After Jing Shaoyu finished introducing the four Soul Skills of the Doomsday Godslaying Spear to Yun Ming, Yun Ming fell into silence and waved his hand, signaling Jing Shaoyu to leave.
Without lingering, Jing Shaoyu bid farewell to Ya Li and returned to the Outer Academy with Na'er for their classes.
Due to the significant change in his demeanor, Gu Yue, Xu Xiaoyan, Wu Siduo, Ye Xinglan, and Mo Hentian spontaneously expressed their concern for him. This made the other boys in the class extremely envious and jealous. If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Mo was still dressed in male attire, their envy and jealousy would have been even more intense.
After the morning classes ended, the seven of them had lunch and headed straight to the headquarters of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda.
Their purpose for going to the Spirit Transfer Pagoda was simple: to enhance the lifespan of their Soul Rings. This was one of their main tasks for the semester, aside from crafting their Battle Armor.
Since all seven of them had surpassed the Soul Grandmaster realm, they could only choose to enter the Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform. The cost of the Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform was significantly higher than that of the Primary Spirit Ascension Platform. However, with Leng Yaozhu's support and the fact that none of them were short on funds, they could afford to embark on this weekly Spirit Ascension Platform journey.
Moreover, they didn't always go as a group of seven. More often than not, Jing Shaoyu would take one or two people who needed to enhance their Soul Rings' lifespan on separate trips.
Today's outing with all seven of them was a rare occurrence.
They stayed at the Spirit Transfer Pagoda until evening before returning to Shrek Academy. After a simple dinner, they each went back to their dormitories.
Dormitory 226.
Jing Shaoyu didn't engage in Dual Cultivation with Mo Hentian today because his aura was somewhat unstable. If he were to Dual Cultivate with Mo Hentian, it would undoubtedly affect her state of mind.
At this moment, he sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed, focusing on consolidating his Soul Power and realm. Under his efforts, his aura gradually became more peaceful, and his Soul Power appeared much calmer.
Jing Shaoyu felt quite comfortable, and his consciousness began to relax. However, it was in this moment of relaxation that he sensed something unusual.
Sure enough, for some reason, his consciousness had appeared in an unfamiliar space.
He immediately thought of the Goddess of Life he had encountered during his promotion to Soul King. His current situation seemed remarkably similar, and this familiarity calmed him down. He began to observe this strange space.
It was an utterly dark world. Jing Shaoyu couldn't see a single glimmer of light, nor could he see his own hands or feel his body. The overwhelming darkness surrounding him was terrifying.
Jing Shaoyu understood that this boundless darkness was the same substance as the endless gray outside the Source of Life—both had the effect of blocking perception. What he needed to do now was simple: follow his heart, follow the direction of his heart, and he would find a way out.
Thus, he calmed his mind, closed his eyes, and focused his thoughts, suppressing his distracting thoughts and easing his inner desires. Soon, a faint white thread appeared within his limited perception.
Without any hesitation, Jing Shaoyu immediately followed the thread forward. The darkness along the way was boundless, with only the thread before him providing the sole source of light. The direction the thread led to was still a pitch-black, lightless place, yet his steps were incredibly light and swift.
Last time, he met the Goddess of Life. Who would he meet this time? The God of Destruction? The God of Death? Or perhaps the God of Divine Retribution?
In any case, as long as it wasn't the God of Purity and Ice, Jing Shaoyu could accept it.
The white thread before him disappeared abruptly. Before he could even think, a ghostly purple light enveloped his eyes, and he briefly lost consciousness.
"Boom—"
Jing Shaoyu was awakened by the thunderous roars in his ears. He opened his eyes abruptly, and all he could see was a deep, somber purple. In the distance, the purple was lifeless; nearby, it was thick with the aura of death. Above was a purple sky, eerie and bewitching, and below was purple earth, bizarre and absurd.
The plants on the ground were purple, the clouds in the sky were purple, and even the dense thunderbolts flashing across the heavens were tinged with purple lightning.
This was a world of purple, filled with apocalyptic imagery—desolate, hopeless, and devoid of life.
Any living being who entered this world would undoubtedly feel oppressed, and would instinctively feel fear, disgust, and aversion.
But Jing Shaoyu felt none of these emotions. In fact, he felt a faint sense of joy. To him, this environment seemed no different from one filled with vitality. Both brought his body and soul a sense of instinctive comfort.
Jing Shaoyu wandered aimlessly across the purple earth. From time to time, purple thunderbolts filled with destructive intent would strike the purple soil, sending chunks of purple rocks flying. These rocks, like the lightning in the sky, always landed near him but never hit him directly.
He walked for an unknown amount of time, but since he couldn't perceive the passage of time, he felt no trace of impatience.
A grotesque-shaped lake appeared before him. From the lake, purple lightning continuously surged outward. The dark purple waters churned, and as the waves crashed, it seemed as though countless worlds were being destroyed and reborn, over and over again, in an endless cycle.
From this lake, Jing Shaoyu sensed an endless aura of destruction, an infinite desire for ruin, and boundless descent into death. It was as if this wasn't a lake, but a universe—the primordial chaos and obscurity.
Jing Shaoyu was utterly captivated. He had never imagined that such a lake could exist in the world, one that he couldn't even begin to describe. He pondered and pondered in his heart, but in the end, the only word that came to his lips was "destruction."
"What do you see?" a cold voice rang out beside Jing Shaoyu's ear.
"The destruction of the world," Jing Shaoyu answered instinctively, without thinking.
"And what else?" the cold voice continued.
"The extinction of life, the obliteration of order, the dissolution of laws," Jing Shaoyu added.
Only then did he snap out of it. He immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the cold voice.
It was a young man clad in a purple cloak. He had a heroic and stern appearance, looking to be in his thirties, with short, dark red hair that stood up like steel needles, each one full of vigor. His eyes were a deep red, like two dancing flames, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze directly.
The man's aura was like an unfathomable abyss, terrifying and silent, devouring any gaze that dared to probe, leaving no trace behind.
Jing Shaoyu was stunned, but the stern man was not. His eyes shot out two beams of light, piercing through everything about Jing Shaoyu, making him feel as if all his secrets were laid bare before this man.
"Alas!" the stern man suddenly sighed, "You are too weak now. You must wait a little longer."
Before Jing Shaoyu could respond, the man waved his hand with a sense of disinterest. Immediately, an overwhelming pressure surged from all directions towards Jing Shaoyu. He didn't even have the desire to ponder the meaning of the man's words, as his consciousness was completely obliterated under this terrifying pressure.
"How much longer?" the stern man murmured to himself, a hint of tenderness flickering in his deep red eyes, at a time when Jing Shaoyu could not hear.
"Ah—"
Jing Shaoyu let out a loud cry, waking up from his bed. He gasped for breath, his face filled with fear and terror. For a moment, he had truly felt like he was going to die.
That kind of terrifying pressure—he never wanted to experience it again.
"Class Monitor, what's wrong?" The bedroom door was pushed open, and Mo Hentian walked in, her face full of concern. She looked at Jing Shaoyu, who was drenched in sweat, her beautiful eyes filled with heartache.
"Nothing, just a nightmare," Jing Shaoyu forced a smile and said to Mo Hentian.
"A nightmare?" Hearing this, Mo Hentian quickly walked over, sat on Jing Shaoyu's bed, and knelt in front of him. She then wrapped her arms around his head, pressing it against her chest, and said softly, "Then I'll hold you while you sleep. That way, you won't have nightmares. When I was little, my mom used to hold me like this."
"..." Jing Shaoyu didn't respond, or perhaps he didn't have the mind to respond, because at that moment, his eyes, nose, and mouth were all blocked by a soft, fragrant, and pure mass of flesh. The pressure that had brought the fear of death now seemed insignificant under this sweet comfort.
"Ah—"
His hands unconsciously wrapped around the girl's waist, and with all his strength, he pressed the unsuspecting girl onto the bed. He held her tightly, this soft, boneless body that exuded a milky fragrance, and his mind felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
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