LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 20: Chapter 20 – What?
The two-toned beast collapsed in a final breathless thud, its once-glimmering eyes now dulled with death. Known as the Yin-Yang Phantasmal Spirit Beast, it lay sprawled across the forest floor, its body already cooling under the shade of ancient trees. A hush settled around its fallen form—until something stirred.
From the beast's lifeless body, a black soul ring shimmered into view, rising like smoke, pulsing with an eerie brilliance. It hovered for a moment in the air, humming softly, before drifting toward a young man seated nearby.
Qian Yu had already lowered himself into a meditative posture, legs crossed, eyes closed. His breath was steady, though tension lined his brow. As the century-old soul ring floated closer, he could feel it—a pressure so immense it crackled through his bones like distant thunder. Even the marrow inside him seemed to groan in protest.
Then, without warning, the dark halo condensed into a compact band no wider than a bracelet, and with a swift motion, it snapped down over his spirit essence.
The impact was immediate.
A surge of energy exploded within him, raw and untamed, as if someone had poured molten fire straight into his veins. Qian Yu gasped—the searing heat coursed through every fiber of his being, lighting up his nerves like a storm of stars.
"What… what power…" he whispered, his voice nearly lost in the maelstrom of energy.
BOOM—
The heat erupted outward, rushing through his limbs. For a terrifying instant, he thought his body might melt from the inside out. But he endured. He had to.
After all, this wasn't just any soul ring—it was a ten-thousand-year soul ring.
Any ordinary Soul Master would have been obliterated trying to absorb it. But Qian Yu wasn't ordinary. He was a soul reborn, having lived nine lives and carried the wisdom of each.
Soul power, gentle now, began to swirl through his body like a warm tide. The unbearable fire softened, transformed. What once felt like a scorching inferno now flowed like milk-white mist, a soothing stream running through the landscape of his soul. Pain faded, replaced by comfort—by clarity.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the haze.
Above his head, the black soul ring shimmered with a quiet intensity. He raised his hand—and summoned his martial spirit.
A shimmering disk materialized before him. The Wheel of Reincarnation. But now, it has changed.
Where once it spun with vague, swirling energy, it now radiated distinct streams of black and white mist—yin and yang. These opposing forces danced in harmony, spiraling inward until, at the center of the disk, two fish-shaped patterns took form, one light, one dark, forever chasing each other in an eternal circle.
Qian Yu stared in awe.
"This isn't just the Wheel of Reincarnation anymore," he murmured. "It's... a Tai Chi diagram?"
He blinked. The realization hit harder than he expected.
It had evolved. His spirit, with only its first soul ring, had taken on the characteristics of a legendary artifact. He didn't know how, or why—but part of him understood. Some mysteries weren't meant to be unraveled too soon.
"Then... what ability did this soul ring grant me?"
As if in response, a message bloomed inside his consciousness. A whisper from the ring itself.
He went still.
"…No way."
His heart pounded.
"This can't be right. That kind of skill... at this level?"
But there it was—etched clearly in his mind.
The Wheel of Reincarnation's first soul skill: Yin-Yang Domain.
He was stunned.
Domains were incredibly rare—legendary even. In all his previous lives, no matter how talented he had been, he only ever awakened a domain in the advanced stages of cultivation.
But now, at just thirty soul power... after absorbing only a single ring...
He already had one.
The Yin-Yang Domain unfolded a vast space around him, where black and white energy interwoven like silk in the wind. Within this field, he could control the forces of yin and yang at will. The power could twist perception, conjure illusions, or strike with devastating elemental force.
"With this alone..." he thought, his breath catching, "below the rank of Soul King, I'm practically untouchable."
And that wasn't all.
He summoned his other martial spirits—souls carried over from his past lives. They shimmered into being, each familiar, each faithful. Normally, spirit rings applied to a single martial spirit. But he was different. They shared a bond deeper than lifetimes.
The soul ring extended to all of them.
Each could wield the Yin-Yang Domain as their own.
His Nether Mandrake spirit—previously imbued with a healing soul skill—retained its original power. Soul rings didn't overwrite the legacy of older martial spirits; they merely awakened what had already been etched into their essence.
Only the Wheel of Reincarnation, a spirit born in this life, forged new abilities with each ring.
So though he had absorbed only one soul ring, he now possessed ten soul skills.
Ten.
That was the number a Titled Douluo—the highest rank of soul master—could attain only by fusing their final, one-hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
Qian Yu, with but one ring, had already reached that number.
Of course, he was far from being a match for a Titled Douluo. His soul power was still capped at level thirty. He would need to lay low for now, to avoid drawing unnecessary attention.
But if danger came?
His Void Wings martial spirit could slip him into another dimension in the blink of an eye. Even a powerhouse couldn't strike what they couldn't touch.
Still, his journey was just beginning.
Qian Yu reached into his storage space and pulled out a crimson skull—the preserved soul bone of a spiritual beast. Unlike soul rings, soul bones could be carried across lifetimes. This one, a headbone from a hundred-thousand-year-old creature, had waited patiently for the right moment.
Now, at last, it was time.
He closed his eyes again, began the absorption ritual.
Power surged through him like a tidal wave. His body trembled, cracked beneath the strain. Thin red lines split across his skin, blood seeping through the fractures.
But he didn't stop.
He summoned the Nether Mandrake again. Its soft green light enveloped him like a healing lullaby, mending his wounds as quickly as they formed.
One hour passed.
When he finally opened his eyes, something was different.
They glowed red.
A new skill had awakened within the soul bone—a technique called Soul Seize.
And so, reborn across nine lifetimes, wielding ten soul skills and the strength of a domain, Qian Yu took one step closer to the destiny that awaited him.
This was only the beginning.
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