AWB Chapter 313 Re-understanding the Soul Realm, The Fixed Silver Disc
Chapter 313 Re-understanding the Soul Realm, The Fixed Silver Disc
Chapter 313 Rediscovering the Soul Realm, The Fixed Silver Plate (Updated this afternoon or evening)
The four purple lightning whips suddenly shone brightly, like four high-speed cables, as they were greatly infused with the essence of the purple lightning soul lightning in that shallow space.
The raging soul lightning continuously poured into Chen Yi's soul through the four purple lightning whips.
From the outside, Chen Yi seemed to be frozen in place by the electric shock, and he was in extreme danger.
Unbeknownst to them, the natal thunder talisman within Chen Yi's body shone brightly, and a lightning storm also arose in his soul world. Under the system's influence, it was frantically devouring the incoming soul thunder essence.
And that is precisely why, without the pressure of the raging purple lightning soul thunder, the pressure on Silver Horn's silver shield was greatly reduced.
The next moment, a burst of silver light erupted, and the silver shield spun wildly, instantly severing the suction force of that hidden space.
Silver Horn's divine soul suddenly withdrew and returned to its body.
He was pale, panting heavily, and had a look of relief on his face.
Meanwhile, Chen Yi, standing to the side, had four lightning whips filled with violent purple lightning soul lightning power at the soul level.
This scene filled Silver Horn with terror; he thought Senior Chen might be electrocuted.
"Senior! You died saving me. What is your wish? I will definitely fulfill it for you—"
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Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yi's soul suddenly stirred slightly, and a black and white halo emanated from his body, directly dispelling the source of the purple lightning that was frantically striking him.
Then, with a gentle pull, the four purple lightning whips were retracted.
He looked at Silver Horn with complete ease and composure and asked, "What did you say?"
In fact, Chen Yi was far from reaching his limit. If Silver Horn hadn't been there, he could have held on for at least another ten breaths if he had gone all out.
Don't underestimate these ten breaths; they can save Chen Yi more than a month of arduous cultivation in his spiritual realm.
While Silver Horn's silver shield had just resisted the devouring power of that space, Chen Yi also managed to absorb a significant amount of Purple Lightning Soul Lightning essence.
What convinced him even more was that the source of the soul thunder anchored in the shallow layer of this space was none other than a natal thunder talisman left here by a powerful being of the soul thunder path.
It is suspected that before that powerful being perished, he left behind a high-level inheritance of the Soul Thunder Dao here, waiting for his descendants or sect disciples to take it away.
Perhaps he is a Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord from the Soul Thunder Sect?
[Wow, that's unexpected! What a pleasant surprise!]
Chen Yi stood in the void, his robes fluttering wildly in the raging storm of lightning and magnetic energy around him.
He stared at the twisted node in front of him, a barely perceptible glint of light flashing deep in his eyes.
If his guess is correct, he really needs to go to this shallow layer of space himself.
Of course, not at this moment.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, golden light flowing deep within his pupils, his Void-Piercing Eyes already activated to their fullest extent.
His gaze pierced through layers of purple lightning, attempting to glimpse the deep core where the Purple Lightning Soul Talisman resided.
However, it was as if there was a thick layer of frosted glass separating them, like looking at flowers through a fog, and ultimately, one could not see them clearly.
That was not just a barrier of thunder, but a dimensional rupture.
For Chen Yi, the Purple Lightning Soul Thunder Origin that was out in the open was a real opportunity.
Even though the spatial silver patterns enveloping the source of lightning are complex and obscure, making them extremely difficult to decipher, given enough time, with the system's persistent and meticulous work, it is not difficult to gradually devour and analyze the spatial origins, transforming them into one's own understanding and nourishment.
Once you fully understand the laws governing the outer space, crossing it with your physical body and entering it will be a piece of cake.
What truly frightened him was the unknown realm of spirits and souls connected behind that layer of space.
Nearly a hundred years ago, when Chen Yi first obtained the inheritance of the Soul Thunder Talisman, he relied on his powerful divine sense to rashly explore a similar dimensional rift.
The memory of that moment remains as clear as yesterday.
It was a pure, deep-seated tremor.
It was as if an ant was perched on the edge of an abyss, gazing at a giant eye slowly opening in the endless darkness below.
That world is extremely dangerous.
Chen Yi withdrew his gaze, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuffs.
Without absolute certainty, without a foolproof trump card to ensure his survival in that eerie space, he would never lightly take the risk.
If one seeks longevity, stability is paramount.
Just then, a series of heavy breathing sounds came from beside me.
Silver Horn finally recovered from the shocking turn of events.
His face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his once-proud unicorn horn now looked dull and lifeless.
He shakily straightened his disheveled clothes, bowed deeply to Chen Yi, his waist almost bent to his knees.
"Thank you for saving my life, fellow Daoist! It was Silver Horn's recklessness that almost caused a disaster."
Silver Horn's voice was still trembling; for a moment just now, he truly thought he was about to perish.
"I never expected that—that place, besides nurturing soul lightning, would also be connected to the Soul Realm."
He straightened up, his gaze fixed on the gradually calming spatial node, his eyes filled with despair and lingering fear: "Alas, it seems my clan's Silver Sky Hammer is destined to be unattainable for me. That's the Soul Realm—anyone below the Nascent Soul stage will surely die upon touching it!"
If he hadn't reacted so quickly and used his protective trump card, his soul would probably have been forcibly torn from his body and become food for some terrifying creature in that unknown space.
"The Soul Realm? So that's what you call it."
Chen Yi nodded slightly, his expression indifferent.
"You can call it whatever you want, it just refers to the world that exists outside of the physical body and physical objects."
Silver Horn gave a wry smile and explained, "Generally, only those who have reached the Nascent Soul stage and whose souls are extremely refined can barely make contact."
Even a Nascent Soul Celestial Lord wouldn't dare let a divided soul enter unless absolutely necessary, otherwise it would easily become nourishment, leading to death and the dissipation of one's cultivation.
Chen Yi's eyes flashed as he asked, "What exactly is the Soul Realm of this world?"
Silver Horn was slightly taken aback, seemingly not expecting that this "reincarnated great power" with extraordinary abilities would ask about something so common sense.
But then he thought that the other party might come from another realm and it was normal that they were not familiar with the rules of this place.
So he spoke frankly: "There are many opportunities, but they are also accompanied by great terror. The Soul Realm is a chaotic passage connecting the Human Realm, the Spirit Realm, and even various high-level realms."
However, the coordinates within the Soul Realm are chaotic and disordered, with changes happening constantly.
No one knows where you are in the Soul Realm at this moment, or where you will be anchored in the real world at the next moment.
At this point, Silver Horn paused, his tone tinged with awe: "Some Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords, when their lifespan is about to end, will choose to have their souls leave their bodies and forcibly enter the Soul Realm to explore, attempting to seize that elusive chance of ascension or life extension in that endless void."
It turned out to be the case.
Chen Yi understood that this so-called Soul Realm was more like a chaotic spacetime hub, or some kind of high-dimensional spiritual network.
His gaze immediately fell on the item that Silver Horn was clutching tightly in his hand.
It was a palm-sized silver disc, emitting a faint glow. Although the light was somewhat dim, it was this very object that had just unleashed a strange spatial repulsive force at the crucial moment, forcefully counteracting the soul realm's devouring power.
"I observe that your silver shield, and it seems to be able to counteract some of the devouring power from the Soul Realm."
If you could prepare more of these treasures, you might have a chance to try them out.
Chen Yi said meaningfully.
Upon hearing this, Silver Horn's lips curled into a bitter smile: "Fellow Daoist, you jest. This is the Fixed-Space Silver Disc bestowed upon me by our Ancestor. It is a natal spiritual object left behind by a Nascent Soul Celestial Lord of my clan after his passing. The entire clan possesses only one such piece."
Chen Yi was slightly taken aback.
This thing is actually part of a Nascent Soul cultivator's body?
Just like the horn of the Silver Horn Clan and the blade of the Silver Blade Clan, these are organs that have been forged and refined by the alien cultivators through countless trials and tribulations.
No wonder it has such miraculous effects; it turns out it's made from the "bones and skeletal parts" of our ancestors.
Silver Horn stroked the silver plate in his hand, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. He looked up at Chen Yi: "Fellow Daoist Chen, you've also sensed that shallow layer of space. With your abilities, do you have a way to break through the shackles of the Soul Realm and retrieve my clan's Silver Void Hammer?"
Although reason told him it was impossible, he couldn't help but ask. After all, the person before him was a reincarnated powerful being who had traveled through time.
Chen Yi did not answer immediately, but pondered for a moment and then shook his head.
"With my current abilities, it's almost impossible."
He spoke frankly and calmly: "To retrieve something from that place that connects multiple spatial dimensions, one needs a profound understanding of spatial laws and soul path rules, and even more importantly, a thorough understanding of the soul realm space that it is anchored in. All three are indispensable."
Upon hearing this, the light in Silver Horn's eyes quickly dimmed.
"but----"
Chen Yi changed the subject, "If one possesses a treasure like your silver plate that can resist the erosion of the Soul Realm, then it's not entirely hopeless."
Silver Horn suddenly looked up, and a glimmer of life returned to his ashen face.
Chen Yi did not say "absolutely impossible," but rather "conditions are required."
This is hope!
"Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you want me to do for you to give it a try?" Silver Horn asked anxiously, his voice trembling slightly.
Chen Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze lingering on the silver plate for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "If you are willing, lend me your silver plate for twenty years. I want to study the spatial defense principles contained within it and see if I can master the method to resist the power of the Soul Realm."
"Twenty years from now, when this spatial node opens again, bring the Thunder Fruit and the Essence of Demonic Flame. I will refine them then, and my strength should improve."
"At that time, perhaps we could give it a try."
"Borrow my silver plate—"
Silver Horn was stunned, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.
Although this Soul-Stabilizing Silver Plate is of extremely high grade and its value is comparable to that of ordinary spiritual treasures, its greatest use for him is only passive defense.
Because his cultivation level was insufficient, he was unable to unleash the true divine powers within, and could only serve as a shield.
Even so, this is a treasure passed down from our ancestors.
But then he thought again, no matter how precious the silver plate was, it couldn't compare to the clan's treasure, the "Silver Sky Hammer".
That's a divine artifact concerning the rise and fall of a race. If we could find it, let alone lending the silver plate for twenty years, we'd give it away—
No, I still can't bear to give it away.
Silver Horn gritted his teeth, torn between his inner turmoil and his own conscience.
If it weren't for Chen Yi, he probably would never have been able to get the hammer back in his lifetime.
Even if they come back next time, they might lose their lives.
I'm taking the gamble!
"Alright! I believe Fellow Daoist Chen will keep his word!"
Silver Horn took a deep breath, his eyes hardening: "I'll lend you this for now! Twenty years from now, we'll return here to plan something big!"
After saying that, he didn't hesitate and simply raised his hand to deliver it.
The disc, about the size of a baby's palm and shimmering with a strange silver light, drifted through the air and floated gently down toward Chen Yi.
This silver plate is extremely mysterious. It is not a simple physical object, but exists simultaneously in the real world and the realm of the soul. When Chen Yi reached out and took it, his fingertips had a strange sensation of touching ethereal water ripples.
The moment he got his hands on it, a familiar mechanical notification sound suddenly rang out from deep within Chen Yi's mind:
[Spatial defense Dao essence detected, currently being absorbed—]
really!
The interior of this silver plate contains high-level spatial Dao patterns!
No wonder it could withstand the pull of the Soul Realm; it's a divine power that solidifies the space around itself, forming an independent dimension.
Chen Yi was secretly delighted, but he remained outwardly calm. With a thought, he immediately stopped the system's devouring process.
He did not refine and absorb the treasure that the other party had lent him in front of Silver Horn.
We need to go back and think about this behind closed doors.
Chen Yi put the silver plate into his storage bracelet, then looked at the silver horn and added solemnly, "Let me make this clear from the start: I need to repeatedly cleanse this item with my divine sense to study it, which may cause some wear and tear. You should be prepared."
The so-called "wear and tear" is naturally a consequence of the system absorbing the Dao essence. Whether this plate will still be usable after that depends on fate.
Upon hearing this, Silver Horn's lips twitched, and he felt a pang of heartache.
But since he had already made his decision, he stopped dwelling on it.
"Fellow Daoist, please take it and use it!" Silver Horn gritted his teeth again, looking like he was ready to go all out. "Everything has a price, and I accept all the initial investment! I believe that with your ability and character, you would never embezzle such a small spiritual treasure."
His words were eloquent, but his heart was bleeding. Hopefully, this gentleman will show mercy and not grind him to pieces.
"Alright. Since you're willing, then I have nothing more to say."
Chen Yi nodded, his expression calm.
The deal is done.
He then waved his hand, indicating that Silver Horn could leave.
After Silver Horn transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the distance, Chen Yi did not rush to leave.
He stood still, his divine sense spreading out like a tide, instantly traversing hundreds of miles, and found Ning Bu'er, who was obediently waiting in the distance.
"Bu Er, find a place to cultivate yourself, and don't go too far."
A telepathic message was precisely transmitted into Ning Bu'er's ear.
"Okay." Ning Bu'er responded softly, then found a secluded mountain hollow nearby and sat down cross-legged.
After dealing with the trivial matters, Chen Yi finally regained his composure.
He sat cross-legged in the void, and with a flip of his hand, the Soul-Stabilizing Silver Plate reappeared in his palm.
Chen Yi's lips curled up slightly. This time, he did not suppress the system in his mind.
"Let's begin."
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