231: Chapter 231 Awakening Plan: Soul Incarnation and Forced Repair

His fingers did not leave Wu Mingkong's smooth forehead; instead, they lingered on the blood-red cinnabar mark between her eyebrows.

That spot was the location of the human "Upper Dantian," the place where a Cultivator hid their spirit, commonly known as the entrance to the Sea of Consciousness.

At this moment, the sensation from his fingertip was not warm, smooth skin, but a repulsion as hard as iron, as if an invisible wall was tightly blocking all external probing.

"System, perform a deep Divine Soul scan."

Xu Chen murmured in his heart.

【Ding! Analyzing target Divine Soul status...】

A cold, mechanical prompt sounded in his mind, and lines of pale blue data streams flashed rapidly before his eyes.

【Scan complete.】

【Detection object: Wu Mingkong (Great Xia Empress)】

【Divine Soul status: Severely damaged (85%) / Deep self-Seal】

【Etiological analysis: The target forcibly invoked the national Dragon Qi three thousand years ago in an attempt to break the shackles of heaven and earth and break through to the Emperor Realm. Due to insufficient Foundation and the backlash from the Heavenly Dao, her Divine Soul nearly shattered. To preserve the last trace of her true spirit from being extinguished, she used an Imperial secret technique to forcibly Seal her consciousness within the core of her Sea of Consciousness, forming a "deadlock."】

【Current status: Although her Physical Body is being eroded by the Nine Yin Severed Meridians, due to the Divine Soul Seal, it is instead in a strange state of "suspended animation preservation." If one forcibly removes the cold poison from her Physical Body while ignoring the Divine Soul, the target will completely degenerate into an unconscious walking corpse.】

【Treatment plan suggestion: Conventional Medicinal Pill are ineffective. It is suggested that the host use the Primordial Spirit characteristics of the Hongmeng Creation Origin Body (invulnerable to all laws, restorative creation) to forcibly break into her Sea of Consciousness, break the Seal, and recast her Divine Soul Foundation with Hongmeng Purple Qi.】

【Risk warning: The Sea of Consciousness is a Forbidden Ground for a Cultivator, especially for experts at the Quasi-Emperor level, whose subconscious defenses are extremely strong. Forcible entry may encounter the target's instinctive, crazed counterattack. Please ensure the host is fully prepared.】

"So it really is a self-Seal."

Xu Chen withdrew his finger, a flash of understanding in his eyes.

This Empress was truly ruthless.

In a situation of certain death, she actually dared to lock herself deep within her consciousness to resist the erasure of the Heavenly Dao. This was like locking herself in a freezer at absolute zero; she survived, but the key was left outside.

If no one came to save her, she would truly be locked in that pitch-black world until the end of time, until her Divine Soul was exhausted.

"Young Lord, how is it? Is there any salvation?"

Seeing Xu Chen's solemn expression, Hua Jieyu, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but lean forward and ask in a low voice.

Although she was usually carefree and liked to tease her Young Lord, when faced with such serious matters involving life and death, she also felt a bit intimidated.

Especially looking at the Empress, who exuded terrifying pressure even while sleeping, it was hard for her to imagine if this master would wake up and, upon discovering them as intruders, directly slap them to death.

"There is, but it's very troublesome."

Xu Chen turned around, his gaze sweeping over the two stunning beauties in front of him, his tone becoming unprecedentedly serious.

"Although her Physical Body has the hidden danger of the Nine Yin Severed Meridians, leading to blocked Meridians and cold Qi entering her bones, that is a chronic illness. As long as I am willing to spend divine medicine, I have a hundred percent certainty of curing it. What is truly fatal is her Divine Soul."

Xu Chen pointed to the center of Wu Mingkong's eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "She has locked her Soul tight. That lock is in the deepest part of her Sea of Consciousness and cannot be opened from the outside. If this lock isn't undone, even if I feed her a Golden Core of an Emperor, she will only be a beautiful puppet without thoughts when she wakes up."

"A puppet?"

Hua Jieyu blinked her peach-blossom eyes and subconsciously glanced at the "sleeping beauty" with the hot figure and peerless face on the Dragon Throne. A bold idea suddenly popped into her head: "If that were the case... wouldn't it be even more convenient for Young Lord to manipulate? You could arrange her in any position you want..."

"Slap!"

Xu Chen flicked her smooth forehead in annoyance.

"Ouch!" Hua Jieyu covered her forehead, looking at him with a grievance-filled expression.

"Young Lord, am I that kind of person?"

Xu Chen said righteously, "What I want is for her to submit body and Soul, for that formidable Empress to kneel before me and call me husband, not a compliant corpse. That's something only a necrophiliac would do; your Young Lord's taste isn't that twisted."

Hua Jieyu stuck out her tongue, not daring to be cheeky anymore.

"Then... since it can't be opened from the outside, what should we do?" Mo Han, who had been silent, asked. She was always able to hit the nail on the head.

"Since it can't be opened from the outside, we can only go inside to open it."

Xu Chen's mouth curled into a crazy arc, "I want to perform Primordial Spirit Leaving the Body, enter her Sea of Consciousness world, find her true spirit, and then... forcibly wake her up."

"Primordial Spirit Leaving the Body?!"

Hearing these four words, Mo Han and Hua Jieyu's expressions changed simultaneously.

As Cultivators, they knew too well what this meant.

The Sea of Consciousness is the most private and fragile place for a Cultivator, and also the most dangerous home turf.

For an intruder, that place is full of unknown dangers. Once the Primordial Spirit is injured in the opponent's Sea of Consciousness, the best outcome is becoming an idiot, and the worst is Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, without even a chance for Reincarnation.

Moreover, the other party is a peerless ruthless person who once swept across the Eastern Wasteland and impacted the Emperor Realm! Even if only a remnant Soul remains, her subconscious counterattack would be absolutely terrifying.

"Young Lord, this is too dangerous!"

Mo Han stepped forward, blocking Xu Chen, a look of anxiety appearing in her cold eyes for the first time, "She is a Quasi-Emperor, her Divine Soul strength far exceeds that of a Saint. Although you are gifted, your Realm is still shallow. What if she has set up a killing formation in her Sea of Consciousness, or a Restriction of mutual destruction..."

"Yes, Young Lord!"

Hua Jieyu also stopped acting spoiled and urged anxiously, "It's not worth taking risks for a woman. Even if she is an Empress, she is not worth Young Lord risking your life for. Let's just empty this palace and leave. At worst... at worst, This servant will listen to you in everything from now on, serving you every day, isn't that enough?"

Looking at the anxious expressions of the two women, a warmth flowed through Xu Chen's heart.

"Don't worry."

Xu Chen reached out and rubbed Mo Han's head, then pinched Hua Jieyu's cheek, smiling, "Are you still not confident in This Young Master's strength? Since I dare to do this, I naturally have my own certainty."

The Hongmeng Creation Origin Body is the source of all Daos.

His Primordial Spirit is not the Divine Soul of an ordinary Cultivator, but a Hongmeng Primordial Spirit. In terms of level, let alone a Quasi-Emperor, even if a true Emperor came, they could not suppress him in the essence of the Divine Soul.

Moreover, the System has already provided a definitive treatment plan, which shows that the success rate is extremely high.

"Besides, this is also an Opportunity."

Xu Chen looked at Wu Mingkong on the Dragon Throne, a strange light flashing in his eyes, "If I can conquer her will in her Sea of Consciousness, then when she wakes up, she will have a dependency and obedience towards me that originates from the depths of her Soul. This is more solid than any contract."

To conquer an Empress, one must start from the Soul.

Seeing that Xu Chen had made up his mind, Mo Han and Hua Jieyu looked at each other, knowing they couldn't persuade him.

"Since Young Lord has decided, then Mo Han accepts the order."

Mo Han took a deep breath, and the aura on her body changed abruptly. The originally restrained killing intent erupted instantly, and the short blade in her hand made a buzzing vibration.

She turned around, with her back to Xu Chen, facing the palace gate, and said coldly: "Young Lord, go ahead. Unless I die, no one can get within half a step of Young Lord. Even a mosquito, don't even think about flying in."

"This servant as well!"

Hua Jieyu bit her silver teeth, and the pink silk in her hand instantly turned into a huge barrier, shrouding the entire Dragon Throne area. She put away her usual coquettishness, her expression extremely solemn.

"Very good."

Xu Chen nodded with satisfaction.

He no longer hesitated and turned to walk to the side of the Dragon Throne.

But instead of choosing to sit on the ground, he looked at the wide Dragon Throne and sat right down on it, pressing tightly against Wu Mingkong's body.

Their shoulders touched, and their arms pressed against each other.

The faint fragrance belonging to the Empress, mixed with the ancient metallic scent of the Dragon Throne, instantly entered Xu Chen's nasal cavity.

"Although it's a bit cold, the feeling is indeed good."

Xu Chen felt the touch of the beauty beside him and murmured in his heart.

Immediately, he focused his mind, his hands formed an ancient Seal, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"Hoo—"

The palace fell into a deathly silence.

Mo Han and Hua Jieyu held their breath, staring fixedly at Xu Chen.

Xu Chen's breathing gradually became steady and long, and finally, it seemed to stop.

The next moment.

Hum!

A brilliant golden light suddenly lit up from Xu Chen's Niwan Palace.

That golden light was sacred, majestic, and vast, carrying a supreme aura, instantly illuminating the entire dim palace.

In that golden light, a golden little person, only the size of a fist but looking exactly like Xu Chen, slowly emerged.

This was Xu Chen's Hongmeng Primordial Spirit!

The golden little person hovered cross-legged in front of Xu Chen's forehead. Although small in size, the pressure it emitted was actually several times more terrifying than Xu Chen's Physical Body.

The golden little person slowly opened its eyes, its gaze like lightning, looking straight at Wu Mingkong, who was close at hand.

"Go!"

Xu Chen gave a low shout in his heart.

The golden little person did not hesitate at all, turning into a stream of light, rushing straight towards the center of Wu Mingkong's eyebrows.

The golden little person was like a drop of water merging into the sea, instantly sinking into the blood-red cinnabar mark between Wu Mingkong's eyebrows and disappearing.

Inside the palace, the golden light dissipated.

Only two bodies that seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep remained on the Dragon Throne, snuggling together.