Faced with this terrifying and boundless remnant soul, Ye Qiu felt a profound sense of powerlessness for the first time.
It was clearly just a remnant soul, yet it suppressed him, a person who had stepped out of the sixth realm of the Five Gods Realm, to the point that he had no power to fight back.
Is my body really going to be possessed by a remnant soul?
Ye Qiu gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, his consciousness beginning to blur.
However, at this moment, Ye Qiu suddenly sensed that the Immortal-Slaying Sword was trembling violently and emitting a strong signal.
Ye Qiu understood this signal; it wanted to enter his mind.
Without any hesitation, Ye Qiu chose to unconditionally trust the Immortal-Slaying Sword.
With a thought, Ye Qiu brought the Immortal-Slaying Sword into his mind.
The moment the Immortal-Slaying Sword entered Ye Qiu's mind, it instantly transformed into a blurry, beautiful figure.
This beautiful figure was like an unparalleled empress who had walked out from countless ages ago, her aura extremely powerful.
The remnant soul, which was frantically merging with Ye Qiu's primordial spirit, suddenly saw the beautiful figure transformed by the Immortal-Slaying Sword and visibly trembled.
"How...how is it you? The Immortal-Slaying Sword? No, this is impossible."
The remnant soul screamed.
"No one can hurt him."
An ethereal and elegant voice rang out.
Immediately afterwards, the blurry figure raised her hand and chopped down.
boom.
The simple and direct palm strike reduces complexity to simplicity, as if wielding the power of nature.
The remnant soul desperately resisted, but it was no match for the blow and was shattered by a single palm strike.
The blurry figure did not stop, refining the shattered remnant soul power and merging it all into Ye Qiu's primordial spirit.
Ye Qiu immediately felt his primordial spirit power increase exponentially, and his spiritual power was also sublimated.
The blurry figure then transformed back into the Immortal-Slaying Sword, uttering a soft whisper: "Forcibly awakening once will consume a great deal of energy. I will fall into a deep slumber, during which time you may not use the sword."
"What can I do to help you recover?" Ye Qiu asked anxiously.
"You don't need to do anything. I'm with you, and while you cultivate, I can absorb some spiritual energy as well. That's enough. Just be careful..."
The ethereal sound became increasingly faint as the story progressed, until it was almost inaudible.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Qiu put the sword into his spiritual sea and let it be nurtured there.
Afterwards, Ye Qiu looked at the bronze coffin on the altar and was truly shaken.
"Human nature is treacherous; I almost died and perished."
Ye Qiu muttered to himself, his gaze slowly shifting to the white python still unconscious outside the altar.
This white python's strength should not be underestimated.
If it were awake, suppressing it would inevitably involve a bloody battle.
But Ye Qiu didn't want to just slip away like that, after all, this was an excellent place to cultivate the Dao of Thunder.
With this in mind, Ye Qiu decided to kill the white python.
It took him a great deal of effort to break through the altar surrounded by thunder and reach the head of the white python.
Then, Ye Qiu swung his fist and slammed it hard into the white python's head.
Click.
A sound of bones cracking rang out, and the white python suddenly woke up.
But Ye Qiu gave the white python no chance, quickly and frantically swinging his fists, delivering twenty-eight punches in a row.
He didn't stop until the white python's head was completely smashed to pieces.
But the white python wasn't quite dead yet; its body writhed wildly and darted about.
It thrashed about for a full two minutes before finally quieting down and becoming completely dead.
Ye Qiu stepped forward again, squatted down, and pried open the white python's shattered head.
Because earlier, he seemed to have seen a glowing object inside the white python's head.
Soon, Ye Qiu took out a round, glowing object from the white python's shattered head.
This object is crystal clear, like amber, flowing with pure energy, without a trace of impurity.
"Demon essence?"
Ye Qiu muttered to himself, filled with surprise and uncertainty.
He had seen many accounts of demonic essence in movies, novels, or ancient books.
When a demon cultivates to a certain level, it can condense demonic essence.
Demonic essence is the source of its cultivation, similar to a spiritual root.
This kind of thing is not something that ordinary monsters can cultivate.
After examining the white python's demonic core for a moment, Ye Qiu swallowed it whole without much hesitation.
The demonic energy entered his abdomen and immediately transformed into a kind of energy that Ye Qiu had never felt before, circulating through his limbs, bones, and internal organs.
As this energy passed by, Ye Qiu found that his physical body and primordial spirit seemed to have undergone another baptism.
Half an hour later, the demonic energy stabilized in the spiritual sea, like a bright lamp illuminating the entire spiritual sea and enhancing Ye Qiu's spiritual power. It was as if it could instantly purify any impurities that appeared anywhere.
"The power of light?" Ye Qiu couldn't help but ask, both excited and curious. "Am I going to become a guardian of light?"
This energy has a purifying effect, something Ye Qiu had never seen before.
But Ye Qiu didn't think much of it. He climbed back onto the altar and took out the Thunder Scripture to study it.
...
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two days have passed.
When Ye Qiu opened his eyes, he found that there were many figures around the altar.
Clearly, quite a few people have discovered this place.
"Strange, there should be a lot of treasure in this tomb, but the surroundings are empty. Could the treasure be on the altar? Or in that bronze coffin?"
"Everyone, look closely. The young figure on the altar is clearly an intruder as well. He must have taken the great fortune."
"Let's wait for him to wake up. We can't let him have all the benefits."
“I agree. We must let this kid share with us. If he doesn’t agree, we won’t be able to get into the altar, and he won’t be able to get out either. Once he gets out, we’ll surround and attack him.”
"Ha, if he is unwilling to share, then he can only die."
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