Chapter 117: The Resurrection of Evil!

In the midst of this pitch-black and terrifying night, Su Yi’s voice, sharp and eerie like that of a nocturnal owl, became all the more chilling. The cruelty etched plainly on his face unfolded unabashedly into the silent air. Slowly sitting up and then standing, he waved his arm in an oddly unnatural manner. The already grim smile on his lips darkened further, exuding a deeper menace.

“Ke ke ke! It seems my compatibility with this body has increased significantly. Now, through the merging of ice and fire souls, my essence has intertwined and fused with Su Yi’s soul. Unless something unexpected happens, we are bound to life and death as one! Ke ke! From now on, unless my soul and his are destroyed together, mine shall never separate from this vessel! Either he devours me, or I consume him!”

His low, menacing declaration deepened the sinister smile on his face, tinged with a hint of pride. After all, for a soul like him who had miraculously survived calamity to enter another’s body, the last thing he wanted was to leave the body again. Once separated, he would be like a rootless weed, destined to dissipate into nothingness.

Right now, the Blood Emperor’s soul seemed entwined with Su Yi’s through some arcane secret technique. The situation was grim. As long as he did not leave the body, the Blood Emperor believed he had methods to handle Su Yi. Although he had been careless before, allowing Su Yi’s peculiar soul to regain control of the body, the discrepancy in their strength was vast—like heaven and earth apart.

With his overwhelming power and myriad mystical abilities, the Blood Emperor was confident that devouring and annihilating Su Yi’s soul was only a matter of time.

“This merging of ice and fire souls is only the first step. Next, I will slowly devour this brat’s soul, erase his consciousness, and completely dominate this body.” Thinking this, Su Yi’s expression darkened further, and he chuckled with the certainty of victory.

“However... the mysteries of the soul are profound. Even with my considerable expertise, I cannot claim to comprehend it fully. Though I have covertly made many efforts lately, the results are minimal—I still cannot freely control this body. My emergence this time was mostly due to this kid’s recent distress and unstable mind, which gave me an opening... But when he wakes tomorrow...”

His low, sinister words spilled out like a cold wind, accompanied by a terrifying and eerie expression that sent chills down the spine. Bowing his head slightly as if deep in thought, Su Yi slowly raised his right hand, fingers curling slightly. Suddenly, a fierce glow erupted from his eyes.

As the light flickered, Su Yi’s pale hand began to undergo a strange transformation. Wisps of faint black mist gradually emerged around his palm. Though faint, the black mist was starkly visible under the cool moonlight that seeped into the room.

The black mist twisted and spiraled slowly, seemingly about to form some mysterious shape, lingering in a state between condensation and dispersion.

With a cold snort, a trace of brutal emotion surfaced on Su Yi’s hardened face. The slight childishness that once lingered on his features clashed with this disturbing, unnatural expression, making it all the more eerie. “Dark Heavenly Blade!”

As his voice fell, the black mist around his palm suddenly surged. The previously faint black mist thickened as if ink had been poured in, roiling and growing darker, driven by an inexplicable force.

The black mist gathered like a guided water current, writhing and twisting until it formed a long, curved black crescent blade. In the sinister night, it exuded a haunting aura.

Gazing at the floating black blade in his hand, Su Yi recalled the fierce battle with the mysterious old man in the black robe within the soul illusion realm. He chuckled darkly, a sinister curve forming at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he clenched his right hand tightly. The black crescent blade twisted and trembled before dissipating like smoke into the still air.

“I see now...” Su Yi narrowed his eyes, cold light glinting within. “Although I have used some martial techniques before and exchanged many blows with that ancient immortal in the soul illusion realm, I now understand more clearly. When I was only a soul, my attacks could only rely on soul power. Even in the soul realm, it was not true martial energy. But now, this body can convert my soul’s power into genuine martial energy attacks in a way I don’t fully grasp yet.”

“Although I’m unsure if this phenomenon is normal or exceptional, I can say that I no longer need to worry about this brat’s martial energy rotation or whether he cultivates martial energy at all. From now on, my strength will depend solely on how powerful my soul force is. Once I restore my soul power to its former peak, my original strength will naturally return! As for how to restore the damaged soul power... ke ke ke! I have my own ways...”

Su Yi laughed darkly, already imagining a promising method. Suddenly, his soul perception surged wildly, enveloping the entire body, then slowly penetrating inward, scanning meticulously.

At the same time, he muttered in a low, hoarse voice, “Come to think of it, besides my interest in this brat’s peculiar soul, his internal martial energy rotation also piques my curiosity—it seems equally strange.”

His potent soul perception swept through Su Yi’s body with wild intensity, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon. Yet, such mighty soul power bore no risk of adverse effects, for soul energy was mysterious and distinct from martial energy.

If one’s soul force were weaker than the Blood Emperor’s, they could not detect this strange fluctuation. At this moment, no one in Changling City likely surpassed him in soul strength. Conversely, if he unleashed his martial energy aura, the entire city would surely be alarmed.

After a long sweep, the unleashed soul power finally ceased. Su Yi furrowed his brows, his cold words tinged with confusion: “Strange, there’s truly no sign of a martial energy rotation... Yet, for some reason, I have this faint feeling it still exists... Even after reaching the Dou Wang level, when martial energy disperses throughout the body, the rotation does not vanish. At the Dou Huang stage, it becomes liquid; at Dou Di, it crystallizes into ice... Only upon reaching Dou Zun does the ice crystal martial energy rotation dissipate entirely.”

He pondered coldly for a moment but drew no definite conclusion. Su Yi snorted darkly and ceased dwelling on the matter. His eyes suddenly flickered with a venomous gleam as if recalling something. A wicked smile spread across his face. “Almost forgot! Ke ke, I want to see just what kind of background that white mask truly has!”

He reached into his bosom and pulled out the storage ring and the mysterious white mask, examining both carefully.

Su Yi’s stiff, grim face twitched slightly as he picked up the storage ring. Applying a little force, a black martial energy spiraled out like a serpent, tightly coiling the ring as if subjected to immense crushing pressure. The ancient, dark ring emitted creaking sounds under the strain.

“Heh heh! Though this is a fine storage ring, it belongs to that damned immortal. Anything related to him, I must utterly erase!” Su Yi declared with venom, his face growing even more cruel, as if destroying the ring was akin to whipping the corpse of that long-dead mysterious robed elder. With the cold words, his grip intensified, and the ring’s cracking sounds grew louder until, with a sudden pop, it shattered completely.

With the storage ring’s destruction, its contents burst forth: martial techniques, a crystal box, a currency card, a bone scythe, and other items tumbled onto the floor. The most extravagant was the roughly one hundred thousand gold coins, scattering like blossoms in the wind.

Frowning, Su Yi flipped his palm. Two streaks of black mist flickered and vanished. Soon, the crystal box and the bone scythe rose as if lifted by an invisible force, landing gently in his hand.

Feeling the crystal box and bone scythe carefully, Su Yi’s expression darkened with a hint of surprise. “This material is strange. Even I cannot discern its origin or craftsmanship... Yet, vaguely, there seems to be a trace of soul energy.”

Slightly puzzled, he set these two items down and chuckled coldly. Finally, with a grim expression, Su Yi seized the mysterious white mask that had vexed him so much. Holding it, nothing special was felt at first, but an indistinct sense of fear and reverence welled up inside—a feeling he had not experienced for many years.

Even when facing foes stronger than him or when besieged by countless enemies years ago, leaving only a frail soul to escape, he had never known fear. Yet now, confronted with an ordinary mask, he shamefully felt dread and timidity.

A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. Su Yi smiled darkly and suddenly unleashed a surge of black martial energy, violently lunging at the white mask, intent on crushing it as he had the storage ring.

That ring was an extremely valuable treasure with unusual hardness, yet it shattered so easily. He refused to believe this white mask could be any tougher.

The terrifying black martial energy pressed relentlessly against the white mask, yet no change occurred. Then, at a certain moment, the mask suddenly seemed to open a slit as if triggered by an unknown switch, awakening something within. Instantly, a powerful suction force emerged, absorbing all the black martial energy in a flash.

At the same time, a small yet mighty aura burst forth from the mask, as terrifying and formidable as an ancient ferocious beast. Feeling this aura, Su Yi’s heart jolted—it was far stronger than his peak power.

His previously gloomy and sinister face suddenly changed dramatically, revealing shock and astonishment.

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