The entire process was shrouded in an air of mystery and solemnity, reenacting an ancient ritual of immeasurable reverence, its origins stretching far into the past.
Because the Spirit Abyss Xuanwu had offered itself in sacrifice willingly, Chen Xiaojun felt none of the intense pain or tearing sensations he had anticipated. Instead, a tingling itch kept wandering through his limbs and bones.
He felt an oceanic surge of Martial Soul power pouring ceaselessly from the Soul Ring. At first, it flowed like a gentle, steady stream. Gradually, it became a raging torrent, charging onward like mighty rivers, impossible to stop.
With its extraordinary purity, the Spirit Abyss Xuanwu's Soul Power washed through Chen Xiaojun's own, gentle yet powerful, like a clear spring carrying away a great many impurities.
Under the influence of this power, Chen Xiaojun could clearly feel his Soul Power undergoing a transformation that overturned heaven and earth.
Soul Power, that mysterious force, had three important measures: quality, total quantity, and degree of purification.
Improving its quality chiefly depended on compressing Soul Power, though some impurities inevitably became mixed into it during that process.
Purity, meanwhile, measured the extent to which those impurities had been removed.
The higher a Soul Beast's grade, the more refined and pure the Soul Power it provided naturally became.
The Spirit Abyss Xuanwu, a super Soul Beast, possessed Soul Power of astonishing purity.
This highly pure Soul Power was light yet mighty, allowing Chen Xiaojun to control it more freely, mobilize it more swiftly, and unleash even more astonishing might.
As that pure Soul Power circulated through his meridians, he skillfully guided it in an unending stream into his lower Soul Nest, where it finally gathered within the two Sword God Pearls, Gan Jiang Moye.
Sensing their host Chen Xiaojun's anticipation, they trembled