The instant Xiao Yan died, Gu Xun'er's raised hand, still gripping her flaming sword, suddenly froze. Her body stiffened and trembled slightly, her eyes widening as her pupils abruptly contracted.
Gu Xun'er could feel something pouring into her soul from some unseen source at the moment of Xiao Yan's death, rendering her completely unable to move.
Yet there was little panic in her heart. Back in the secret chamber in Wutan City, during those first few days, she had already experienced the greatest despair and darkness the world could offer.
After recovering, her resolve had become unshakable. Aside from matters concerning Hun Changqing, little could stir ripples in her heart anymore. Even faced with such a strange occurrence, Gu Xun'er remained utterly calm.
Behind her, Gu Ming noticed her abnormal state. Not daring to be careless, he shifted through space and appeared directly beside her.
He released his soul power and scanned her, but found nothing unusual. Deeply puzzled, he asked tentatively.
"Miss Xun'er, are you... all right?"
Before Gu Ming finished speaking, Gu Xun'er suddenly felt her taut body relax. Her soul, which had grown unbearably heavy under the pressure of that unknown force pouring into it, abruptly eased as well.
As that pressure lifted, Gu Xun'er suddenly felt her soul power begin to soar at a terrifying rate, as abrupt as plunging over a sheer cliff.
She had no time to think about anything else. Hastily sitting cross-legged, she formed a hand seal used to cultivate soul power.
Crack, crack!
Shortly after Gu Xun'er sat down, a sound like shattering glass rang out deep within her soul.
The surging soul power deep inside her swept through her cultivation bottlenecks like a storm smashing rotten wood, shattering them one after another as it climbed toward the peak...
Soul cultivation