Afterward, Lin Yuan began his formal attempts.
Since Soul Power itself was liquid, it was as if he had a pool of milk in his palm.
Under the firm control of his spiritual power, not a trace of Soul Power leaked out.
The golden and dark Soul Powers in Lin Yuan's hand remained calm under the control of the Yin-Yang Art.
Lin Yuan knew very well how his Soul Core condensation differed from everyone else's.
The path he had chosen was the most difficult one.
If he succeeded, then without question, nothing would stand between him and the godly realm.
This time, Lin Yuan's goal was immense. He did not intend to condense the Heavenly Stem Qilin's Soul Core.
Instead, he wanted to attempt directly fusing the Hades Sword with the power of the Heavenly Stem Martial Soul to create a Yin-Yang Soul Core.
If he succeeded, there was no doubt that his own strength would undergo another qualitative transformation.
But the difficulty was equivalent to directly challenging the condensation of two Soul Cores.
The difficulty was imaginable.
Using his spiritual power, he gradually made the two streams of Soul Power within his body grow thicker.
Yet because they had become viscous, even under the Yin-Yang Art's control, the two streams still resembled a taiji symbol, each occupying one side.
The liquid finally began to turn solid, and Lin Yuan's expression gradually became solemn.
Because at this point, variables finally appeared.
Even under the Yin-Yang Art's control, the two powers showed no sign of merging. Instead, they became increasingly distinct, as though a line lay between them that could never be crossed.
Compress, compress again, rotate, rotate again...
When the two powers solidified, they did not choose to become one.
Instead, as if separated by an invisible boundary, two Soul