Evil Venerable of the Sword Dao
Chapter 422 - 071 Soul Void Transformation

Chapter 422: Chapter 071 Soul Void Transformation

This elixir, even at the realm of a saint, is an extraordinary medicine, yet Zhou Yan, upon producing it, immediately popped it into his soul’s mouth.

Ning’er watched Zhou Yan do this, her pretty face showing a hint of astonishment once again.

Zhou Yan’s action was utterly beyond her expectations; such a Holy Soul Pill was a true Holy Medicine. This medicine, which even a saint would handle with soul power to suppress the Pill’s violent soul energy, was consumed by Zhou Yan as if it were a mere bean.

Ning’er was initially worried, but she had grown somewhat numb to Zhou Yan’s defy-the-heavens feats, so her lips parted slightly, yet ultimately she said nothing.

But in her beautiful gaze, love flared more intensely—her look transitioned from slight shock to contentment, pride, and triumph.

She was proud and honored to have a man like Zhou Yan.

At the same time, she also thought of Ji Wu, the Mystic. Although she knew Ji Wu was equally terrifying, she somehow felt less worried now.

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When Zhou Yan swallowed the Holy Soul Pill, immense pressure threatened to crush his soul, but the devouring energy of the Purple Flame Void instantly connected with his soul, wooshing into it. The pill in his soul immediately reacted like cold ice on hot iron, hissing out vast amounts of energy.

This energy was pure soul energy. Zhou Yan used it to continuously repair his soul, allowing it to recover gradually.

The effects of a single Holy Soul Pill were naturally excellent.

Its soul energy was intensely, and somewhat terrifyingly, strong.

Zhou Yan constantly gathered soul energy, and within moments, his soul had mostly recovered.

Such means were unfathomable and unimaginable; spreading the word would drop jaws. But to Zhou Yan, these were mere common acts.

Then, Zhou Yan performed even more fearsome techniques, disturbing Ning’er’s previously calm heart, stirring her emotions once again.

This time, Zhou Yan employed a refining technique.

He treated his soul as an ’artifact’ to be forged.

Zhou Yan burned his soul with the fire of Purple Flame; it was a painful process, each step agony.

But Zhou Yan knew that only if his soul could withstand the mysterious Purple Flame, could he undergo a rebirth through flame Nirvana.

Therefore, Zhou Yan used the method of artifact refining, inscribing ancient arrays within his soul, treating it as an artifact.

This process was filled with endless pain, each step causing Zhou Yan to cough blood—soul blood so white and striking that it flowed all over the ground.

From the nothingness of white to that frightening milky white, as if it had taken on form.

This was the energy of the Holy Soul Pill being refined, containing soul impurities, coughed out.

At this point, each step Zhou Yan took was like experiencing thousands of lifetimes of Thunder Flame tribulations, each like a moth flying into the flame—an atmosphere not grand, yet with a momentum that shook the heavens.

Ning’er silently observed these unimaginable, once-in-an-eternity genius techniques.

Even after seeing endless talents, she was still shocked by these methods.

"Using the soul as an artifact, refining the soul with his Thunderflame Sword Body’s Thunder Flame, and Thunder Fire Soul Refining for Nirvana rebirth... This is an undying technique, it transcends the realm of divine beings! My husband... is truly a genius seen once in tens of thousands of years. He lives this life to the fullest, embodying a supreme aura.

This is the posture of a young supreme! This ought to be recorded in the annals of Tao, establishing a doctrine in the universe!"

Ning’er was genuinely touched.

If previously she still harbored worries about Zhou Yan facing Ji Wu, now she had no more concerns. In fact, she worried that Zhou Yan would defeat Ji Wu too miserably and might invoke the displeasure of the saints behind him.

Her heart pounded, leaving her nearly breathless. Given her capacity to live through two lifetimes, her perturbed heart at this moment reflected the terror of this eternal genius’s demonic capabilities!

Ning’er was shocked, but Zhou Yan paid no attention and continued refining his soul.

The efficacy of the Holy Soul Pill was sufficient for a Nine Origin Sword Saint to recover twenty percent of a soul trauma in that realm. Although only twenty percent, it was targeted at a Sword Saint of the Nine Origin Realm, and the effects on Zhou Yan, who had just transcended to the Sword Void Realm, were unbelievably against the heavens.

To use ’twenty percent’ of a soul energy of a powerhouse of the Nine Origin Sword Saint Realm to refine his own soul, if that wasn’t enough, then what would be?

Thus, the effect of this single Holy Soul Pill was entirely sufficient for Zhou Yan to complete this ritual.

His confidence and plan stemmed from seeing the Holy Soul Pill; otherwise, despite knowing the great benefits of soul Nirvana, he might not have had the opportunity to attempt it.

This was truly a path of nine deaths and one life.

Using the soul as the Artifact Soul, and his soul as the Sword Spirit and Sword Soul, Zhou Yan was engaging in an unimaginable process.

At this moment, Zhou Yan wasn’t just refining one soul, but twelve!

The Heavenly Dragon Sword Soul! White Tiger Sword Soul! Thunderhawk Sword Soul! Fierce Horse Sword Soul! Divine Monkey Sword Soul! True Turtle Sword Soul! Spirit Chicken Sword Soul! Xuan Snake Sword Soul! Burst Bear Sword Soul! Immortal Diao Sword Soul! Qi Yan Sword Soul! Golden Kite Sword Soul!

Zhou Yan refined these twelve Void Souls!

These were the Twelve Shape Intent Sword Souls, nearly identical to the original, yet fundamentally nurtured by Thunder Flame, entirely different.

Because Zhou Yan no longer possessed the Emperor Qi Sword Body, he merely used Xingyi Tao to condense the Fake Twelve Sword Souls.

This to achieve the "finishing touch" transformation, required his own original ancient essence blood—a single drop stored with Zhou Gucheng.

At this point, Zhou Yan had no idea how much time had been consumed, but while enduring the agony time seemed unbearably slow, each minute felt like a year.

Step by step, Zhou Yan refined his soul, and after creating the Fake Twelve Sword Souls with such methods, Ning’er was astounded as if witnessing a miracle.

Yet Zhou Yan had not finished, he then combined these Fake Twelve Sword Souls to form the terrifying Twelve Souls Sword, refining his own soul into the Sword Soul, transforming into the Sword Spirit.

The Fake Twelve Sword Souls merged into the Sword Spirit, materializing a giant Soul Giant Sword.

At this stage, Zhou Yan finally sighed in relief.

But it was not over yet, as Zhou Yan continued to derive from this Sword Spirit, splitting it into Twelve Sword Spirits, and of course, these Twelve Sword Spirits were still false, lacking Emperor Blood to guide them, everything was deceptive, possessing abilities but no corresponding authoritative might.

However, Zhou Yan did not care, knowing that as soon as he obtained that drop of ancient blood, he could complete this transformation, which was not difficult.

Right now, he was establishing a foundation for future transformation.

After consolidating the Twelve Sword Spirits, Zhou Yan repeated the step, allowing the Twelve Sword Spirits to converge again.

Divide and merge, merge and divide.

This is the grand trend of the world. Long separations make a union inevitable, and prolonged unions precipitate separations; these correspond to the Tao.

Having endured the painful transformation, Zhou Yan was somewhat numb.

Yet to undergo Dual Cultivation with the Holy Daughter, his soul could not be too weak, or he would become a burden to Ning’er, a drag, a stain on Ning’er!

Ning’er did not mind, but how could Zhou Yan not care?

Moreover, he aimed to be at the strongest peak of his soul for Dual Cultivation with Ning’er, which would result in a new transformation, greatly beneficial for Ning’er, and for himself as well.

This was indeed the best outcome.

With this notion in mind, Zhou Yan, after spitting out another mouthful of Soul Blood, continued to transform the Twelve Sword Spirits’ Soul Sword further into a Soul Void Body.

This completed the spiritual transformation process of the previous realm, achieving such an impact in one breath was incredibly demanding on the soul.

With a weakened soul, Zhou Yan rendered this scene, leaving Ning’er viewing him as a celestial being, inconceivable.

Such a technique, perhaps even a Supreme would not possess, could not be sufficiently described as an Eternal Genius.

In Ning’er’s tender heart, let alone the excitement and pride, she was thrilled and moved to tears to have such a ’husband’.

Of course, more so because Zhou Yan possessed such capability, she felt genuine happiness for him.

"Pff—"

Zhou Yan’s soul shook, and his physical body showed cracks again, nearly bursting as blood oozed all over.

But Zhou Yan did not care, because at this moment, the transformed Soul Void Body was finally consolidated.

The sword-like Void Realm Soul Void Body, once it appeared, had an air of a king, immensely terrifying.

Moreover, because it was a soul void body refined from Holy Soul Pill, Zhou Yan’s soul even had a trace of a Saint’s aura, invincible in might, capable of disregarding the pressure of a Saint.

This was a tremendous advantage, also a huge opportune moment, an adventure.

But Zhou Yan turned regular cultivation into a defy-heaven adventure, truly a genius!

Each step in cultivation was equivalent to an adventurously rare encounter!

This is defying heaven, an unprecedented technique, a heaven-reaching capability.

At this stage, the body unable to bear the strong soul, Zhou Yan did not mind because this was just a temporary inability to perfectly control the Soul Power that overflowed, causing the body unable to withstand. As soon as he mastered control over the soul, this issue would not occur.

Zhou Yan, with a thought, consecutively employed the techniques of Undying Rebirth and Nirvana Technique, stabilizing his physical injuries while also applying all the memories of battle and cultivation experience inherited from his master, the Saint. In just a moment, he had mastered this new Soul Void Body.

Void Realm Soul.

The true strength of the Void Realm Soul was heaven-reaching.

When it appeared above Zhou Yan’s head, concealing its aura, he then affectionately looked towards Holy Daughter Ning’er.

"Ning’er, let’s begin our Soul Dual Cultivation."

Zhou Yan revealed a gentle smile.

Ning’er, already somewhat inflamed in heart, her eyes filled with endless adoration and profound love for Zhou Yan, obediently nodded at his words, then with a thought, a cute and holy female phantom appeared above her head.