Lin Yang's eyes were half closed, and his presence gradually sank into a strange stillness.
The pitch-black Soul Ring encircled the Nichirin Blade, and the energy fluctuations from refining it spread outward in wave after wave, like a rising tide.
Dugu Bo stepped back a few paces and narrowed his eyes, a trace of worry flashing through their ghostly green depths.
"Kid... an eighty-thousand-year Soul Ring isn't so easy to absorb."
At this moment, his Demon God Body was already running at full power.
Even so, the energy within the Soul Ring still charged wildly through his body like a horse that had snapped its reins.
Feeling the waves of tingling soreness in his meridians, Lin Yang frowned slightly and drove his extreme gold Soul Core to its limit.
Dividing, cutting, refining-with every rotation of the Soul Core, vast amounts of energy were refined and then gathered within it.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly.
Yet just then, an abrupt change struck-a piercing screech!
An unbearably shrill cry suddenly exploded inside Lin Yang's mind!
The sound did not come from outside. It rang directly through his mental world, brimming with extreme resentment and savagery.
Knowing its death was certain, the eighty-thousand-year Crimson-Feathered Golden Eagle Emperor had left its dying will lurking deep within the Soul Ring.
Like a venomous snake concealed in the shadows, it finally chose this moment to erupt in full.
Boom!
Lin Yang felt as though a heavy hammer had smashed into his skull, and his consciousness was instantly dragged into his mental world.
When he opened his eyes, the sunlike Sea of Consciousness still hung high in the sky of his mental world, spilling boundless golden light.
Boom!
Another violent tremor struck.
A massive rift was torn open in his mental world.
A golden eagle phantom