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Chapter 545: Death Fusion! Sovereign Peak!
Chapter 545: Death Fusion! Sovereign Peak!
"Conditions? What conditions?" Charles looked at him.
Su Ping didn't hesitate for a moment:
"I know that since you were able to come here from the Eagle Kingdom using the Soul Mark, you must have a deep understanding of the situation in the Tomb of Heaven and have some control over it.
Therefore, before I enter this Death Sword, I want you to release all the other people in this so-called Soul Furnace that you mentioned, and at the same time, bring my body and the Origami Person over here."
Charles was not surprised at all, but smiled and said,
"Su Ping, after entering the Death Sword, when you fuse with the power and partial soul consciousness of the Death God, you will also be able to control these through the Death Sword and the residual power of the Death God. There's no need for me to do more."
Su Ping shook his head directly:
"No, I don't know how long the fusion process will take. If it takes too long, I'm afraid those people won't be able to bear it! I can't take this risk.
Lord Charles, if you can do it, we can continue. If not, then forget it."
Charles frowned, not because the condition was particularly troublesome:
"Su Ping, your character is too concerned about these lower-class people. Many times, you have to give up in order to gain. What's the point of worrying about the lives of these people?"
But he soon smiled,
"However, it doesn't matter. When you truly experience it and understand the power of this force, you'll realize that compared to these people, those souls that grow as fuel are like green onions, one after another.
But it's fine to let those fuels go. Your companion beast and your body do need to be preserved."
As he spoke, the flame in Charles' forehead instantly burned again.
The raging ashen flame caused the dark space to tremble.
Indeed, Su Ping's guess was correct.
If Charles truly fused with the Death God's soul as he claimed, he could indeed activate some abilities and influence the interior of the Tomb of Heaven space.
...
In the dim space.
The boundless gray mist continued to surround them.
In this eternal land of death, within the Soul Furnace, numerous figures gathered around one person.
Su Ping remained seated, his eyes hollow and lifeless.
The other Tomb of Heaven troops summoned their companion beasts, surrounding them.
Charles seemed to sense the number of living beings in this area, and in the boundless gray mist, a large number of undead appeared.
A hint of worry flashed in Li Feng's eyes, along with a sense of rigidity that he himself felt, his heart turning cold.
Even he, the pollution of his soul, had become extremely severe.
Not to mention the other people present at this moment.
Like the initial Zhu Linxin, at this time, let alone participating in helping, if not already tied up tightly, and even before, he had already let Zhu Linxin put his companion beast into the Beast Control Space, otherwise, at this moment, Zhu Linxin would have already reached the vicinity of the stele,
Becoming one of the pitch-black sword souls.
However, as time passed, this situation not only appeared on Zhu Linxin but also on some of the Tomb of Heaven troops were the same.
Their actions became sluggish, and they would occasionally glance at the pitch-black tombstone, which made Li Feng anxious.
However, what made Li Feng even more uneasy was Su Ping's departure.
They were prepared for their lives and deaths.
As members of the legion, and especially as a battalion carrying out such a terrifying task, they had long been prepared for death.
But Su Ping was different! Su Ping was not only the son of Instructor Su but also the future of the Dragon Nation, the most talented and promising beastmaster in the Dragon Nation, and even a genius favored by Lord Saint Dragon.
If such an existence were to die here, he might not be able to let go even after death.
Thinking of this, Li Feng couldn't help but glance at Su Ping's body, already feeling some regret. He truly regretted letting Su Ping leave.
In such a dangerous situation, no matter what, they should have let them try first.
But now, it was too late to say anything.
All he could do was continue to wait in this dark and silent land of death.
Wait forever.
Until the end, even he couldn't control himself and approached the dark tombstone, turning into a remnant soul and completely leaving.
Perhaps the only good news was that in this short time, a few other Tomb of Heaven members were lucky enough to find their way here through the interconnected passages that had been opened up, joining them.
As Charles spoke, a pitch-black vortex slowly materialized in the ashen mist-shrouded eerie land, catching everyone off guard. In the blink of an eye, the vortex appeared directly above Su Ping and the origami person in his arms, then vanished.
Before Li Feng and the others could react, an indescribable soul tremor surged through their minds.
The next moment, the black tombstone transformed into a massive spatial vortex, sucking in all the members of the Tomb Sky Legion and disappearing without a trace.
Ten seconds later, Li Feng and the others regained consciousness, looking around in confusion.
A towering stone monument, as tall as a small mountain, stood behind them.
In front of the monument, a small cat stared with wide eyes. After Li Feng and the others returned from their day-long absence, the cat was momentarily stunned, but soon, its orange-yellow irises locked onto them.
"Where's Su Ping?" it asked.
...
As Su Ping emerged from the spatial vortex, he first returned Qian Yi's sword soul to its body and said, "So, you can really do it?"
Charles smiled, "The Tomb of Heaven is a transformation of the Death God's death rule, a hidden realm left behind, and after merging with the Death God's soul mark, it naturally has some control! Su Ping, don't be curious. Soon, you'll be able to master this power too. I promise, come now!"
Charles stared intently at Su Ping, awaiting his next move.
He showed no signs of defense, as if he was certain of Su Ping's actions and confident that Su Ping wouldn't make any foolish decisions.
In his eyes, Su Ping had no reason to refuse.
Wasn't that right? Indeed, it seemed to be the case.
Su Ping's soul body trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on the dark sword before him.
This thing seemed always ready to devour his soul.
Nevertheless, Su Ping stepped forward.
He had never thought of becoming a creature neither human nor ghost.
However, through his conversation with Charles, Su Ping realized he might not need to be like Charles. So, under Charles' approving gaze, Su Ping's soul, guided by the ashen-white Heavenly Tomb mark or Death God mark between his eyebrows, finally reached the Death Sword.
Then, his soul, transformed into a body, merged once more with the ashen-white flames of the Death God mark, slowly seeping into the pitch-black sword body.
Su Ping's consciousness suddenly became extremely dark, as if he were a lonely boat floating on an endless death ocean, not knowing where it would lead or when it would capsize.
What he felt more deeply was a chill slowly entering his body and soul.
This chilling sensation left him unable to move, even freezing his remaining thoughts.
He could only passively feel the fusion of this power.
As this power merged, the boundless death ocean seemed less terrifying.
It was as if, with a mere thought, he could control the speed of his journey through this death ocean."
This endless death ocean no longer seemed like a terrifying force that could destroy with the slightest touch, but a sword he could wield at will.
Just like its physical form in the outside world, the Death Sword.
However, Su Ping felt no joy.
With only a sliver of consciousness left, a voice deep within his soul kept calling out for something.
This was his trump card, the reason he dared to enter the Death Sword at this moment and face the so-called Death God Reincarnation Mark.
It was also his greatest reliance, which had brought him to this point today.
The Universal Spirit Codex!
The original Heavenly Tomb mark could be directly used by the Universal Spirit Codex.
Su Ping believed that if it was possible then, it would still be possible now.
However, despite his constant calling and waiting, that familiar feeling never appeared.
Su Ping's heart gradually calmed down.
Could it be that the quality of the 'Manling Codex' was insufficient?
Initially, he was able to absorb and merge with the Heavenly Tomb Seal because it was merely a single, thin trace of a broken seal. But now, facing such a massive, or even one-fourth, of the Death God Mark's power, even the 'Manling Codex' couldn't absorb it.
Su Ping felt anxious.
He would never cooperate with Charles.
Regardless of whether Charles was telling the truth or not, why would he share such power and authority with him? Even if it were true, what difference would it make?
He would never accept becoming something neither human nor ghost.
What could the so-called Death God do? At this moment, the terrifying Death Ocean seemed to sense the resistance deep within its master's soul. The once docile ocean suddenly turned into a raging sea of waves!
Even the 'raft' beneath his feet seemed to transform into a hideous beast of death in an instant.
Together with the entire Death Ocean, they wanted to swallow Su Ping whole!
To completely make him a part of them.
Under this onslaught, Su Ping clenched his teeth.
Even though the chilling sensation and the terrifying fear of death constantly assaulted his consciousness, he remained unwavering, preserving the last bit of self-awareness deep within his soul.
At the same time, in the outside world.
Charles eagerly watched the Death Sword with anticipation.
He wasn't lying; among the four legacies of the Death God, the Soul Flame held the most knowledge about the Death God's memory and soul cultivation.
The Death Sword, on the other hand, symbolized the Death God's mastery of death power and rules.
Compared to the soul, once he grasped the power of the Death Sword, he would also experience a significant boost.
Perhaps, it could directly help him break through the Legendary Rank.
Indeed.
He was telling the truth; he wanted to share this power with Su Ping.
However, once the Death God's power is restored, how could the true core, the Soul Flame, not gain any benefits? The energy on the Death Sword, the surrounding black airflow, disappeared.
At this moment, it seemed like a pure black longsword, approximately one and a half meters long with a three-finger-wide blade.
Dark, profound.
Qian Yi, who was slowly merging his sword soul with his body, watched without blinking, and even a bit of drool trickled from the corner of his mouth.
However, at this moment, Su Ping was experiencing the greatest test and danger of his life.
The omnipresent death energy seemed to be washing over him entirely.
Consciousness, self, wisdom, everything seemed to surge under the fusion of this power.
Of course, there were also some benefits.
Without saying more, this onslaught caused his self and mental spirit to break through again, further releasing his soul's potential.
At this moment, Su Ping became a genuine Sovereign Peak.
A Beastmaster at the tenth rank of the Monarch level.
Moreover, a Beastmaster at the peak of the Monarch level after turning twenty years old.
Of course, this achievement held no meaning in his current situation.
The cold death seemed to engulf him completely.
However, at that moment, within his soul, almost entirely enveloped by the Death God Mark's power, a faint light appeared.
Just as Su Ping began to doubt whether the 'Manling Codex' was ineffective in the soul state, a ray of hopeful dawn finally emerged from the depths of his soul.
The endless cold death could no longer completely occupy Su Ping's entire soul; on the contrary, the appearance of this faint light made the death power, originating from a mythical being, showed signs of retreat.
However, seemed to retreat.
However, at this moment, this life-like Death God Mark, wanted to leave, but it wasn't that easy.
Su Ping felt like his soul had transformed into a locked iron barrel within the 'Manling Codex'.
No matter how this power surged, it couldn't escape.
And at this moment, the 'Manling Codex' finally turned a page, and in Su Ping's somewhat chaotic consciousness, a familiar feedback slowly emerged:
[Large amount of advanced primal power detected. Do you want to collect it?]
In an instant, even in his soul form, Su Ping couldn't hide the slight upturn of his mouth.
(End of Chapter)
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