LRAB Chapter 286 Frozen Resentment
Chapter 286 Frozen Resentment
"We're both soul beasts, this is the resentment we feel!"
Looking at the flying fish figure that was several stories high in front of him, Mengxuanjun couldn't help but gasp.
The flying fish exuded a strong aura of darkness. Its eyes had lost their luster, resembling two deep black holes filled with endless stillness. The black energy emanating from its body was like writhing black pythons, spreading wildly in the surrounding air, giving people a very violent and ferocious feeling.
Mengxuanjun exclaimed inwardly, "It's absolutely hideous!"
In fact, there are some special things in Mengxuanjun's inherited memories as a soul beast.
The inherited memories of soul beasts are like an ancient and mysterious encyclopedia, containing all sorts of wonderful yet obscure knowledge.
One of these things is called sacrifice, which is an extremely special and noble act. It is to completely give up everything one has, including one's life, strength, soul, and everything else, to someone one approves of.
This act is filled with a sense of heroic self-sacrifice, as if it were the final, brilliant bloom of life.
In fact, ordinary soul beasts cannot use the ability of sacrifice.
It is so mysterious and unpredictable that Mengxuanjun has searched through most of the knowledge in his inherited memories, but he is still completely baffled by its origin and still does not understand why such an ability exists.
But this thing called resentment, apart from looking a bit violent, doesn't seem to be anything special.
Mengxuan looked at Archer, whom she was holding tightly in her hand, and slowly immersed her consciousness into Archer's soul sea.
That sea of souls is like a vast and deep ocean, mysterious and tranquil.
Within Archer's sea of souls, Mengxuanjun gradually condensed a heavy chill, which seemed to have a life of its own, slowly gathering together like a cluster of stars condensed in the night sky.
As the chilling energy increased, it slowly surged from the Sea of Souls and gathered around Mengxuanjun.
The cold air seemed to have been meticulously sculpted by an invisible craftsman, transforming into clusters of crystal-clear, shimmering icicles.
"Go, use Wind Piercing Strike!" Meng Xuanjun's eyes narrowed, and he used his soul skill without hesitation.
Supported by his powerful soul force and relying on his profound understanding of soul skills, he simulated the skills that Wu Heyi had released.
The countless ice spikes resembled a group of enraged silver arrows, frantically piercing the flying fish's resentment.
Each ice spike carried a biting chill and powerful penetrating force. After piercing the flying fish, the chill seeped into its body, leaving layers of frost. These layers of frost were like a cold armor gradually covering the flying fish's body.
As endless spiritual energy surged in like a surging tide, Mengxuanjun felt as if he had mastered a powerful source of strength.
He had a flash of inspiration and directly modified the Wind Piercing Spikes, turning the original solitary ice spikes into a dense sea of ice spikes like locusts. It was like turning a series of small knives into an endless array of blades, successfully transforming it into a version with infinite ice spikes.
Before long, the flying fish's resentment was cooled by the wind and turned into a giant ice sculpture under the attack of the countless ice spikes.
The ice sculpture emitted a cold blue light, tall and magnificent, like a mysterious and solemn ice giant standing there quietly.
Then Mengxuanjun stopped and slowly poured a large amount of spiritual power into Archer's martial soul like a trickle.
With the infusion of spiritual power, Archer's soul, like a flower caressed by a spring breeze, began to undergo miraculous changes, gradually transforming into a human form.
“Now that resentment has turned into an ice sculpture, you have two choices!” Mengxuanjun gestured, his movements decisive and clear.
"Firstly, I can help you completely shatter it, but you will have to personally endure the onslaught of the violent mental energy, which I cannot help you with."
After all, to put it bluntly, a collection of resentment is just a large mass of spiritual energy, and for you to defeat it yourself is a process of refining it.
Now that I have defeated him, your process of refining this spiritual energy has become a baptism of spiritual energy!
Like a ship sailing alone in a raging storm, you must rely on your own strength to stabilize the vessel and withstand the overwhelming impact of mental forces.
"The second option is to keep him frozen until you absorb the next spirit ring and then defeat him again."
The advantage of this is that you have already become a Soul Saint, and your spiritual power is sufficient to crush him again, making it easier to absorb his power.
However, relatively speaking, the skill he ultimately develops will definitely not be as strong as the first one. It's like a ripe fruit; if picked prematurely, it can still be eaten, but it probably won't be as sweet as one picked when fully ripe.
Archer frowned slightly upon hearing this. He lowered his head in thought, as if two little people were arguing fiercely in his mind.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with determination, and made the first choice.
Then Mengxuanjun flew to the ice sculpture. He hovered gently above the ice sculpture, his hands moving rapidly in complex hand seals.
When the handprints were finally completed, he gently pressed the ice sculpture and said:
"Now that I'm gone, the moment I completely leave your body, this ice sculpture will shatter into pieces."
As long as you can absorb the fragments into your body before they melt, you can directly strengthen your own spiritual power.
It's like a race against time; you have to seize every fleeting opportunity.
If all these fragments melt, they will transform into a mental storm. At that point, you will face an even more terrifying challenge. If you can withstand this baptism, the refining process will be complete!
As he finished speaking the last word, Mengxuanjun suddenly felt as if an invisible hand was pulling him from behind, the force was very strong and urgent.
Before Mengxuan could react, she was instantly separated from Archer's body.
In just a moment, Meng Xuanjun's martial spirit returned to his body like a bird returning to its nest.
At the same time, Archer's aura exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited, and his immense spiritual power was released from his body like a flood bursting its banks, overwhelming everything in its path.
"I did my best!" Meng Xuanjun looked up at Wu Heyi, her face showing a hint of fatigue, but more so, relief.
Wu Heyi gave him an "I understand" look, his eyes filled with trust and expectation, and said, "You've already helped a lot, now it's up to fate!"
Archer once again caused all the veins on his head to bulge, each one like a tiny earthworm crawling on his face, making his entire face swell and turn red.
But as time went by, his body was like a piece of rough jade being slowly sculpted, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed without him realizing it.
The external soul bone on his back gradually merged into his body, like water slowly seeping into sand, and slowly disappeared from his back.