Chapter 814: Cut The Nonsense And Get Back To Work |
In the depths of the dark world, a mass of purple flames streaked forward.
At its core was Lin Moyu's soul.
His teeth were clenched tight, occasional groans of pain escaping as he raced onward.
Flames scattered from the blazing mass, leaving a long trail of fire in his wake.
Using the entire soul world as fuel, the talent flame burned fiercely.
Together, the soul world and the soul main body constituted Lin Moyu's soul.
Damage to either brought immense pain.
As more flames spilled away and the fiery trail lengthened, the agony only intensified.
Lin Moyu knew there was no turning back.
There was only one path ahead, and he had to walk it to the end.
Success was the only acceptable outcome.
Under the relentless burning of the talent flame, he felt his soul gradually weakening and his consciousness slipping away.
"Am I reaching my limit?"
The thought surfaced briefly before he crushed it.
"No. I'm nowhere near my limit."
"This is only the first talent. There are still two more waiting after this."
"The Heaven-Chosen have moved as many as ten talents. I only have three. What is this amounting to?"
Soul-echoes rose through the darkness, shattering the silence.
What Lin Moyu didn't know was that talents differed in rank.
His was a unique talent—the highest possible tier. Naturally, moving it was far more difficult than transporting ordinary talents.
With his previous peak 1st grade soul grade, moving lower-tier talents would have been effortless.
Antares had never told him this. Nor had there been any reason to.
The light of twenty-two law art stars illuminated the soul world, bathing it in silver-white radiance.
Then a streak of purple light appeared.
Sweeping in from afar, it quickly overwhelmed the glow of the law art stars, painting the entire soul world in purple.
The law art stars emitted light but no warmth, leaving the soul world cold.
The moment the purple radiance arrived, warmth spread throughout the soul world.
Soon, a cluster of purple flames emerged.
Wrapped in fire, Lin Moyu finally returned to his soul world.
The first thing he did was release the talent seed, letting it fall into the soul world.
Boom!
The cluster of purple flames erupted.
In an instant, the soul world became a sea of fire.
The law art stars trembled. The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal roared.
The entire soul world shook violently.
At that moment, a pain far greater than anything before surged over him.
Lin Moyu couldn't stop a scream from escaping his lips.
The talent flame had ignited his very soul, transforming his soul world into a blazing inferno.
Wave after wave of agony crashed over him without end. It felt like being cast into a living hell.
More than anything, he wanted to lose consciousness and escape the suffering.
Yet his mind remained unnaturally clear.
Passing out was impossible.
In the outside world, smoke rose from Lin Moyu's body, streaks of purple light occasionally leaked out.
Antares cracked open one eye and chuckled, "Brat, enjoy it."
He had known this would happen all along but hadn't bothered to warn Lin Moyu.
The torment lasted ten full minutes. Ten minutes of absolute agony.
Then, without warning, it vanished.
The pain disappeared completely.
The next instant, an indescribable wave of comfort swept through his entire being.
Bitterness gave way to sweetness. Suffering transformed into bliss.
Lin Moyu couldn't find words to describe the sensation.
Never in his life had he experienced such overwhelming comfort.
His thoughts became clearer than ever before.
It felt as though the entire world had changed.
"How can this be?"
The fire within his soul had already burned out, leaving only a cluster of talent flames flickering beside his soul main body.
The entire soul world now looked like it had been covered in a glaze, radiating a noble aura.
The burning had dramatically strengthened the soul world—at least tenfold.
Previously, it had been like a loosely woven net, allowing wind to pass through unhindered.
Now, a glass-like shell covered that net, shielding the soul.
The soul world was the outer shell of the soul.
The stronger it became, the safer the soul would be.
And it wasn't only the soul world that had become stronger. His soul itself had undergone a improvement.
The searing flames had burned away even more impurities within Lin Moyu.
His soul grade had risen once again, bringing him closer to 3rd grade.
"I never expected moving a talent would bring such benefits." Lin Moyu exhaled deeply.
The agony he had endured now seemed more than worthwhile.
Antares snorted, "The benefits are far greater than that."
At some point, Antares had returned to Lin Moyu’s soul world.
He observed the changes with clear satisfaction, "Now this is more like it. A soul world like this is finally worthy of a 3rd grade soul."
Lin Moyu asked, "Are you saying that once I move all three talents out, my soul grade will reach 3rd grade?"
Antares grunted in affirmation, "More or less."
That answer carried a high degree of certainty.
Even among True God-level powerhouses, a 3rd grade soul was far from common.
The soul was the foundation of everything.
Only a stronger soul could bear greater power.
A 2nd grade soul was the prerequisite for becoming True God-level, but it was also the limit.
To advance beyond True God-level, one's soul grade had to rise further.
To break through that boundary, a 3rd grade soul was essential.
Lin Moyu now had the opportunity to achieve a 3rd grade soul ahead of time, laying a solid foundation for the future.
The talent flame finally stabilized.
Now much closer to his soul, it felt intimately connected to him. The bond between them was impossible to sever.
"Why does it feel like my talent has become stronger?" Lin Moyu immediately sensed the difference.
Antares replied, "Because it has. The talents originally don't truly belong to you. They are only residing temporarily within your soul world."
"If you don’t move them out, they will leave you once you reach Transcendent God-level and the talent world closes."
"But now you've moved one out and branded the talent seed with your spirit imprint. From this moment on, it is truly yours."
"Do you know why they're called talent seeds?"
Lin Moyu thought for a moment, "Because they can grow?"
Antares chuckled, "Exactly. They can grow."
"Can all talents grow?" Lin Moyu asked.
"Yes. Every talent can grow. The difference lies in their potential. Some seeds become grass, while others grow into towering trees."
Talents developed alongside their owner's strength. Beginning as seeds, they would take root, sprout, and gradually mature.
Antares then revealed the method for strengthening talents.
It was surprisingly simple: use the soul to nourish them.
However, nurturing talent required a high-grade soul.
The more powerful the talent, the greater the demand.
For talents as extraordinary as Lin Moyu's, the requirement was especially strict.
Eager to begin, Lin Moyu was already considering nurturing his talent when Antares stopped him.
"Don't rush."
"You can do that after you've moved all three talents out."
"The first nourishment is the most important. It's like laying a foundation. The higher your soul grade, the better the results."
Lin Moyu immediately understood.
If moving all three talents truly elevated his soul to 3 grade, then using a 3rd grade soul for the first nourishment would be vastly superior to doing it now.
"Thank you." Lin Moyu voiced his gratitude.
Antares snorted, "Cut the nonsense and get back to work."