Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 644 Soaring Through the Heavens, Reaching the Realm of the Witch King! (Two Chapters Combined)

Boom!

At this moment, the Dark Sea suddenly became turbulent, then surged, and finally reached the level of a mental storm.

The little soul figure stood in the storm, yet remained completely unmoved.

He had already firmly planted his foot, and with a leap, his entire soul body stepped onto the fourth divine step.

In an instant, all the previous resistance vanished, and the sense of bottleneck restriction disappeared!
Song Changming was overjoyed, knowing full well that he had finally broken through to another major realm of his soul by taking advantage of this opportunity.

In the Nether Sea, the little divine soul was already radiant with energy. As it burst forth with divine light, it illuminated the entire Nether Sea, making it bright and colorful.

On Song Changming's physical body, the same divine light appeared, drawing forth a myriad of rays of light!
Yuan San watched this scene from afar, a hint of reminiscence resurfacing in his usually calm eyes.

"A fourth-tier Divine Soul of a Witch God is already at the Witch King level."

In just over a hundred years, Song Changming has been able to cultivate the Witch God Soul to such a level, which is rare even among the Witch Clan back then.

And he finally had a chance to break free.
A gust of divine wind blew by, and a tiny divine soul flew out from Song Changming's forehead and appeared before Yuan San.

The little figure is a miniature version of Song Changming, condensed as if it were a real person.

He smiled at Yuan San, then turned back to look at his own body, which was sitting cross-legged, and carefully examined this body that had been tempered and refined over thousands of years from a third-person perspective.

Then, with a thought, the little man soared into the sky and arrived high above.

Despite the hail and the cold wind, the soul power of the little soul figure was not weakened in the slightest.

He looked down and could no longer see his physical body, yet his soul felt no discomfort at such a distance.

This feeling is as if even if he were to completely lose his physical body one day, he would still be able to exist in the world as a soul!

No longer a rootless duckweed, roaming freely in the world, with no more ties!
And this is his fourth-tier Witch God Soul!

He was confident that with the current strength of his Witch God Soul, it wouldn't be so easy for the Star Devouring Dragon to drag him into the seal that day.

With that thought, the little soul flew a thousand miles away in a single thought!

Another flash, and the distance of ten thousand miles shrank infinitely, arriving in the blink of an eye!
In just a few breaths, his divine soul figure left Frost Province and arrived in Dark Province!
This is a speed that cannot be estimated using common sense.

To outsiders, it may appear as flight, but it is more like a spatial teleportation.

Without the constraints of a physical body, Song Changming's ethereal soul figure indeed seemed to move without spatial resistance, leaving only the pure energy progression of soul power.

While he is not as fast as light, he is constantly approaching the speed of energy transfer of light!

As darkness fell over the dark land, his spirit, like a shooting star, streaked across the black curtain and descended upon it.

Although this place is ruled by humans, and there is a Dark King who governs this province, there are still very few humans who live here permanently.

After all, the instincts ingrained in the human race make them yearn for light and dislike the dark environment of Dark Continent.

If it weren't for the abundance of rare local "specialty" resources in Dark Continent, even fewer humans would be willing to come here to develop and build.

The place where Song Changming was located was a no-man's land.

Only a few ghosts smelled the pure soul power and approached Song Changming's soul figure.

They instinctively realized that if they could take a bite out of Song Changming's soul, it would be of immense benefit to them.

Unfortunately, this greed proved fatal.

Song Changming didn't even bother with these ghosts and wandering spirits. He only released a little soul power to form a shockwave, which was enough to crush these approaching ghosts and wandering spirits.

They coveted Song Changming's soul body, but ended up contributing their soul power from so many years of cultivation.

With a single open of his mouth, Song Changming's ethereal soul swallowed the soul power of these wandering ghosts and spirits.

Then, by activating the Witch Clan's Heaven-Raising Divine Technique, it was refined in an instant.

This is also one of the abilities he mastered after his Witch God Soul reached the fourth level.

His sorcery techniques allow him to absorb all kinds of energy to strengthen his physical body.

His Heaven-Raising Divine Technique now has a similar effect; refining this soul power is a nourishment for his Witch God Soul.

This kind of cultivation technique also provides him with another way to improve his Witch God Soul cultivation, which is definitely a good thing.

However, among these wandering ghosts and spirits drifting in the Dark Continent, very few possess pure soul power.

Most of them are filled with hostility and resentment, which are of no use to him.

Therefore, the ordinary refinement of some wandering souls and ghosts would only provide limited help to his current Witch God Soul.

Unless he can refine tens of thousands of wandering ghosts in one go, the soul power he gains will not be considerable.

He did not linger in Anzhou. With a thought, he quickly returned to Shuangzhou and found his physical body, which was still sitting cross-legged.

Although his sorcerer's spirit is no longer restricted by his physical body, he can roam freely between heaven and earth.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't need this physical body anymore.

The combination of soul and body—that's his strongest form!
With his soul returning to its place, Song Changming, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.

The divine light in his eyes was like the radiant light that burst forth when a star is extinguished, making the world seem to dim instantly.

All the light in the world pales in comparison to Song Changming's eyes!

One step, one heaven!

His Witch God Soul is so powerful that it can influence the surrounding environment even without his awareness.

He wondered if, if he continued to grow stronger, his divine sense might be able to influence the entire world and the heavens!

He wants the sun to set, and the sun will set; he wants the moon to rise, and the moon will rise.

When that time comes, who can say he is not a god?
A smile appeared on Song Changming's face. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The divine light that had appeared earlier had completely disappeared, and his eyes had returned to normal.

"Congratulations, Master! Your divine soul has reached the level of the Witch King!" Yuan San said respectfully.

"It can be considered a blessing in disguise." Song Changming smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, an infinite power capable of moving heaven and earth gathered in his palm.

After a moment's thought, the black box appeared on the ice, and he then pressed his palm against it.

boom!
The ice surface cracked open for miles in an instant, and continued to extend downwards until the black box finally fell to a depth of two thousand meters below the ice!
Song Changming had already experienced the hardness of the ice surface before.

In the past, he used every means at his disposal, but even with a full-force attack, he could only break through the ice to a depth of no more than a thousand meters.

Now, he can break through two thousand meters of ice with just his physical strength, which is much more impressive than before.

This was not due to a significant increase in his physical strength, but rather a result of the advancement of his Witch God Soul.

The Witch God Soul and the Witch God Body complement each other. To maximize the power of the Witch God Body, the Witch God Soul needs to be activated.

Previously, he already possessed a physical body approaching the strength of a Witch King, but lacked the matching Witch God Soul realm, thus preventing him from fully unleashing his physical power. Now, with his Witch God Soul reaching the fourth rank, his power flows freely without any obstacles.

A punch can unleash ten or even twelve times the force!
When Song Changming dug out the black box, he saw that there was a very obvious fist-shaped dent on the surface of the black box, and it was still emitting hot smoke when it was dug out from under the ice.

Song Changming reached out his finger to touch the remaining traces of the fist mark.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find even the slightest crack on the surface of the black box.

This means that even with the assistance of a fourth-tier witch god soul, his current physical strength, even if he unleashed all his power, would still likely be insufficient to break through it.

So, to confirm his suspicions, he punched the black box a few more times, but as expected, he couldn't break it open.

"It's tricky, really tricky," Song Changming said, shaking his head. This matter needs to be delayed any longer.

However, brute force cannot overcome this obstacle, and he can now study the Witch King's Seal on it.

He even has the potential to refine the Witch King's seal onto his own body, given that he possesses a fourth-tier Witch God Soul!
"Tian Du Feng Zhao Yin"

Without hesitation, Song Changming made the Witch God Soul in the Nether Sea emerge again, hovering above the black box, and carefully studying the Witch King Seal.

Yuan San, standing to the side, was truly at a loss for words.

Even ordinary people, including members of the witch clan, would not be able to grasp the witch seals they see so easily.

Without the corresponding inheritance and refining methods, how could one possibly grasp and possess such a powerful worldly force simply by glancing at it?

Even witches with a fourth-order witch god soul are no exception!
However, just because the Wu tribe cannot do something does not mean that Song Changming cannot do it either.

Song Changming was not a member of the Wu tribe; he was a pure-blooded modern human.

The reason he was able to master and possess the Wu clan's heritage was solely due to his panel abilities.

And this time is no exception.

Even if he didn't have the method to refine this Witch King's Seal,
【Heavenly Capital Wind Whistle Seal (Witch King Seal) (0/100)】

After some research, a new item about the Witch King's Seal appeared on his panel, along with the familiar experience bar.

For him, as long as he can gain experience, nothing else matters.

"It's done!" Looking at the new item on the panel, Song Changming breathed a sigh of relief, his smile widening.

Previously, he had actually tried many times to input the Witch King's Seal into the panel.

However, the panel has remained silent on this matter.

At that time, he had a deduction: he felt that his Witch God Soul did not meet the hard requirements for refining the Witch King Seal, or that his physical body was not strong enough to bear the Witch King Seal, so the panel did not react.

Now, with his Witch God Soul cultivated to the fourth level of the Divine Realm, everything is as he expected, and the panel has finally recorded the Witch King Seal.

Next, he only needs to fill the remaining experience bar, and he will definitely be able to successfully refine this Witch King Seal, even if he doesn't understand the method of refinement!

"I've been in seclusion here for over a year, it's time to go back and take a look." Song Changming still remembered that he had promised King Yun something, and he just hoped that it hadn't been delayed because of his breakthrough to the Witch God Soul.

Before this, he hadn't expected that this breakthrough in the Witch God Soul would take a whole year.

The reason he chose to go into seclusion in this extremely cold place was because the witchcraft technique that operated within his body could refine the icy energy here.

Even when he was breaking through to the Witch God Soul, he could strengthen his physical body and increase his strength every moment.

Sure enough, a year has passed, and his physical strength has increased by almost another dragon's strength without him even realizing it.

Over time, this accumulation of small amounts can become quite substantial.

On the other side, in Yunzhou, outside the capital.

High in the sky, amidst the swirling clouds, innate energy and the power of grandmasters clashed fiercely.

One after another, eminent figures and powerful individuals stood atop the clouds, watching the battles unfold among them.

"In the 100-year-old group, on the Upper Li Road, the Jiang family of the Longevity Clan, Jiang Jing and the Song family of the Green Cypress Road, Song Yiyan played against each other, and Song Yiyan won!"

An official announced the results of a match in a drawn-out voice, drawing considerable attention.

Song Yiyan, a young lady, held a long sword with a green blade in her hand, stood on a cloud, raised her head, raised her eyebrows, and looked arrogant and proud, displaying a heroic and spirited demeanor.

"Hiss, as expected of someone from the Song family. Even the most outstanding talents of the Jiang family this generation are no match for this little girl." A martial arts master who came to watch the battle from Shangli Road couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"This girl is said to have a close relationship with our Martial Emperor. With such a profound background, even if Jiang Jing possesses the blood of immortality, he cannot compare," another old master from a prestigious family said, shaking his head.

"really."

High above, Jiang Jing watched the sword fly out of his hand, took a deep breath, and admitted defeat.

"Miss Song is truly skilled. I am completely convinced of my defeat."

“You’re not bad either. Among my peers, besides Gu Qingfeng, you’re the only one who can rival me in swordsmanship,” Song Yiyan said with a smile.

"..." Jiang Jing retreated silently, walked to several elders of the Jiang family, and lowered his head.

"Father, Uncle, I have disappointed you by not being able to attend the martial arts competition before the Emperor."

Jiang Zhuang stroked his beard and shook his head, "You have done your best. This time, you have lost to this girl from the Song family. The clan will not say anything."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Losing to Song Yiyan is not a shameful thing, after all, the one who guided Song Yiyan in cultivation was the strongest Martial Emperor of the human race.

It can be said that among the younger generation in the world, no one has a stronger backing than Song Yiyan.

"It's a pity that Song Yiyan took one of the two spots in the centenarian group. As for the other one, Gu Qingfeng, if he could have faced him, the outcome might have been different," Jiang Jing murmured, reflecting his own thoughts.

Jiang He, standing to the side, shook his head and said bluntly, "Xiao Jing, if you can further refine our family's ancient sword technique, you might have a better chance of winning. Otherwise, you will still lose more often than you win against Gu Qingfeng."

“Uncle, that Gu Qingfeng appeared out of nowhere, with no background whatsoever. How could I be inferior to him?” Jiang Jing said somewhat unconvinced upon hearing this.

He couldn't compare to Song Yiyan, so how could he possibly win more often than he lost against Gu Qingfeng, who had no connections?

He was, after all, the most talented martial artist of his generation in the family, and he still had his pride.

He then looked at his elderly father.

However, Jiang Zhuang also said, "Although we don't know Gu Qingfeng's background, his ancient martial arts swordsmanship is truly amazing. He has already shown signs of mastery. Jing'er, your uncle is right."

Your cultivation level is equal to theirs, but you lose because of your swordsmanship.

"Great Completion Realm! How is this possible?" Jiang Jing stared in disbelief, but he knew that his serious old father would not joke with him.

The pride in his heart was completely suppressed.

(End of this chapter)