vncnus Chapter 259 Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm: Oh, a newcomer has arrived.
Chapter 259 Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm: Oh, a newcomer has arrived.
Inside the cultivation room, Huo Yuhao sat down cross-legged.
The soul-guiding arrays engraved on the surrounding walls lit up one by one, and the already rich spiritual energy in the room began to rise steadily at a speed that could be perceived by the naked eye, making the air seem to become a bit thicker.
At this moment, a giant flower was floating in front of him.
Below are dense, curtain-like vine-like roots and leaves, cascading down in layers, their color as green as the finest jade, each leaf shimmering with a warm glow in the soft light of the magic circle.
And atop those intertwined roots, a golden tulip was in full bloom.
Large flower shape Each petal appears to be cast from the purest gold, with its edges shimmering with a translucent, glass-like glow, blending wealth and elegance in one.
The air was filled with a refreshing floral fragrance, a scent that was neither too strong nor too weak, but rather delicate and lingering. Each breath felt like a breath of the purest spiritual energy being poured into one's lungs.
This is the true form of the 198,000-year-old immortal herb, the Qiluo Tulip.
Above this flower, a slightly ethereal figure floated in mid-air.
Clad in purple robes with black hair, and possessing a handsome yet cold and stern face, he was the same purple-robed man they had previously encountered at the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.
Just now, he had completed the transformation from a ferocious beast to a spirit, and his 198,000 years of cultivation had all been transformed into this solidified spirit body.
The man in purple lowered his head and gazed at the boy below who was sitting cross-legged in deep concentration.
His voice was calm and steady as he said, "Gently hold the flower's stamen in your mouth, and absorb its essence..."
He was instructing Huo Yuhao on how to absorb the medicinal power of the immortal herbs. Although the Qiluo Tulip had transformed into a spirit, the medicinal power of the original immortal herb had not dissipated, and it would greatly benefit Huo Yuhao after he absorbed it.
Huo Yuhao gently held the golden tulip in front of him with both hands, and following the purple-clad man's instructions, he leaned down slightly and gently held the flower's stamen in his lips.
In an instant, a sweet and refreshing essence gushed from the flower's heart and slid down the throat into the body.
The sensation was neither the burning nor the icy cold of ordinary medicine, but a warm current as smooth as jade and as gentle as water, as if an invisible hand was gently smoothing out the fine wrinkles of every meridian in his body.
The medicinal effects of the Qiluo Tulip are not about directly increasing combat power, but about strengthening the foundation, expanding the base, accelerating the absorption of vital energy, and reducing the difficulty of breaking through bottlenecks.
These benefits may not seem to have an immediate impact on Huo Yuhao's strength now, but in the long run, the benefits will definitely be significant.
As Huo Yuhao absorbed the medicinal power of the immortal herb, the golden radiance of the once dazzling and shimmering tulip petals faded, its color becoming warm and restrained, and the refreshing fragrance in the air also diminished somewhat.
Huo Yuhao gently placed the immortal herb aside, then looked up at the slightly illusory purple-clad figure in mid-air.
His gaze was calm and solemn as he said, "Next is the fusion of souls. Do not resist."
The man in purple nodded. He had already made preparations. From the moment he volunteered to become Huo Yuhao's soul spirit, this was the path he had chosen.
A strange energy surged from Huo Yuhao's body. The energy was neither fierce nor domineering, but it seemed to carry an irresistible force of law, slowly surging towards him like a tide and gradually merging into his illusory soul body.
He didn't sense anything unusual at first; the energy was gentle and steady.
But a moment later, the man in purple suddenly had a thought.
He clearly felt that something had suddenly appeared between him and Huo Yuhao, an indescribable connection, as if an invisible thread was gently binding their souls together.
Before he could react, a powerful force suddenly pulled him towards Huo Yuhao, transforming him into a beam of light that pierced straight into Huo Yuhao's brow.
After a brief period of blankness, his consciousness re-formed, and the man in purple opened his eyes to find himself in a completely unfamiliar space.
He looked around, and an overwhelming sense of shock gradually surfaced in his eyes.
This place seems to stretch endlessly, and in the distance, there is a pure white light.
But nearby, it's lush and green, like a green ocean.
The green was lush and vibrant, and the air was filled with a life force far more intense than that of the shores of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Lake.
He almost subconsciously took a deep breath, and the moment that breath surged into his soul body, it made his soul body, which had been slightly unstable due to the transformation of his soul, become more solid.
He had already realized that the soul ritual had been successful, and this was Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea.
Just as the man in purple was about to release his senses to explore this strange sea of spirit, a voice carrying a hint of laziness and amusement drifted into his ears without warning.
"Hey! A new person has arrived!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
The figure was round and plump, with a warm, translucent white luster all over its body, looking like a silkworm magnified many times over.
Although its body was bulky, it moved with unusual agility. Its small, gleaming eyes were scrutinizing the man in purple, filled with curiosity and a sense of superiority as someone who had been there before.
The creature that appeared at this moment was naturally the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm. It shook its round body and approached familiarly, introducing itself: "My name is Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, and I am Yuhao's soul spirit."
"Yes, I arrived a while earlier than you, so I'm considered your senior."
A hint of surprise flashed in the purple-robed man's eyes. He was first surprised that Huo Yuhao, with his talent, would choose a weak ice silkworm as his soul spirit.
What puzzled him even more was how the ice silkworm could speak.
Seemingly sensing the doubt in his eyes, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm's body swelled slightly, proudly raising its non-existent chin: "I'm no ordinary ice silkworm, I'm a million-year-old soul beast!"
The purple-clad man's pupils contracted slightly. The weight of the words "million years" was something even a ferocious beast like him, nearly two hundred thousand years old, could not ignore.
He wasn't even confident he could survive the second Heavenly Tribulation; the million-year level was something he wouldn't even dare to dream of.
But could this round, seemingly harmless silkworm actually be a million-year-old soul beast?
He doesn't believe it!
Just then, another impolite voice came from the other side, its tone filled with blatant sarcasm: "A million-year-old soul beast that hasn't even survived a single heavenly tribulation is nothing more than a product of piled-up resources. What's there to brag about?"
Before he could finish speaking, a large silver eyeball appeared in front of the man in purple.
This large eyeball is entirely silver-white, radiating an eerie and profound light.
Behind it, dozens of slender tentacles swayed slowly like seaweed, each tentacle swirling with faint spiritual fluctuations.
The man in purple recognized it at a glance as the Evil Eye. Two of the spirit rings of the Spirit Ice Douluo from ten thousand years ago were taken from this kind of spirit beast known for its spiritual power.
What appeared at this moment was naturally the Evil Eye Soul Spirit, Little Silver, who had been at odds with the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm ever since they met.
One can't stand the other's boasting, and the other can't stand the other's sharp tongue. Whenever they get together, bickering is a common occurrence.