Creation

Ling Yu had no idea how long he had been unconscious. What had just happened felt like a dream, yet also like a conversation spanning time and space!

He did not know what had happened after he lost consciousness. He simply stood quietly within his Sea of Consciousness, looking at the once star-filled sky, now dim and lightless, and the cracked, parched ground!

"This time, the consumption was a little too great!"

Standing in this space of his, Ling Yu sighed. "Forcing my Martial Souls to break through and evolve caused a huge shock to my Spiritual Power."

Looking at the drastically transformed Sea of Consciousness, he wore a thoughtful expression, considering how to repair this space.

Right! Dragon Shadow!

Where was the Yinglong phantom that had been circling above his Sea of Consciousness?

Ling Yu abruptly raised his head and looked upward.

Roar!

As though answering him, an enormous dragon roar suddenly rang through the space. The massive sound waves made Ling Yu's consciousness sway.

Ling Yu's eyes were slightly unfocused as he stared upward in shock.

It was not the Dragon Shadow that had caught his attention. What completely drew his gaze was a line of words!

"Comprehend your own path. Reward: one strand of Grandmist Violet Qi!"

The large words lingered in the air for several seconds before swiftly twisting and blurring, transforming into a stream of violet light!

Majestic, grand, mysterious!

It was as though everything was encompassed by this violet qi.

Grandmist was the state before heaven and earth had opened, before yin and yang had separated. Grandmist Violet Qi was the innate qi.

It was actually such a divine treasure. This strand of Grandmist Violet Qi was known as the foundation of the Great Dao.

He had merely figured out a few things. Why had the Yinglong phantom rewarded him with something so precious?

Amid Ling Yu's confused expression, the violet qi instantly rushed into his chest.

Buzz!

Outside, Ling Yu's body had already been cleaned by Yue Guan and changed into fresh robes. Inside the carriage, Ling Yu lay quietly across the seat. Beside him, Hu Liena and Gu Yuena stared intently at the silent boy, as though trying to etch him firmly into their hearts.

They were already on their way to Spirit City, and they were almost there!

"Mm..."

A faint groan came from Ling Yu's nose. Everyone was startled by the movement and rose to look at him!

"Ahhh!"

A cry of pain suddenly burst from Ling Yu's mouth. Yue Guan instantly pulled the other four people out of the carriage, leaving Ling Yu alone inside as he continuously cried out in agony.

Tremors continuously erupted from Ling Yu's body. The carriage was instantly shattered by the vibrations. Ling Yu's two Martial Souls manifested simultaneously without his control. He opened his bright double-tomoe Sharingan as lightning continuously flickered around his body.

Violet light began to emerge from his body. The people in the distance stared at the scene in disbelief. What was happening at this moment broadened everyone's horizons.

Beneath the violet qi, Ling Yu's muscles continuously writhed, his blood boiled, and his bones groaned without end.

Red light continuously spilled from his eyes, illuminating the space dozens of meters around him like an Asura hell!

The lightning around his body roared incessantly. The previously bright and sunny sky suddenly filled with fierce winds and dense black clouds. Countless bolts of lightning descended from the clouds, striking Ling Yu's lean body.

Rumble!

Thunder continuously resounded in the outskirts of Spirit City. This apocalyptic scene was clearly visible to everyone within a hundred li.

Several figures in the distance streaked across the sky like meteors, arriving beside Yue Guan and the others in an instant.

"What exactly is going on?"

A flash of golden light appeared, and an aged figure stepped out from it. Several other elderly figures with different appearances followed behind him. Looking at Ling Yu, who floated in the sky amid lightning and violet qi, he asked in a shocked tone, "Yue Guan, speak. What exactly is going on?"

"Hmph!"

Just as the old man questioned them, another voice, soft and seductive yet carrying authority, rang across the heavens and earth. "Qian Daoliu, Yue Guan is my man. I am the Pope of Spirit Hall!"

Bibi Dong and Ghost Douluo descended from the sky before Chrysanthemum Douluo, their gazes fixed on the white-haired elder.

"Bibi Dong, this old man does not want to argue with you at a time like this. I only want to know what is going on. Why has a mere boy caused such a huge disturbance? In a scene as apocalyptic as this, with lightning of such power, even you and I could not emerge unscathed!"

The elder looked grimly at the woman before him. A few complicated emotions flickered in his eyes, but they were completely replaced by sacred majesty the next moment.

"Hmph!"

Bibi Dong snorted again. She looked toward Yue Guan and the others behind her, waiting for their explanation.

Yue Guan did not dare delay. He recounted what had happened with the Evil Soul Masters yesterday. After glancing at Bibi Dong and seeing that she did not object, he also explained Ling Yu's Twin Martial Souls and how he had instantly dealt with more than a dozen Soul Masters at the Soul Elder rank and above.

Everyone was filled with disbelief after hearing this. A six-year-old boy who had only just entered the Soul Master realm had actually killed a Soul Ancestor and more than a dozen Soul Elders!

Were they joking with them? Yet when they raised their heads and looked toward the place where thunder roared in the distance, they had no choice but to believe such an absurd thing.

A thoughtful look appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes. He glanced at Bibi Dong, then at the body floating in the sky and still enduring the bombardment of lightning.

Several thoughts took shape in his mind.

Everyone fell silent, staring intently at the scene ahead as they waited for it to end.

The instant Ling Yu felt the violet qi enter his body, he realized something was wrong.

Excruciating pain surged from every part of his body. It was as if someone had taken an iron hammer and smashed every inch of his body, including his head, into pieces before putting it back together.

This indescribable pain continuously shattered Ling Yu's consciousness before rebuilding it anew!

Grandmist signified creation. Absorbing Grandmist Violet Qi meant rebuilding the body and laying down the firmest foundation. Yet to accomplish this, both body and soul had to be tempered, melted down, and reforged!

But after enduring the initial pain, Ling Yu's consciousness gradually cleared. Looking at the lightning continuously falling from above, he saw the forging hammer of heaven and earth. Looking at the space around him, like an Asura purgatory, he saw the chamber that tempered the spirit!

The cultivation technique within his body began circulating rapidly on its own, at a speed thousands or even hundreds of thousands of times faster than before!

Yet none of the energy absorbed by his body was stored within it. It all flowed into every cell, breaking apart their most fundamental structure and forging the strongest, most promising foundation.

Ling Yu watched the drastic changes in the Sea of Consciousness within his mind. In the once-parched Sea of Consciousness, flowers, grass, lakes, mountains, and forests began to grow. Scenes like the birth of a world continuously emerged within his mind.

Every structure in his body was continuously changing. He could feel all the impurities that had once existed within him being removed by the lightning strikes. The discomfort he had once felt when moving had completely vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of smoothness. Not a single muscle in his body felt uncoordinated. He could freely control every muscle in his body. From now on, he would be able to unleash one hundred percent of his strength.

The aftereffects of his Sharingan's forced breakthrough under stimulation had completely disappeared. He had a feeling that if his Sharingan evolved to the Mangekyo level in the future, he would not need to fear the Sharingan's curse at all. He could freely use this eye's ocular techniques without worrying that excessive use would blind him.

There was also the lightning power of his second Martial Soul, the Goro Goro no Mi. In One Piece, Enel simply increased the frequency of lightning and continuously raised its voltage to increase its power.

But this was the Douluo Continent. There were laws here, and there were gods!

No matter how powerful a force was, if it could not reach the level of laws, it was merely mortal power.

But now, he could sense that the lightning around his body was different. The lightning that had originally been blue now contained traces of violet-black. The faint aura of destruction caused a stabbing pain and trembling in Ling Yu's mind with just a slight touch of his Spiritual Power!

Heavenly punishment?

Could his lightning evolve in the future?

However, he also sensed something different. His second Martial Soul was likewise restricted by Soul Rings. In the future, only after obtaining Soul Rings could he continue increasing the power of his lightning. Otherwise, he would probably only be able to retain the current power of the Thunder Dragon!