The instant the Soul Bone merged into Yang Chang'an's body, a savage, vicious aura erupted. Like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, it charged through his meridians into every limb and bone, battering every inch of his flesh with its ferocity.
Yang Chang'an's expression shifted slightly, and his heart tightened.
It truly deserved its reputation as one of the cruelest Soul Beasts on the Douluo Continent. Even after death, the baleful aura it left behind was still this powerful.
Yet he was merely wary. A cold laugh soon rose within him. It's only a remnant of baleful aura. Never mind that the Soul Beast itself is long dead-even if it were still alive, this little bit of ferocity couldn't do anything to me.
With that thought, Yang Chang'an stopped paying attention to the baleful aura rampaging through his body. His Soul Power began circulating abruptly, and his presence grew increasingly concentrated and weighty. A force that dared contend with heaven and earth slowly gathered around him, already beginning to take shape. Even the air around him seemed to warp slightly beneath its pressure.
While Yang Chang'an immersed himself completely in absorbing the Soul Bone and refining its baleful aura, the Enshrined of Spirit Hall beside him did not sit idle either. After studying the medicinal formulas in his hands for a while, Qianjun Douluo casually passed them to Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"These are the Medicinal Bath formulas Yang Wushuang developed himself. Chang'an has used them to temper his body since childhood, laying an exceptionally solid foundation. These medicines deserve much of the credit for how smoothly he absorbed that Thousand-Year Soul Ring."
Golden Crocodile Douluo took the formulas and casually flipped through a few pages, skimming the proportions of medicinal ingredients and the preparation methods. He immediately nodded,