Chen Yu watched the Silver Moon Wolf King give its final roar before Yang Jingxue's blazing arrow instantly reduced it to charcoal.
The moment its body struck the ground, the whole world seemed to fall silent. Only the stirring Sword Song and the searing radiance of the arrow lingered in the air, refusing to fade.
Chen Yu calmly withdrew the Seven Kill Sword. His eyes, as deep as a fathomless lake, rested quietly on the crater where the Silver Moon Wolf King had fallen.
His heart was as still as water, as though everything had unfolded exactly as he had expected.
He knew they had succeeded.
Suddenly, a strange change came over Chen Yu's body.
As though drawn by an immense force, the heaven and earth soul power within several hundred meters surged madly toward him, pouring into his body in an unbroken stream.
At that moment, Chen Yu's body became a bottomless black hole, greedily devouring all the soul power.
A violent pulse of soul power erupted around him, surging like a mighty tide and instantly filling the entire space.
The pulse was profoundly mysterious, seemingly carrying an indescribable resonance.
That resonance was mystery upon mystery, impossible to grasp, yet it stirred a longing in anyone who felt it.
Like an ancient poem no one could decipher, Chen Yu's body had become a symbol steeped in mystery and allure.
The soul power within him surged like raging rivers, continually washing through his meridians and internal organs while strengthening his body and mind.
Every cell cheered, and every pore opened, celebrating this breakthrough.
At that moment, Chen Yu's body was no longer merely his own flesh and blood. It was a bridge between him and heaven and earth.
Through his body, he connected with the soul power between heaven and