Based on her talent and the knowledge she had it should not be much difficult.
Her thoughts organized:
‘The three standard soul core locations… the Spirit Sea in the head, the heart in the chest, the dantian in the abdon.’
The Spirit Sea represented consciousness and will. To condense a soul core there risked collapse into a vegetable state if one failed.
The Heart Core was the most common choice. It synchronized with blood and ridians, stabilizing future growth. But a failure ant a ruptured heart and certain death.
The Dantian Core anchored raw soul power. A misstep could cripple cultivation forever, locking one at their current realm.
Most chose the heart. It was safest, most efficient., but Qian Renxue was not “most.”
Her gaze sharpened.
“For ordinary soul masters, yes. My soul power rivals Titled Douluo density, while my spiritual power already touches the Ultimate Douluo. I need a core that signifies my spiritual strength in my spirit sea.”
Tianng’s voice trembled.
“You’re… you’re going for the Spirit Sea? Right away? That’s insane!”
Electrolux’s tone remained calm, but one could hear the weight in it.
“Daring, but also… logical. For you, the Spirit Sea already surpasses mortal standards.”
Qian Renxue smirked.
“Exactly.”
She placed her palm against her chest, but her spiritual sense spread toward her brow. A faint golden gleam flickered at her glabella, where her Spirit Sea throbbed faintly with both faith and thought.
Qian Renxue sat unmoving beneath the golden radiance of the Angel Goddess statue. Her breathing slowed, her body still, but inside her world, the Spirit Sea, chaos reigned.
The bottleneck of the Spirit Abyss Realm shattered like fragile glass. A thunderous surge roared across her consciousness, her sea of spirit power boiling and swelling as though countless waves sought to devour the shore.
Her purple eyes, though closed, trembled faintly.
“Now.”
In her Spirit Sea, golden tides of faith-infused spiritual power began to spiral inward..
She was attempting Yin Yang complentary soul core, ant the complentary relationship between opposites.
Qian Renxue’s consciousness floated above her storming Spirit Sea. Her body sat unmoving beneath the statue, but within her, her purple eyes burned with clarity.
Her dream power flowed — illusions, thoughts, and faith intertwining into ribbons of silver and gold.
The golden threads of faith that had begun seeping into her Spirit Sea gathered, weaving together with the silver-gray streams of dreams and spirit. Slowly, they spiraled toward the whirlpool, rging like molten tal being cast into a divine mold.
The complentary resonance of Yin and Yang, of inner and outer, of spirit and body, began to hum faintly across her entire being.
The whirlpool compressed to a single luminous point.
At the very center of her Spirit Sea, a sphere of light blood. Her spiritual core had power infused with the coolness of dream and spirit. It had a golden colour pointing the power of faith was also used for the formation of this spiritual core.
The two halves revolved against one another like twin suns, spinning in opposite directions, yet locked in perfect balance. Yin and Yang, Illusion and dream, The first Spiritual Soul Core was born.
Looking at the soul core floating quietly within her spirit sea, Qian Renxue felt a rare surge of satisfaction.
At first, she had braced herself for resistance—she had half-expected the shadow of God Almighty’s power to interfere, to twist or even shatter the delicate process. But no such obstruction ca. The condensation of the core had been smoother than she imagined, as though her path had already been paved.
She closed her eyes, letting her senses sink into the newborn core. Its surface shimred with alternating silver and gold halos—yin and yang intertwining, dream and spirit bound into a single entity. A rhythm pulsed from it, calm yet unyielding, like a pair of celestial gears revolving in perfect balance.
“While the spiritual core is ford upon breaking through to the Spirit Domain realm,” Qian Renxue thought to herself, ‘its true aning lies beyond that. Mine Spiritual core amplifies… dreams, illusions, emotions, and the deepest strands of spirit itself.’
Then, a flicker of sothing greater touched her consciousness. A resonance, faint yet undeniable, like distant chants of countless mortals praying in unison. The power of faith seeped into her awareness from the core.
Her eyes snapped open, pupils gleaming with faint starlight. ‘This isn’t just a soul core… this feels like the preliminary form of a Divine Core.’
The realization sent a shiver down her spine—not of fear, but of exhilaration. This was no ordinary breakthrough.
“This is perfect,” she murmured aloud, her voice steady but carrying an undertone of triumph.
From within her spiritual sea, Electrolux and Tianng approached. The old necromancer’s phantom eyes glead with wisdom, while the silkworm radiated curiosity.
Tianng tilted his head, his large eyes blinking. “Did you… get new abilities?” His tone carried both excitent and nervousness, like a child expecting a gift.
Qian Renxue turned her gaze to him, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “Soul cores don’t grant new abilities. Their essence is different—they enhance potential. They function as storage and circulation nodes, collecting power and reducing loss. With them, recovery of source energy is faster, steadier. More importantly…”
She stretched her hand into the empty air, and at her will, the golden-silver core in her spirit sea trembled. The entire flow of her spiritual power shifted like rivers changing course. The surge was imnse yet astonishingly stable.
“…soul cores can be controlled,” she finished softly.
“Voluntarily, at will. No more passive waiting for recovery. From this point on… every battle I would not have to worry about the deficiency of spiritual power.”
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