The blade neither trembled nor made a sound. It simply began to absorb.
An immensely powerful suction surged from the blade and latched directly onto Shen Fei's Soul Force.
That suction did not pull from outside. It drew outward from within his Soul Sea, as though an invisible hand had reached into his Dantian, seized the Soul Force inside him, and yanked it out by the handful.
Shen Fei was shocked.
His first instinct was to pull his hands back, but they had already touched the hilt. The suction poured straight in through the connection between his palms and his Soul Sea.
His Soul Force gushed from his Dantian like water through an opened floodgate, rushed along his Meridians toward the center of his Soul Sea, and was swallowed whole by the sword. The blade's surface still reflected no light, but the inky color within grew deeper and denser, as though flowing water had been poured into it.
Shen Fei's Soul Sea began to empty.
He could clearly feel the Spiritual Power in his Dantian dropping rapidly. The flow through his Meridians grew frantic, as though something were forcibly dragging it along, completely beyond his control.
The sword's suction grew stronger and stronger, changing from drawing out thin strands to swallowing entire swaths. The dark mist in his Soul Sea was swept toward the blade, swirled against its edge, then sank into the sword.
Shen Fei did not panic.
His shock lasted only a moment before he gritted his teeth and steadied his mind. He knew he could not retreat now. His hands had already touched the hilt, and the suction was connected to his Soul Sea. Forcing himself free would only damage it.
He immediately sat cross-legged before the sword at the center of his Soul Sea. Keeping both