True Blood of Myriad Karmas

Eight million Gold Soul Coins was enough to make many Spirit Douluo-level powerhouses outside gasp in disbelief.

But for the Holy Spirit Cult, which commanded a vast dark faction and had amassed countless riches, such an investment seemed only natural if it meant nurturing a future monster.

Moreover, Death God Douluo Ye Xishui was a Ninth-Level Soul Engineer. To her, eight million Gold Soul Coins was merely the cost of crafting a Ninth-Level Soul Tool.

Besides, even Castorice, as the Death Saintess, could only use medicine of this grade once a year.

Even within the Holy Spirit Cult, only a handful of people could enjoy such medicinal liquid capable of improving a Soul Master's fundamental qualities. After all, those precious herbs could not be bought with money alone.

The Holy Spirit Cult could afford to be so lavish only because of its years of accumulation, coupled with its recent connection to a powerful prince of the Sun Moon Empire, which had given it more channels to acquire Soul Master resources.

Castorice was inwardly shaken as well. She deeply realized just how terrifying the Holy Spirit Cult's resources were, as well as Ye Xishui's determination to nurture her.

After all, eight million Gold Soul Coins was enough to buy a decent Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Her original body would never be able to enjoy such treatment. Perhaps only Xu Jiujiu, as the princess of Star Luo, could receive this kind of privilege.

However, just as she immersed herself in absorbing the medicinal power and felt her strength steadily rising—

Buzz!

An exceedingly strange, indescribable sensation suddenly struck her heart without warning.

It was as though something deep within her soul had abruptly been stirred.

It was neither Soul Power nor spiritual power. It felt more like a ripple of power beyond ordinary comprehension, one involving fate and causality.

Castorice abruptly opened her eyes, her amethyst-like pupils filled with uncertainty and alarm.

Instinctively, she called out in her heart:

"Ronova, did you feel that? What was it?"

After a brief silence, that cold and imposing consciousness echoed from the depths of her mind, carrying a rare trace of solemnity:

[Yes. That is... something similar to me, something that does not belong to this world's laws. It is one of the 'legacies' left behind by your system.]

The Archon of Death, Ronova, paused slightly, as though sensing it carefully, before providing more definite information:

[That is... a power that transcends causality. It awakened just now. But, Castorice, you are too weak. With your current soul strength and Soul Power Level, you cannot control it at all.]

Within the secret chamber, the emerald medicinal liquid rippled with Castorice's emotional fluctuations.

The uncertainty in her violet eyes gradually faded, replaced by realization and helplessness.

She remembered.

When the system had collapsed, three streaks of golden light had fled while carrying half her soul.

Two of them had become Castorice and Ronova, while the third had remained utterly untraceable, like a stone sinking into the sea.

She had never expected that it had not vanished. It had merely hidden too deeply, only declaring its existence now in such a shocking manner.

True Blood of Myriad Karmas!

It was the manifestation of power from the Corpse Immortal of Myriad Karmas, a monster from some world that transcended the concept of causality.

Its effect was practically heaven-defying. It could revive powerful beings who had once existed in history. Whether they had long since turned to ash or been annihilated in the river of time, so long as they were chosen by the True Blood of Myriad Karmas, the causality of their resurrection would be forcibly locked in place. It was destined to come true, reviving them as Nirvana Corpses controlled by the Corpse Immortal of Myriad Karmas.

It was an almost tyrannical ability that trampled upon the laws of life and death.

And now, this absurd ability had actually become one of her talents.

"It really... knows how to cause trouble."

Castorice clicked her tongue slightly, her delicate little face full of complicated emotions.

She finally understood why that humiliating system had exploded on the spot after five gold pulls in a ten-pull.

Istaroth, Ronova, Castorice... those were already outrageous enough, but the True Blood of Myriad Karmas was the truly overpowered existence.

It involved causality and fate. This thing stood at a level far beyond anything ordinary.

And she had not forgotten that Yin Chen, her original body far away in the Star Luo Empire, also possessed a golden legend that had remained completely dormant.

Judging from how absurd the True Blood of Myriad Karmas was, that thing was most likely some extraordinary ability or conceptual existence as well. Perhaps he was also too weak to observe or sense it.

The only fortunate thing was that the Nirvana Corpses revived by the True Blood of Myriad Karmas were absolutely harmless toward her, the source of the ability.

Even if a god were revived, once it became a Nirvana Corpse, it could not escape her control.

That was the tyrannical nature of the True Blood of Myriad Karmas. Unless the other party was powerful enough to transcend causality and the cycle of reincarnation itself, they could only submit.

"There is no point thinking too much."

Castorice quickly composed herself and suppressed that trace of irritation.

Power itself was neither right nor wrong. What mattered was the person who wielded it.

She was too weak right now to actively control the True Blood of Myriad Karmas. She could only passively sense the results when it activated.

Then the only thing she needed to do was grow stronger.

Strong enough to control this power of causality. By then, every problem would cease to be a problem.

As for what impact the True Blood of Myriad Karmas would have on this world before then, what kinds of beings it would revive, and what storms it would stir up... Castorice could only silently apologize in her heart.

As a transmigrator, she had never possessed any deep sense of identification with or belonging in this world. Other than the few people she cared about, she did not care what direction the world would take.

Rather than worry over imaginary disasters, she might as well circulate the Death God Meditation Method one more time. Improving her strength was what truly mattered.

Almost at the same time, within the Mixed Area of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Nebula Douluo Manyi had just used the power of the stars to restrain a Soul Beast that shimmered with gentle starlight and resembled a gigantic crystal scorpion—a thousand-year Starlight Scorpion.

According to the Star Crown Sect's inheritance records, it was one of the Soul Beasts most suitable for serving as the third Soul Ring of the Star Crown Spirit. Its cultivation was approximately seventeen hundred years, perfectly meeting Xu Jiujiu's needs.

The Star Crown above Xu Jiujiu's head blazed with light, and a condensed beam of starlight descended, ending the life of the powerful Soul Beast. A deep purple Soul Ring began to condense.

However, at that very moment.

Yin Chen, standing nearby, felt his heart suddenly skip a beat.

A strange yet familiar throbbing sensation arose from the very origin of his soul.

His gaze involuntarily turned toward a certain direction deeper within the forest, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He sensed it.

Though faint, there was no doubt about it—it was the aura of the True Blood of Myriad Karmas.

Castorice's talent had been triggered within the Star Dou Great Forest.

"What the hell... The first Nirvana Corpse was actually born here?"

Yin Chen was speechless inwardly.

Although he could influence the Nirvana Corpses through Castorice, this thing had appeared in the Star Dou Great Forest. Who knew what historical monster it would revive? An ancient ferocious beast? Or some powerful figure who had fallen here?