C581 Magical Technique
The host was a decisive person. Upon seeing Yu Yuan nod in agreement, he harbored no doubts and set things in motion without hesitation.
Whoosh!
Streams of golden lightning burst forth from Chen Qingyan's forehead, nostrils, and ears.
Each wisp of golden lightning, a fusion of spiritual energy, vitality, and remnant soul, possessed the power to soar through the skies, pierce metal, shatter stone, annihilate souls, and crush bones, tendons, and veins, with many enigmatic and mystical powers.
Even Yan Qiling, a master of space magic, doubted his ability to completely eradicate the golden lightning should it enter his body.
"Truly a divine technique," Yan Qiling remarked with awe.
In an instant, the golden lightning transformed into a bevy of beautiful, elegant women.
These vividly dressed women varied in appearance: some were slender and frail, others alluring and sensual, and some brimming with youthful vigor.
Remarkably, they bore a striking resemblance in aura and demeanor to the three women Yu Yuan had previously encountered alongside Tan Yuan and Lee Yuchan.
The host, whose real body had yet to arrive and who had only presented himself in a simple white robe, smiled casually.
Then, the radiant women, born from the golden lightning, gleefully chatted and floated towards Yu Yuan as if a host of celestial maidens were converging upon him.
"Giggles! Teehee!"
There were more than a dozen women approaching him. On closer inspection, he realized that each one possessed the essence of flesh and blood, the ripples of spiritual energy, and the undulations of a remnant soul.
Flesh, spiritual energy, and remnant soul are the three fundamental elements of a living being, the quintessential markers of life.
As they drew near, Yu Yuan could even detect the faint fragrance wafting from them!
Whether through mental perception or the Blood Altar within the Profound Gate's little world, it was clear that they were no mere illusions!
They were beings of flesh and blood, intelligence, and soulful thought, as real and alive as he was!
Suddenly, Yu Yuan's mind became foggy, and he began to question what he was seeing.
He pondered whether the women had transformed from the golden lightning or if the golden lightning had materialized into them.
Which was the original form—lightning or woman?
As Yu Yuan's thoughts swirled in confusion, the Blood Altar, nestled within his vitality's little world, suddenly pulsed with a powerful surge.
Centered around Yu Yuan, a sudden force emerged, targeting vitality with a magnetic pull!
Swoosh!
A bevy of girls encircled Yu Yuan, chattering and laughing among themselves, each addressing Yu Yuan in their own tongue, when suddenly their forms twisted and blurred.
In the next moment, streams of golden blood light were violently stripped from their bodies!
These strands of golden blood light, teeming with the essence of highly refined vitality, were more potent than the entirety of a fourth-level Fellbeast's vitality!
"Fortunately, I didn't apply this technique to you."
The white robe floating nearby was evidently taken aback, likely startled by the anomaly within Yu Yuan's body. "Had I used this technique to bind you, it would have been a futile effort, like throwing meat buns to a dog—gone without return."
No sooner had he spoken than the Blood Altar within Yu Yuan's body began to draw in the strands of golden blood light, which then instantly zipped back into the robe!
Following a resounding pop, the more than a dozen vibrant and alluring women vanished into thin air.
Their spiritual energy spent, clusters of remnant soul particles, just like the golden blood light, faded into the white robe, leaving no trace behind.
"Wonderful! To use one's own spiritual energy, vitality, and remnant soul to create living creatures," Yan Qiling exclaimed, clapping his hands in praise. "The ability to wield such a technique, convincing those women that they are each a unique and complete intelligent life, is truly admirable. Such finesse in controlling vitality and remnant souls is something I deeply respect."
Near the small hill, Tan Yuan, Zhao Jie, Zhang Miao, Shen Feiqing, Du Jing, and the enigmatic woman in the hovering carriage were all taken aback.
The master's display of this extraordinary technique was indeed awe-inspiring. Upon reflection, they realized the true extent of his prowess.
The spiritual energy, vitality, and remnant souls he had separated from himself were transformed into numerous women through his meticulous manipulation.
These women were not mere puppets; they were animated and full of life, still engaging in conversation and playfully flirting with Yu Yuan, each expressing their own likes and dislikes.
Recalling the three brightly dressed women outside the mist, their expressions and mannerisms, Zhang Miao, the prodigy of the Nightbane Sect, felt a shiver of fear.
She had always believed that the three women who had led them were genuine living beings, cultivators just like herself, and she could even faintly sense their levels of cultivation.
Like her, the Lunar Spirit concealed its power, carefully restraining its Soul Power. It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Miao realized the three women were mere fabrications of the master's making.
These women could be seen as an extension of the master—a minuscule avatar composed of vitality, spiritual energy, and remnant soul.
These tiny avatars, the three Lunar Spirits, made Zhang Miao wonder about the master's level of cultivation and strength.
She even began to doubt whether Lee Yuchan, who stood among them, was real or just another illusion crafted by the master to deceive them.
"There's always a higher mountain," Zhang Miao whispered to herself.
"Yu Yuan!"
Chen Qingyan, having shed her restraints, approached swiftly.
Standing before Yu Yuan, her smile was radiant, and her impeccable beauty seemed like the Creator's finest work of art.
She appeared unfazed by recent events and asked with genuine curiosity, "How did you manage to advance so quickly?"
Yu Yuan, who prided himself on having seen countless stunning women in his past and present lives, couldn't help but acknowledge that Chen Qingyan's beauty and poise were unparalleled. Merely gazing upon her brought a sense of delight and tranquility.
Chen Qingyan's enchanting presence felt almost too ethereal for the real world, as if she belonged in the fanciful dreams of youth.
"I have a rare talent, far surpassing yours, and I've worked harder too. Naturally, my progression is swift," Yu Yuan said unabashedly. "Well, since I've made a promise, I'm off to the Sword Prison."
"You say that, but you're not leaving without me," Chen Qingyan said with a playful twinkle in her eyes, embodying innocence. "After all, the Sword Prison is under the watch of our Sword Sect."
She looked up abruptly at the white robe, "Once I'm inside, I'll wipe out everyone there!"
"If you have the skill, be my guest," the master responded.
Yu Yuan inhaled deeply, turning his gaze to Yan Qiling.
"I'd love to take you and Chenchen out of this place, to escape this space and leave with you," Yan Qiling said with a sense of resignation, spreading his hands. "But I can't do it."
Above the Sword Prison, another elder, equally versed in the mysteries of space magic, flashed a toothy grin at him.
This realm was filled with peculiarities, and if Yan Qiling truly intended to leave with Yu Yuan and Chen Qingyan, all he had to do was harness the strange power from the void, which would result in his utter destruction.
Yan Qiling might not even be able to escape on his own, let alone with two others in tow. Attempting such a feat was tantamount to seeking his own demise.
"Mr. Yan, once Yu Yuan enters the Sword Prison, please look after the space that has been pierced by the sword's will," the owner of the soul fragment, concealed within the white robe, said with a slight smile. "After we collaborate, you will come to understand me. I assure you, you won't be disappointed."
"I chose you, Mr. Yan, because I'm aware that you hail from the Moonfall Sanctuary. Both the Moonfall Sanctuary and the Sword Prison, one extraterrestrial and the other within the Everlands, share the same essence."
"You, Yu Yuan, and I are destined to be allies eventually. Any current misunderstandings between us are just that—temporary misunderstandings."
"I'll handle it," Yan Qiling responded.
"That will suffice." The soul fragment's owner seemed unhurried. With those words left hanging, he ceased further conversation, waiting for Yu Yuan and Chen Qingyan to make their preparations for the Sword Prison.
In contrast, Tan Yuan, Shen Feiqing, Du Jing, and Zhao Jie were visibly impatient, urging Yu Yuan to proceed with haste.
"Let's hope he doesn't meet his end in there."
Yu Yuan extended his hand to Chen Qingyan, flashing a bright, sun-like smile that revealed his gleaming white teeth.
Armed with the sword sheath and imbued with the sword spirit, he was the key to entering the Sword Prison.
Chen Qingyan, a practitioner of swordsmanship from the Sword Sect, required his guidance to safely enter the Sword Prison. She needed to take his hand for the journey ahead.
