Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Looking at Hu Qing and Gu Yang, who had just been gloomy but suddenly became full of fighting spirit as if they had been injected with chicken blood, Xiao Zi's little head was filled with great doubt.

Before he could ask any questions, he saw the two nod to each other, their spiritual energy surging around them with two "whoosh" sounds.

They had already transformed into two streaks of light, soaring into the sky once more without hesitation, disappearing into the thick, churning clouds halfway up the mountain in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm...humans are so strange." Little Purple scratched her head and muttered to herself.

Sleepiness washed over him again. He rubbed his drowsy eyes and let out a big yawn, so big you could almost see his little tongue.

Then, as was his habit, he stretched out his little paw and groped out a piece of meteorite iron, no bigger than a fingernail and shimmering with a cold silver light, from the pocket of the robe that the old tortoise had specially modified on his chest.

With his eyes closed and an expression of resignation to death, he threw the small fragment into his mouth, and his little face immediately contorted in pain.

The teeth clenched, producing a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache, as if chewing the hardest gravel.

The pocket on the chest of this specially made garment is actually a miniature storage space, which contains not only some of Xiao Zi's own collected "treasures".

More importantly, it contained the box of extraterrestrial meteorite fragments that the old tortoise had prepared for him, which he deeply loathed.

He dared not actually be lazy and skip eating. The old turtle had tampered with the clothes; if it detected that Little Purple hadn't "eaten" meteorite iron for a long time, it would automatically send an "alarm" to the old turtle.

At that time, no matter where the old tortoise is, it will arrive instantly at an astonishing speed, and then... that's it, a scolding with "love" is inevitable.

While chewing the meteorite with difficulty, Xiao Zi furtively turned her large golden eyes around, looking around furtively.

After confirming that the awe-inspiring figure was no longer in his line of sight, a bold idea popped into his head: find a secluded corner, and secretly take a short nap, just a little while...

The wonderful thought had just arisen, and before it could be put into action, Xiao Zi felt his body lighten—he was floating in the air.

Stiffly, slowly raising its head, what came into view was the old turtle's expressionless, even somewhat ashen, face!

The tiny, bean-sized eyes were staring coldly at him.

"!!!" Little Purple was so frightened that her scales almost stood on end. With a jolt, she quickly swallowed the meteorite iron that she hadn't fully chewed in her mouth.

Then, in a panic, she opened her mouth wide, stuck out her little tongue, and hurriedly and indistinctly proved:

"Grandpa Turtle! I'm eating! I'm digesting! Look, look! It's still in my mouth!"

He tried hard to make the old turtle see the silvery-white fragments left between its teeth.

The old tortoise let out a cold, ambiguous snort from its nose, said nothing more, and loosened its grip.

"Ouch!" Little Purple exclaimed as she was thrown into the wooden hut next to her and rolled twice on the floor before stopping.

The old tortoise stood at the door, didn't even look at him, turned around and left, leaving only a cold silence behind.

Xiao Zi, with a long face, got up from the ground, rubbed her sore bottom, and felt extremely wronged.

He couldn't understand why he had upset Grandpa Turtle when he was clearly "eating".

Can't he even think about slacking off? But he dared not speak out, and could only climb up to the simple little bed in the room, curl up into a ball, and hug his tail.

With a metallic taste in my mouth and a heavy, foreign feeling in my stomach, I gradually drifted into a restless sleep.

Outside the wooden house, the old tortoise stood quietly in the shadow cast by the eaves, its gaze seemingly piercing through space.

The focus was firmly on Hu Qing and Gu Yang, who were struggling against terrifying pressure and the golden sphere that could appear at any moment, above the sea of ​​clouds and between the mountain steps.

It sighed slowly and silently.

The original plan was to use the urgency of his impending departure as the heaviest weight to place on the shoulders of the two young people.

They were forced to unleash unprecedented potential under extreme pressure, breaking through the final barrier in one fell swoop.

This dual pressure, stemming from "loss of support" and "time urgency," often gives rise to miracles.

Unfortunately, the plan was inadvertently ruined by that innocent and naive little Zi.

The revelation of the truth greatly diminished the deliberately created sense of oppression concerning life and death.

"So be it..." the old tortoise thought to himself, the sternness in his eyes gradually replaced by a complex emotion, an emotion that contained concern, helplessness, and a trace of...pity that was not easily detected.

"After all, it's just... a child," it thought.

Despite their remarkable talent, unwavering will, and even life-or-death struggles, they are essentially young people who have been suddenly thrust into the forefront of the times.

Saving the world? Fighting against the alien demons? These burdens were already heavier than they could have imagined.

If excessive, uncompromising pressure is applied, it may backfire, prematurely bending or even crushing the still-developing spine.

Let Xiao Zi just say it out loud.

Knowing that there's still time behind it, knowing that it's not a desperate gamble, perhaps...

On the contrary, it will allow them to face the challenges ahead with a more stable and sustained mindset.

Stress doesn't necessarily have to manifest as fear and despair.

Thinking of this, the old tortoise calmed down considerably. It slowly raised one of its front paws, palm up, fingers slightly bent.

An invisible suction force emanated from his palm, drawing in the pure spiritual energy of the surrounding world, which rapidly converged, swirling, compressing, and solidifying within his palm...

In the blink of an eye, two fist-sized, golden, and faintly intricately patterned "Spirit-Sealing Golden Fiend Orbs" quietly took shape, radiating a chilling energy fluctuation.

The old tortoise held them in its paws, gently weighed them, and felt the sealing and destructive power contained within them—power that would make even a cultivator at the Dust-Severing stage change color.

Then, its seemingly cloudy, beady eyes narrowed slightly, its gaze like the most precise ruler, piercing through the clouds and mist, and firmly locking onto the vicinity of the mountaintop.

Those two tiny figures, struggling under immense pressure, were completely unaware of the "surprise" that was about to unfold.

Its claws were slightly raised back, as if in a throwing motion, poised to strike...

Meanwhile, countless miles away, in the heartland of humanity—the Central Region.

The sky here is perpetually shrouded in a layer of thick, inky clouds that seem impossible to dissolve, making the already solemn and profound Central Region even more oppressive and dark.

Only in the very center of this vast land stands a towering, majestic tower that seems to connect heaven and earth.

It still emitted a stable and gentle white light, like the only lighthouse guiding the way in the dark abyss, barely dispelling the unsettling darkness around it.

Not far from the tower, in a simple pavilion, three figures sat cross-legged in a triangular formation.

It was Xin, Elder Xia, and Li.

On the stone tea table in front of the three people were simple tea sets. The tea in the pot had long since gone cold, but it was refilled again and again, with no one paying any attention to it.

Their faces were all extremely solemn, their brows furrowed, and their gazes never left the distant tower that emitted a faint light. The air was filled with an atmosphere of extreme tension and silent anticipation, like the calm before a storm.

If someone were to approach that tower now and take a closer look, they would discover a breathtaking sight—

The tower's surface, constructed of some unknown material and which should have been as smooth as a mirror, was now covered with countless tiny "spots" as fine as mosquitoes and flies, shimmering with a pale gold or silvery-white cold light!

These "spots of light" are not static, but rather like a living galaxy, slowly swirling and flowing around the tower.

Intertwined, sometimes gathering like a tornado, sometimes dispersing like a nebula, enveloping the entire tower in a dreamlike yet chilling "sea of ​​sword energy"!

That was not a real star, but a chilling sword aura that had been condensed to the extreme and was almost tangible!

Inside the attic at the very top of the tower, the Sword God remained seated cross-legged with his eyes closed.

There was no dazzling light emanating from him, only a pure, refined, and powerful sword intent that seemed capable of severing all worldly constraints and illusions.

Like a dormant volcano awakening, it emanates continuously from within him, from the inside out!

This sword intent was so powerful yet restrained that his wide, black sleeves moved without wind, fluttering and rustling as if there were thunder and lightning surging within.

He has been sitting in seclusion here for nearly two months.

Despite the changing world, the bloody battle in the East Sea, and the disciples' training, he seemed completely unaware, his mind completely immersed in the profound and endless principles of swordsmanship.

Now, this long period of silence and accumulation seems to have finally reached a critical point.

Waves are about to rise.