The nine-zhang-tall soul had risen to its feet at some point, like a towering golden mountain standing deep within the sea of consciousness.
Golden light radiated from the soul's body—brilliant, blazing, majestic, even carrying an aura of supreme sanctity.
Who knew how much time passed before the golden light suddenly drew in, all of it merging into the soul's body without a single trace escaping.
The soul then abruptly began to shrink.
Nine zhang, eight zhang, seven zhang...
With every bit it shrank, the soul became more solid.
By the time it returned to the size of an ordinary person, the soul seemed forged from gold and stone, almost tangible and utterly indestructible.
At that moment, the invisible barrier preventing the Nascent Soul from drawing in the spiritual power within the dantian suddenly vanished.
Like a great whale drinking water, the Nascent Soul began frantically absorbing the spiritual power in the dantian.
Song Wen's aura surged accordingly.
Even after all the spiritual power in his dantian had been devoured, the Nascent Soul remained unsatisfied, still ravenous.
The spiritual power within Ming Yuan's body had long since been completely devoured by Song Wen.
The Corpse King Reincarnation Art operated madly, beginning to absorb and refine the spiritual qi of the outside world.
At the bottom of the deep pool, Ying Wu suddenly sensed a terrifying devouring force emerging without warning from within the formation where Song Wen was located, drawing in the heaven and earth spiritual qi around it.
Within only a few breaths, the heaven and earth spiritual qi across a radius of ten thousand li was stirred up, surging toward the deep pool.
Since Song Wen had not informed Ying Wu beforehand that he was about to attempt a breakthrough into the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, she could not