Red Lotus Soul Refinement

Red Lotus Soul Refinement

Soulfall Abyss was steeped in monstrous malice.

Space storms crisscrossed between heaven and earth, countless spatial blades madly tearing at everything as the void continually twisted and collapsed.

This was a deadly land at the border between the Central Plains and the Black-Corner Region, fraught with unfathomable danger. Any ordinary Dou Venerable who rashly entered would have their body shredded by spatial currents and their soul obliterated within three breaths, leaving not even a trace behind.

Yet within this forbidden land, a figure in green robes stood steadily in the void. No matter how the storms raged or space tore apart, he remained utterly motionless.

A layer of azure light enveloped Han Feng, blocking all spatial force and preventing it from harming him in the slightest.

With a thought from Han Feng, the Soul-Sealing Jade Bottle trembled, and he drew out a battered soul.

It was none other than the Soul Hall's Third Heavenly Venerable.

At this moment, Third Heavenly Venerable's soul had already been burned to the brink of collapse by karmic fire. His consciousness was muddled, and his soul power had weakened to its lowest point.

"Lead the way."

Han Feng's voice was icy, carrying an authority that brooked no refusal.

"Yes!!"

Third Heavenly Venerable's remaining soul shuddered violently. He had long been tortured beyond endurance by the karmic fire.

He had lived for centuries, yet he had never suffered such torment. This man before him clearly had no regard for the Soul Hall!

Daring not to delay in the slightest, Third Heavenly Venerable endured the agonizing pain in his soul and floated shakily ahead to guide Han Feng.

With him leading the way, Han Feng moved through the chaotic abyss as if walking on level ground. He calmly weaved through it, repeatedly avoiding spatial rifts as he descended toward the deepest part of Soulfall Abyss.

Time slowly passed.

After an unknown amount of time, the violent space storms around them gradually thinned, replaced by a pure, dense pressure of the soul.

Third Heavenly Venerable's illusory finger trembled slightly as he pointed at an enormous crystal wall below, shimmering with seven-colored light. His voice carried undisguised reverence and fear. "M-Milord, ahead is the Soul Crystal Grotto, the core of Soulfall Abyss!"

Han Feng lowered his gaze toward the crystal wall.

Beyond it lay a peculiar space. Countless fist-sized, diamond-shaped Soul Crystals floated densely within it, each one radiating the purest fluctuations of soul energy.

This was a sacred land of souls, formed from the remnants of countless ancient experts who had fallen here. After enduring ten thousand years of tearing and purification by space storms, their lingering souls had finally condensed into Soul Crystals. Its reserves were vast beyond measure.

"Very good."

Han Feng nodded slightly and casually waved his hand, stuffing the now-useless soul of Third Heavenly Venerable back into the Soul-Sealing Jade Bottle.

"You can go back and have a nice reunion with your two companions in the karmic fire."

Miserable screams immediately rang out from within the jade bottle, but Han Feng paid them no mind. Taking a single step, he passed through the seven-colored crystal wall and entered the Soul Crystal Grotto.

The moment he entered, pure soul energy rushed toward him, filling the entire space. If any other alchemist had arrived here, they would undoubtedly have been overjoyed and eagerly sat down to absorb it in hopes of breaking through.

Yet Han Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

Possessing Late Heaven Realm soul cultivation, his perception far surpassed that of ordinary people. He sensed that within this seemingly pure Soul Essence lurked the violent, vicious aura left behind by ancient experts.

These lingering wills were extremely well concealed, and ordinary people would never notice them. Yet once someone devoured and absorbed them, they might be tainted by the vicious aura and become mad, or in severe cases, suffer the complete destruction of their soul.

"Heh, those old bastards."

Han Feng sneered. He knew that the Soul Clan possessed secret techniques capable of stripping away these lingering thoughts, allowing them to monopolize this endless Soul Essence and strengthen themselves.

But he had a simpler method.

Han Feng turned his palm, and a blossom of Red Lotus Karmic Fire rose from it. Its flames swayed, carrying divine might that could burn away all sin.

The Red Lotus Karmic Fire swelled wildly in the wind, transforming in the blink of an eye into a vast sea of flames that completely engulfed the Soul Crystal Grotto.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—

Countless shrill, unwilling howls erupted from the Soul Crystals. The ancient lingering wills hidden deep within the Soul Essence rapidly melted away beneath the scorching Red Lotus Karmic Fire, like ice and snow meeting boiling water, vanishing completely.

Red Lotus Karmic Fire specifically burned the world's evil and sinful things. It was the nemesis of all negative soul power.

Under the repeated tempering of the karmic fire, the Soul Crystals, once concealing hidden dangers, became increasingly translucent and radiant. They were so pure that not a trace of impurity remained, like the most perfect treasures in the world.

Half a day later.

The sea of fire slowly receded, and the entire Soul Crystal Grotto was completely transformed into an ocean of pure soul energy. Countless refined Soul Crystals floated within it, their aura warm and vast, with no hidden dangers remaining.

A trace of satisfaction flashed through Han Feng's eyes. With a sweep of his wide sleeve, a terrifying suction force swept through the entire grotto.

Tens of thousands of Soul Origin Crystals immediately rose into the air like rivers flowing into the sea, pouring in an orderly stream into his Storage Ring.

Once he had finished, Han Feng did not linger. His body flashed, turning into a streak of green as he retraced his path and left Soulfall Abyss in an instant.

Black-Corner Region, Sacred City.

The void rippled slightly, and Han Feng's figure silently appeared.

He spread out his divine sense, immediately enveloping the entire Sacred City. Everything within the city entered his mind.

On the stone platform outside the Soul-Gathering Hall, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged in meditation, Dou Qi trembling faintly around him. Several small jade bottles floated before him, each containing a different Beast Flame.

Yao Chen's soul floated beside him, carefully guiding Xiao Yan's cultivation and tempering his foundation.

With every fusion and refinement, Xiao Yan's body shook violently and pain covered his face, clearly showing that he was enduring tremendous suffering. Yet his aura steadily rose amid this repeated tempering, approaching the level of a Great Dou Master.

In the courtyard on the other side, Yaoxin sat quietly reading an ancient Poison Scripture, her expression calm. Faint gray Poison Dou Qi lingered around her body, expanding and contracting freely. Her aura had stabilized, and she had improved considerably since before.

Within Sacred City's Myriad Beasts Garden, the atmosphere was even more peaceful.

Qing Lin crouched on the ground, her smiling eyes curved as she fed magic cores to the Black Jade Earth Dragon. Many snake-type magical beasts played around Qing Lin's feet, having long lost the fierceness of magical beasts and retaining only gentleness.

Seeing these scenes, Han Feng's lips lifted slightly. These three youngsters were all steadily growing along their own paths, without the slightest slackness.

He did not disturb their cultivation. With a flash, he teleported to Sacred City's council hall.

Feng Xian had long been waiting there, his expression solemn.

"You're back." Feng Xian looked up at him, his gaze complicated and worried.

"Mm." Han Feng nodded slightly and raised a hand, taking out a jade box and handing it over. "Give this to Teacher for refinement. The Soul Essence crystallized inside is enough to restore Teacher's soul cultivation to its peak."

Feng Xian hurriedly accepted the jade box. The instant he touched it, he sensed the surging, vast soul energy within the bottle.

Even though he had governed Falling Star Pavilion for many years and possessed extensive knowledge, he had never seen such pure Soul Essence.

He opened his mouth, about to ask a question, but Han Feng spoke first.

"Uncle Feng, your intelligence was accurate."

Feng Xian froze, then his expression immediately turned grave. He asked in a deep voice, "You saw Gu You?"

"I did."

Han Feng's tone was calm, as though he were discussing some trivial matter. "The intelligence was right. Gu You was the Soul Hall's Second Heavenly Venerable. When I went to Soulfall Abyss this time, Third Heavenly Venerable was with him as well."

He paused briefly, and a cold smile curled across his lips. "While I was at it, I also lured out the Soul Hall's Great Heavenly Venerable."

"The Soul Hall's Great Heavenly Venerable, Second Heavenly Venerable, and Third Heavenly Venerable all died by my hand."

As soon as those words left his mouth, the entire council hall fell deathly silent.

Feng Xian stood there blankly, his mouth slightly open and his mind completely empty.

The Soul Hall's three top Heavenly Venerables—Saint-level experts who had dominated the Central Plains for years, feared by all—had all been killed in a single day?

After a long while, Feng Xian slowly came back to his senses, leaving only boundless shock and pride in his heart.

With such a young master presiding over it, how could Falling Star Pavilion fail to prosper?!

Han Feng set down his teacup and solemnly instructed, "The Soul Hall has lost three Heavenly Venerables in succession. They will definitely be enraged and forced into desperate measures. Falling Star Pavilion must be on full alert from now on, defending vigilantly against every possibility."

"If you encounter a crisis you cannot withstand, immediately crush the jade talisman and notify me."

As he spoke, his palm moved, producing two jade talismans wreathed in sword intent, which he handed to Feng Xian. The sword intent on the talismans faintly radiated an aura capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.

"These are two Sword Talismans. Each possesses the power to kill a Two-Star Dou Sheng. Keep them safe; at a critical moment, they can ensure Falling Star Pavilion remains secure."

Feng Xian solemnly accepted the Sword Talismans. When his fingertips touched that terrifying sword intent, his body trembled slightly once more, and his heart surged with emotion.

"Understood!"

Feng Xian's expression was grave as he carefully stored the two Sword Talismans close to his body.

"Good."

Han Feng nodded slightly, said nothing more, and rose to leave.

After returning to his secluded cultivation chamber, Han Feng casually waved his hand, and two bodies abruptly appeared.

They were none other than the Soul Hall's Second Heavenly Venerable, Bone You, and Third Heavenly Venerable!

The bodies of Half-Saints were powerful, having been tempered by Saint power until they were indestructible. They still retained a faint pressure belonging to Half-Saints.

Han Feng swept his gaze over the two perfect Half-Saint bodies, a cold smile flashing in his eyes.

The secret method for refining Heavenly Demon Puppets that he had obtained from Demon Flame Valley's treasury when he unified the Black-Corner Region had finally found suitable materials today.

Using the Half-Saint bodies of Soul Hall Heavenly Venerables to refine puppets, the finished products would undoubtedly possess extraordinary power!