Ji Ye's hands moved faster than his thoughts. Spatial power surged out in an instant, gathering the specks of light before they could drift away, compressing them, and locking them inside his body.
The first wisp of dragon soul entered his body.
Ji Ye didn't stop. He continued searching for the next wisp.
For the next seven days, Ji Ye barely closed his eyes.
The Void Sword swung tirelessly, each stroke cutting down a wisp of dragon soul, gathering it, compressing it, and locking it inside his body.
He didn't know how many dragon souls he had cut down. He only knew that more and more of them were accumulating inside him.
Every meridian in his body was stretched until it felt slightly swollen by the power of those dragon souls. With each additional wisp he absorbed, the ache grew more intense.
But Ji Ye didn't stop.
Sky Dream Ice Silkworm watched from the Sea of Consciousness, his heart in his throat.
"Ji Ye, have you gone mad? You're not even absorbing these dragon souls. Why are you trapping them inside your body? Keep this up and your body will burst! What are you trying to do? I don't want to die like this!"
"Shut up." Ji Ye's voice was hoarse but calm.
Tian Meng opened his mouth, then petulantly fell silent.
It wasn't until the seventh day.
When the final wisp of dragon soul shattered beneath the Void Sword, Ji Ye finally stopped.
The spatial power inside his body could no longer hold any more dragon souls. If he absorbed another, his meridians might truly burst.
He put away the Void Sword, sat cross-legged where he stood, and closed his eyes.
He began to comprehend the dragon souls he had locked inside his body.
He touched them