Three Lights Condense the Soul, Twin Spiders Purified

Inside the Tower Spirit Space, time flows ten times faster than outside. After Nan Feng returned from the Blacksmith Village, he secluded himself in the tower for three days, during which only seven hours passed outside.

He sat cross-legged beneath a newly sprouted branch of the Ancient Tree of Life. Floating before him was the Nine Heavens Treasure Pearl, inside which a drop of liquid, interwoven with gold and cyan, swirled.

The Sun Essence, the radiance of the Moonlight, and the Star Marrow intertwined in that drop of liquid.

The Three Lights Divine Water has been prepared.

A branch of the Old Huai locust tree hung down from the spatial dome. The old man's face emerged from the bark, his messy beard trembling.

"Have you thought it through? You took in Bibi Dong's remnant soul at Jialing Pass, so the soul itself is still intact. But you know better than I what kind of people her Twin Martial Souls."

"The Death Spider Emperor, the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, their evil nature has seeped into their very bones. The Three Lights Divine Water can easily reshape their physical body, but if those things in her soul aren't completely removed, what kind of thing will you save? You dare to bet?"

Nan Feng didn't reply. He drew the Three Lights Divine Water from the pearl, the golden droplet hovering an inch above his palm.

"Purification," he said.

Old Huai paused for a moment.

"The eighth level? Are you sure? Those things in her soul are backfiring—"

"She died from the clash between the Rakshasa Divine Power and the Angel Divine Power; her soul and body were mostly shattered. The Three Lights Divine Water first condensed her soul, then reshaped her body, leaving three empty spaces in between."

"During these three days of windowing, her Twin Martial Souls will inevitably erupt. I've guided her soul into the eighth layer of the Purification domain in advance, allowing the Purification light Three Lights Divine Water to move in sync."

"Wash and reshape simultaneously."

Old Huai was silent for a few moments, then cursed.

"You're even more ruthless than your ancestor. If he had your brains back then, he wouldn't have had to perish together with the Lord of the Abyss."

Nan Feng ignored him. He walked to the newly opened area at the deepest part of the Tower Spirit Space.

Beside the Ancient Tree of Life, Bibi Dong's remnant soul was sealed within a pale golden cocoon of light. The surface of the cocoon was covered with fine cracks, and the golden and black Rakshasa Divine Power and the pure white Purification residue were tearing each other apart inside her soul.

With each impact, the cracks deepened.

Her soul had shattered into seven or eight pieces, barely pieced together like broken porcelain shards, with dark purple spider silk seeping from the gaps.

"Start."

Nan Feng took a breath, held the Three Lights Divine Water in his left hand, and pressed his right hand against the surface of the light cocoon.

The eighth floor of the tower lit up. Milky white Purification light flowed into the cocoon of light along his palm.

The cracks on the surface of the cocoon of light expanded. Bibi Dong's remnant soul let out a very faint groan, almost inaudible.

The Three Lights Divine Water followed closely behind, dripping down. As soon as the golden droplets touched the fragments of the soul, the broken parts began to heal, and the broken porcelain pieces were glued back together one by one.

In the instant the connection was restored, two dark purple Martial Soul phantoms emerged from the depths of Bibi Dong's soul. The Death Spider Emperor was in front, and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor was behind.

Two enormous Spider Emperor simultaneously raised their forelimbs, hissing at the light of Purification. Dark purple venom spewed from their mouthparts, corroding the edges of the newly repaired soul body.

"It's here." The Old Huai's branches retreated into its canopy, leaving only its trunk exposed. "I told you this thing was creepy!"

Nan Feng didn't move. He had anticipated this step. The light of Purification thickened, changing from milky white to a dense jade white, simultaneously enveloping the two Spider Emperor phantoms.

The hiss turned into a scream. The dark purple venom smoked in the Purification light.

The resistance from the Twin Martial Souls was more intense than Nan Feng had anticipated. The Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor simultaneously detonated a layer of their Soul Power shells.

A dark purple shockwave exploded within the Tower Spirit Space, even shaking off a few leaves from the Ancient Tree of Life.

Blood seeped from the corner of Nan Feng's mouth. The Tower Spirit Space was connected to his own soul, so this impact was equivalent to hitting his divine soul directly.

His left hand remained perfectly still, and the Three Lights Divine Water continued to drip at a steady rate.

"Old Huai!" he called out through gritted teeth.

Old Huai understood. The roots of the immortal tree surged out from all directions of the space, weaving a wooden net around Bibi Dong's soul, trapping the aftershocks of the explosion inside.

Shifang also rushed in from the tower entrance. Ten golden flame halos lit up simultaneously, pouring immortal fire along the gaps in the wooden mesh, burning away the leaking blackish-purple poisonous mist.

"Nan-ge, hang in there!" Shifang shouted, "I've never had such a hot fire when I grill fish!"

"Shut up," Nan Feng said.

The Purification lasted for the first day.

Bibi Dong's evil attributes were even deeper than Nan Feng had estimated. The Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor shrank continuously during the Purification process, yet they also drew power from the deeper parts of her soul to expand anew.

Nan Feng sensed that the roots of the Twin Martial Souls had already penetrated into the deepest part of Bibi Dong's soul, intertwined with her life force. If forcibly separated, she would die.

"It cannot be stripped away," Nan Feng said hoarsely the next morning. "Purification is not destruction. It's refinement."

The Old Huai stared intently from its trunk.

"What do you mean?"

"Her Twin Martial Souls themselves are not wrong. The evil attribute was acquired and corrupted by the Rakshasa Divine Power and the Spirit Hall's cultivation methods. What I Purification was the corruption, not the Martial Soul."

Nan Feng took a breath and slowed the dripping speed of the Three Lights Divine Water by half, while also reducing the intensity of the Purification light.

The phantom of the Spider Emperor was no longer forcibly suppressed, but was instead guided to actively absorb the Purification Power.

The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor ceased its struggle. On its massive, dark purple body, the rotting, festering wounds began to scab over and fall off in the Purification light.

The Soul Devouring Spider Emperor no longer spewed venom from its mouthparts, but instead curled up, allowing the Purification Power to wash away the black and purple patterns on its carapace inch by inch.

"It's done." Nan Feng's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

The next night.

Bibi Dong's soul fragments were completely mended, and the Three Lights Divine Water began to reshape her physical body. Bones separated from her soul, meridians climbed along the bones, and flesh covered the meridians layer by layer.

This process was extremely slow. Nan Feng's forehead was covered in sweat; his Immortal Power energy was nearing its limit.

Just then, the Old Huai spoke up.

"The Twin Martial Souls are changing!"

Nan Feng opened her eyes.

The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor, enveloped in the light of Purification, is shrinking and deforming. A layer of silvery-white Space-Time patterns emerges on the surface of its dark purple carapace.

The eight spider legs became long and sharp, and the venomous fangs in its mouthparts disappeared, replaced by a pair of crystalline Space-Time fangs.

On the other side, the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor was also changing. Its earthy yellow carapace turned into a deep cyan-gold, and its massive body became even heavier.

Each segment of the carapace is engraved with mountain-like patterns, exuding a profound earthy aura.

"The Space-Time Spider Emperor... the Mountain Suppressing Spider Emperor."

When Nan Feng uttered those two names, he was stunned for a moment. After Purification and refinement, the attributes of the Twin Martial Souls changed from evil to Space-Time and earth.

One is extremely dynamic, the other extremely still. Yin and Yang complement each other.

"You've hit the jackpot, kid." Old Huai clicked his tongue. "This Martial Soul's grade is more than two levels higher than before. After the Rakshasa God's corruption was washed away, its essence is actually a top-tier Mutated Martial Soul."

On the morning of the third day.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes.

She lay on a wooden bed naturally woven from the roots of Ancient Tree of Life, covered with an old blanket that Shi Shifang had somehow found. Nan Feng recognized it as the one he had used for over a decade in the Blacksmith Village.

Her gaze shifted from confusion to focus, from focus to clarity, and finally landed on Nan Feng's face.

Nan Feng sat about a foot away from the bed, cross-legged, his left wrist with a red ribbon hanging loosely on his knee. There were still traces of blood on his face, and a layer of dark stubble on his chin.

He hadn't slept for three days and three nights, and he looked even more disheveled than if he had just returned from the Far North.

"I..." Bibi Dong opened her mouth, but her voice was so hoarse that she could barely make a sound.

"You were dead. I pulled you back from the dead."

Nan Feng handed over a bowl of spiritual spring water diluted with the Three Lights Divine Water.

"Drink first. Don't talk."

Bibi Dong took the bowl, her fingers trembling slightly when they touched Nan Feng's knuckles.

She lowered her head to drink water, then stopped halfway through, her gaze falling on the back of her hand.

The dark purple patterns that were once covered with the Rakshasa Divine Power are now completely gone. Beneath the skin flows a dual Soul Power of silver and lapis lazuli in the veins.

"My Martial Soul..." she murmured.

"Space-Time Spider Emperor, Mountain Suppressing Spider Emperor."

Nan Feng leaned against the trunk of the Ancient Tree of Life, unable to withstand the exhaustion, and yawned.

"The Rakshasa God's corruption has been Purification. Your attributes have changed, and you're stronger than before. But your Soul Power is only a little over level 30. Reshaping your physical body requires starting from the bottom; it can't be rushed."

Bibi Dong remained silent for a long time. She spun the water in the bowl around and around.

"I remember," she suddenly said.

Nan Feng looked at her.

"I remember what I did. Jialing Pass, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, almost smashing the tower to pieces. And those... the people I killed."

Bibi Dong's voice was flat, and each word was deep and resonant.

Why did you save me?

Nan Feng didn't answer immediately. He tightened the red ribbon on his left wrist and thought for a moment.

Do you remember what you said to me before you died?

Bibi Dong was stunned.

You said, 'Good... better than God.'

Nan Feng turned her head to look at her.

"Just for that sentence. You know you've gone down the wrong path, and you admit it at the end. That's better than Yu Xiaogang, better than those who refuse to admit their mistakes until death. I'm saving someone who admits their mistakes."

Bibi Dong's lips moved, but no sound came out.

She lowered her head. Her own face was reflected in the water in the bowl—young and clean, completely different from the sharp and fierce look she had during her time Pope of the Spirit Hall.

"What should I do now?"

She asked, her voice soft and slightly bewildered. The Pope, who had once commanded armies of thousands, now resembled a patient just discharged from the hospital, unsure of which way to go.

Nan Feng leaned against a tree and closed her eyes.

"Water the flowers first. The Nine Heart Begonia by the door is one I got from Ye Lingling. Water it every day until it blooms."

Bibi Dong looked up at him.

And what about you?

"I'm going to take a nap." Nan Feng had already closed his eyes, his voice muffled. "I haven't slept for three days... If you have nothing to do after watering, help Old Huai wipe the trunk; he keeps complaining about the dust on the bark..."

Before he could finish speaking, his breathing became even.

Bibi Dong sat on the bed, holding a bowl, and stared at him blankly for a long time.

The dappled sunlight filtering through the Ancient Tree of Life fell on his face, clearly illuminating the bloodstains, sweat, and stubble. She suddenly realized that this man wasn't as tall, as strong, or as terrifying as she remembered.

He collapsed from exhaustion onto the tree roots, sleeping soundly like the burly men in the Blacksmith Village who had spent the whole day forging iron.

She put down the bowl and tiptoed out of bed. The blanket slipped to the floor, and she bent down to pick it up, hesitated for a moment, and then covered Nan Feng with it.

At the entrance to the Tower Spirit Space, Shifang squatted on the ground, grilling fish.

When he saw Bibi Dong come out, he was so startled that he almost dropped the fish he was holding into the fire.

"Why did you get out of bed?! Brother Nan said you need to stay in bed for three days--"

"Does he have the final say, or do I?"

Bibi Dong replied casually, took two steps, then stopped and added another sentence without turning her head.

"Wake me when the fish is grilled. Also, where is the Nine Heart Begonia?"

Shifang stared blankly in one direction, mouth agape.

Bibi Dong followed his hand and walked over. In the corner, a half-foot-tall sapling of Nine Heart Begonia was planted in a broken clay pot, its leaves drooping listlessly.

She crouched down and reached out to touch the leaf.

Old Huai's voice came from behind, tinged with emotion.

"This girl... her temper hasn't changed much since she came back."

Bibi Dong didn't turn around, she just said something indifferently.

"Old man, there is indeed dust on your tree trunk."

Old Huai: "..."

Shifang's face turned bright red from trying to suppress his laughter.

In the distance, Nan Feng leaned against the Ancient Tree of Life, fast asleep. The red ribbon on her left wrist was blown by the wind, drawing an arc in the air before falling back down. The Nine Heavens Treasure Pearl at the top of the tower was spinning, and the Three Lights Divine Water was condensing into the pearl, forming the next drop.

Bibi Dong squatted in front of the earthenware basin and began to carefully pour the first ladle of water.

On her finger, a phantom image of a Space-Time Spider Emperor, the size of a fingernail, peeked out.

Silvery-white spider silk dripped from my fingertips, weaving a tiny, shimmering web on the leaves of the Nine Heart Begonia.