivation Room, neither sleeping nor resting.

The only thing he did every day was to repeatedly practice the training of rotating his body, twisting his wrist, and releasing the miniature light slash.

He had to turn this technique of coordinating his physical movements with the flow of soul power into complete muscle memory.

For a week, Su Ming frantically stabilized this rotational structure, ensuring it would not collapse at any angle.

After a week, the rotational structure stabilized, and Su Ming began attempting to reduce the range of his body's movements.

Because in a life-or-death struggle, if every release of a soul skill required a large-arc body rotation, the openings would be far too great, making it easy for an enemy to see through it and dodge.

He began trying to transfer the rotational force from his waist and abdomen upward, eventually concentrating it into the twitch of his shoulder, the exertion of his elbow, and the final violent flick of his wrist.

Another half-month passed, and Su Ming could now complete the spiral channeling of soul power within his body instantly, relying solely on a subtle twitch of his right arm and wrist without moving his body at all.

However, the speed of the rotation still had not increased!

A month later, Su Ming began the final tests for speed and pressure enhancement.

With the complete driving method in place, Su Ming only needed to increase the driving force!

Of course, this could not be achieved overnight; it required a gradual increase so that his meridians could withstand it.

Once his meridians could endure this rotation, he then increased the soul power output of the slash, gradually raising it from ten percent to thirty, fifty, seventy, and finally, the full-power burst of one hundred percent.

Another month later, inside the Mimicry Cultivation Room.

Su Ming stood quietly in place, and fifty meters directly in front of him sat a massive Defensive Black Stone used for testing the destructive power of soul skills.