189: Chapter 189 Adaptation, Transformation Complete! From now on...unrestrained!

Tear! Rip!

It felt as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly grabbed her Soul and was yanking it violently out of this physical shell!

"Urgh—ah—!"

A shrill cry of pain escaped her lips.

With a thud.

Mu Susu's body collapsed softly to the ground, her eyes tightly shut, her breath faint, like a shell that had lost its Soul.

Meanwhile, in mid-air, a transparent Soul form slowly hovered upward.

It was a woman of stunning beauty, whose features bore no resemblance to Mu Susu's, possessing instead an air of cold elegance and aloofness. Surrounded by a faint starlight halo, it was none other than Ji Qingyan's true Soul!

Her Soul had been forcibly ripped out of her body!

The intense pain made Ji Qingyan's Soul tremble, her face pale as paper.

"How is this possible..."

She murmured in disbelief.

This ruin could actually directly strip away a Soul!

Before she could recover, a vast, ancient, and extremely domineering oppressive force crashed down!

It wasn't targeting her Physical Body or her Qi and blood, but acting directly upon her Soul Origin!

It was like Mount Tai pressing down, or the Heavenly Dao looking down from above, carrying an irresistible majesty!

"Pfft—!"

Ji Qingyan's Soul form shuddered violently, nearly scattering.

Her knees buckled uncontrollably, almost forcing her to kneel on the ground!

Oppression at the Soul level was a hundred times more terrifying than oppression of the Physical Body!

A single mistake would result in Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!

"Want to suppress me... It's not that easy!"

Ji Qingyan gritted her teeth, a flash of ferocity in her eyes.

Vast Soul power erupted from her Origin, like a torrent flowing upstream, forcibly pushing against that terrifying oppressive force, straightening her back bit by bit!

One inch, then another.

Her Soul form trembled slightly, yet it never bent even a fraction further.

Finally, she stood upright again.

Even though her face was pale and her breath disordered, her spine remained straight, her proud bones unbroken.

However, Ji Qingyan's expression was extremely grim.

She stared fixedly into the depths of the Void Realm, her eyes churning with turbulent waves.

Directly stripping away the Soul, targeted Soul suppression...

This master of the ruins made their hostility toward those who Cultivate the path of the Soul absolutely clear!

This was no Legacy trial; it was clearly a death trap aimed at practitioners of the Soul Dao!

"Are they taking a different path?"

Ji Qingyan murmured to herself, her heart heavy.

This path was diametrically opposed to her own Dao.

The subsequent levels would only get harder and more dangerous.

She looked up at the Void Realm, then down at the shell on the ground, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Retreat?

She was unwilling.

A massive Opportunity was right in front of her; if she retreated now, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

Advance?

Every step was fraught with death, and a single mistake would result in Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

After a long silence, a flash of determination crossed Ji Qingyan's eyes.

"Since I'm here, I must see it through."

"The Legacy of a Star-level ultimate lifeform is worth the risk!!"

"Besides, even if I can't make it to the end, with my Aptitude, I am certainly stronger than these natives. At the very least... I can obtain some of the subsequent rewards!"

She took a deep breath, slowly circulating her Soul power, and began to adapt to the oppressive force.

...

The independent space was deathly silent.

The surrounding darkness was as thick as ink, impenetrable even by light.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of scorched metal, mixed with a faint scent of blood, lingering in the enclosed space.

The previously exploded blood-colored mist did not disperse; instead, it spread slowly as if it had a life of its own. It drifted in strands and wisps, and within moments, it had completely enveloped the hundred-foot stone platform.

The blood mist grew thicker and thicker, viscous as if it were solid.

When it reached the peak of density, it seemed to touch a certain critical point.

Hum—

An invisible tremor resonated from the center of the space.

The churning blood mist paused abruptly, then, as if drawn by some terrifying suction force, collapsed inward with surging momentum!

Ten thousand streams returned to the source, all converging into one!

The blood-red sky receded like a tide, and all the power, all the vitality, and all the transformation rapidly condensed, compressed, and took shape at the center of the stone platform.

The churning blood Qi twisted into a blood-red pillar of light in mid-air.

It crashed down with a boom!

When the dust settled, a tall, upright figure stood quietly.

The youth was shirtless, his skin as white and lustrous as jade, shimmering with a faint porcelain glow under the dim light.

His shoulders and back had broad, smooth lines, his waist and abdomen were tight and lean, and every inch of his musculature was perfectly sculpted. There were no exaggerated, knotted muscles, yet every inch contained explosive power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Standing there, he was like a born Supreme monarch, possessing an inherent pressure that looked down upon all living beings.

Without needing to intentionally release it, it caused the surrounding air to slightly stagnate.

Lu Qingyun slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his eyes, a trace of noble and profound purple light flickered and vanished, like the flowing light of a crown during an emperor's coronation, so noble that one dared not look directly at it.

Those eyes were very calm, so calm they were almost indifferent.

It was as if the Puppet remains before him, this independent space, and even the entire world, were nothing more than insignificant dust beneath his feet.

That was the natural indifference toward lower lifeforms that originated from the depths of his Soul after his life level had ascended.

"It really is... like a lifetime away."

Lu Qingyun spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness from the transformation, yet it was filled with an indescribable magnetism and majesty.

His thoughts stirred.

A pale blue System panel instantly unfolded before his eyes, with all data completely refreshed.

[Host: Lu Qingyun]

[Race: Pinnacle Slime King (Purple)]

[Unlocked Race Abilities: All-Attribute Adaptation, Body Control, King's Pressure, Follower Summoning]

[Rank: LV48 (0 / 150000000)]

[HP: 19545225 / 19545225]

[Physical Body Strength: 1357 Ding (Battle! How dare the Dragon species claim the pinnacle of Demonic Beasts; the Slime's blade has never been dull!)]

[Mental Strength: 1360 Zhen (Where does a mental-type Slime get so many strange things?)]

[Cultivation Technique: Blood Fiend Arts (Thirty-seven similar techniques integrated, Introductory): The limit for opening acupuncture points has been increased to 360, and the maximum level for this technique is LV59!]

[Talent Skills: Fireball, Beast Language, Elementary Toxin, Weak Fire Attribute Adaptation, Weak Water Attribute Adaptation...]

[BOSS Initial Mechanisms: Out-of-Combat Healing, Infinite Growth, Execution, Hierarchical Severity, Final Dance]

...

As he scanned the lines of data, a curve slowly formed at the corner of Lu Qingyun's mouth.

The purple race template, brand new race abilities. From Commander to King, this step across brought a qualitative leap!

He looked up into the depths of the Void Realm, as if he could pierce through layers of space to see the levels deeper in the ancient tower, see the unknown existences slumbering at the bottom of the tower, and see those high-and-mighty Dharma Form Grandmasters above the ground...

The youth chuckled, his tone carrying an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

"Heh."

"From now on, I should be able to... be unrestrained, right?"

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