90: The Heavenly Soul Tower Opens

"However..." The Soul Blue King hesitated. "If Master wishes to go, I fear you will need to disguise yourself. Although the first two levels prohibit those above Tier 3 from entering, there are quite a few Tier 2 Gold Soul Spirits, and even some Peak Dominators with combat power approaching that of a Red Supreme... not to mention those high-tier Soul Spirits that are teleported directly to the third level."

Lin Yuan chuckled, and his Soul Spirit mask flickered slightly. The aura around him changed abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a deep Purple Soul Spirit. His aura was condensed and introverted, unmistakably that of a standard Tier 2 Purple Soul Spirit! This level of disguise was effortless for him.

"How is this?"

The Soul Blue King nodded hurriedly. "Master is brilliant! Purple Soul Spirits are the most numerous within the pagoda and will not attract attention. Moreover..." It paused, a hint of cunning flashing in its eyes. "With Master's strength, playing the pig to eat the tiger is absolutely perfect! Those Gold Soul Spirits will likely not understand what happened even when they die."

A trace of coldness flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes. "Remember, from now on, I am the newly promoted Purple Soul Commander under your command—'You Luo'."

The Soul Blue King quickly responded. "Yes! This subordinate will go and arrange it immediately! Commander You Luo will participate in this heavenly soul pagoda trial as the representative of our Soul Blue Kingdom!"

After the Soul Blue King withdrew, Lin Yuan gazed into the distance with deep eyes. heavenly soul pagoda... tens of millions of Tier 2 Soul Spirits... If he could take this opportunity to hunt wantonly, perhaps his Nine Heavens Palace could truly solidify in a short time! Not to mention those high-tier Soul Spirits teleported directly to the third level; their Law power crystals would surely be even purer and more powerful.

As for whether excessive killing would create a Heart Demon? Lin Yuan sneered. Soul Spirits were merely Secret Realm creatures, like NPCs in a game; how could they block his path to becoming stronger? In this cultivation world where the strong prey on the weak, mercy and hesitation would only become fatal weaknesses.

"Three days later..." He slowly clenched his fist, Battle Intent burning in his eyes like a raging fire. "In this heavenly soul pagoda, I will kill to my heart's content! Let those high-and-mighty high-tier Soul Spirits also taste the flavor of being hunted!"

Heavenly Soul Holy Land, under the blood-colored sky.

Blood clouds hung low like congealed blood, shrouding the entire wasteland in a dark red halo. The air was permeated with the scent of decay and death, the condensation of resentment left behind by countless Soul Spirits that had fallen over millions of years.

A colossal tower reaching the heavens stood in the center of the wasteland, its body entwined with blood-colored chains as thick as a bowl. Every link of the chains was engraved with ancient Soul Clan runes, which moved slowly like living creatures, occasionally emitting hair-raising humming sounds.

At this moment, dense swarms of Soul Spirits were gathered at the base of the tower, numbering over ten million! Purple Soul Fire connected into a churning ocean, within which occasionally flashed a few dazzling golden lights—those were the presence of Tier 2 Gold Soul Spirits.

The Soul Spirits maintained a subtle distance from one another, daring neither to get too close nor to stay too far away. A strange silence permeated the entire wasteland, with only the "crackle" of burning Soul Fire rising and falling.

Lin Yuan—no, at this moment he should be called "You Luo"—was standing quietly beside the Soul Blue King. The Purple Soul Spirit he had disguised himself as was unremarkable, his aura controlled to exactly 10,000 Yu of combat power, perfectly blending into the surrounding crowd of souls.

But if anyone could see through that disguise, they would discover that the mana surging within his body was like a dormant primeval beast, ready to erupt with world-destroying power at any moment.

The Soul Blue King's voice sounded in his soul sense, carrying obvious awe: "Master, there are approximately ten million Tier 2 Purple Soul Spirits summoned each time, and others come voluntarily to participate in the trial. Master, remember, the first two levels have the highest number of Soul Spirits, which is the best time to hunt for crystals. Moreover..."

Its Soul Fire trembled slightly. "The map of the first level shrinks at a speed visible to the naked eye every day. This is a killing game deliberately orchestrated by the soul pagoda, intended to make the Soul Spirits slaughter each other. Of course..." It paused, its tone fawning, "This also facilitates your hunting, Master."

Lin Yuan nodded slightly, but his gaze was locked onto several exceptionally dazzling golden lights in the distance. Those few Gold Soul Spirits were like beacons in the dark night, forming a vacuum zone with a radius of a hundred zhang around them. Other Soul Spirits kept their distance in awe, and even the light of their Soul Fire dimmed a few shades due to fear.

"Those are kings from other Soul Kingdoms." The Soul Blue King's tone was grave, and his soul sense carried obvious apprehension. "The one on the far right holding dual blades is 'King Jinhuang', with combat power approaching 30,000 Yu... It is said that he once single-handedly killed three Soul Kings of the same rank in a great war between Soul Kingdoms." Its Soul Fire flickered uneasily. "And the one on the left wearing a blood-colored cloak is 'King Xuehun', who has mastered a forbidden secret technique to devour Soul Fire..."

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over those Gold Soul Spirits, and a subtle cold smile curled his lips. In his eyes, these so-called Soul Kings were nothing but a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. The Soul Blue King continued to transmit via soul sense: "All Tier 2 Gold Soul Spirits can be teleported directly to the second level after entering, so you can hunt to your heart's content on the first level, My Lord."

Suddenly, the entire world fell silent. It was as if an invisible hand had pressed a mute button, and the noisy clamor of ten million Soul Spirits vanished instantly. Immediately after—

"Boom—" With a deafening roar, the massive stone gate at the base of the tower slowly opened. The sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the ground. An aura of ancient vicissitudes swept out like a tsunami, carrying the heaviness of decay, death, and endless years. All the Soul Spirits became restless, their Soul Fires leaping violently, emitting piercing shrieks.

"Enter the tower!" A soul sense, from who knows whom, exploded in the consciousness of every Soul Spirit like a thunderclap. The next moment, ten million Soul Spirits flooded in like a breached dam; the spectacle was as magnificent as a galaxy turned upside down. Lin Yuan went with the flow, and the moment he stepped into the tower, the world changed abruptly.

Before his eyes was a crimson desert, with three blood moons hanging high in the sky, dyeing the entire earth dark red. Lin Yuan stood on a towering sand dune, his Divine Sense spreading out like a tide. Within a radius of a thousand li, dense swarms of Purple Soul Spirits were like migrating ants, so numerous that they almost filled the entire wasteland.

The air was permeated with a thick desire for slaughter, and every Soul Spirit's eyes flashed with greed and madness.

"Ten million Soul Spirits..." He whispered to himself, condensing a Chaos Sword Qi at his fingertips. The Sword Qi presented a strange grayish-black color, and the surrounding space twisted slightly because it could not withstand its pressure. "I wanted to harvest slowly, but unfortunately, I cannot control my desire to become stronger quickly, so let the harvesting begin today."

As far as the eye could see, dozens of Soul Spirit groups were fighting fiercely. Soul Fires collided with Soul Fires, bursting with blinding light; Soul Skills clashed with Soul Skills, whipping up waves of energy storms. Lin Yuan did not hesitate; he directly swung his chaos heavenly extreme sword, and a Sword Qi traversing the sky whistled out.

"Swish—" The Sword Qi traversed three thousand meters, and wherever it passed, space was torn into fine black cracks. Those Purple Soul Spirits who were fighting didn't even have time to scream before they fell in swathes like wheat waves.

Their soul bodies disintegrated the moment they touched the Sword Qi, turning into Soul Fire that dissipated across the sky, leaving only six hundred crystal-clear Law power crystals floating in the air—the rule of double drop rates inside the tower seemed so wonderful at this moment.