At the edge of the forest outside Bright Capital, where the Dark Dragon's power had left the land in ruins, Wang Qiuer stood motionless, her eyes fixed on the distant underground chambers hidden beneath countless layers of formations.
Her fingernails dug into her palms as anxiety filled her pinkish-blue eyes.
"Di Tian... is there really nothing even you can do to help him?" she asked urgently.
Di Tian stood at the edge of the cliff with his hands clasped behind his back, his golden vertical pupils observing the subtle distortions in space caused by the turbulent energy.
After a long silence, he slowly shook his head. For the first time, a hint of helplessness appeared on his usually indifferent face.
"If it were merely a conflict between two soul cores, I might be able to guide him with my own experience and force the balance back into place." His voice was low and heavy.
"But this time... even I am powerless."
"I only succeeded in refining dual soul cores after hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation. The path beyond that is uncharted territory—a realm neither human Spirit Masters nor I have ever reached."
"I truly don't know how to help him."
Wang Qiuer's breathing faltered.
"So... this time, he really has to rely entirely on himself?"
"Yes."
Di Tian turned to look at her pale face, his tone softening slightly.
"It may sound like nothing short of suicide, and the danger is beyond imagination."
"But this human is the most extraordinary and unpredictable being I have ever encountered."
"If he has chosen to attempt a third soul core now, then perhaps he truly has grasped that sliver of hope."
"Believe in him."
"Believe that he can create history amid destruction."
With that, Di Tian raised a hand and tore open space itself.
A flash of black light swallowed his figure, and he disappeared into the spatial rift.
Wang Qiuer remained alone on the cliff.
The fierce wind scattered her hair, yet she never looked away from the direction of Bright Capital.
She simply stood there in silence, waiting.
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Time continued to pass.
One month.
Then another.
Soon, three more months slipped by.
The Gravity Chamber where Liu Yuan remained in seclusion stayed completely sealed.
As time passed, the terrifying energy fluctuations that had once been confined beneath the Duke's Mansion gradually spread throughout Bright Capital.
The oppressive aura, which had lingered for months, eventually drew the attention of everyone in the Duke's Mansion, as well as the highest officials of the Sun Moon Empire.
Jing Hongchen visited the mansion several times.
Each visit ended with him staring solemnly at the seemingly bottomless underground passage.
Even Tang Ya and Xu Tianzhen, who were usually closest to Liu Yuan, could no longer hide their unease.
"He's been down there for almost half a year..."
Standing in the garden, Tang Ya absentmindedly watched the Blue Silver Grass in her hands droop toward the ground.
Deep underground, she could clearly sense the collision of Laws.
Not only had it not weakened...
It had grown increasingly violent, occasionally causing faint tremors throughout the mansion.
Xu Tianzhen sat quietly on a nearby stone bench.
Her usual cheerful personality had completely disappeared.
"Even the Snow Empress can't enter..."
"None of us can help."
"But... he's only Rank 90."
"Why would he try to refine three soul cores?"
No matter how worried they were, no one possessed the strength to even approach the entrance to the Gravity Chamber.
All they could do was silently pray...
Pray that the overwhelming power wouldn't consume Liu Yuan before he succeeded.
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Finally...
On the last day of the fourth month of seclusion...
Everything changed.
From deep beneath Bright Capital came a single, crisp cracking sound.
It wasn't loud.
Yet everyone heard it directly within their souls, as though an unbreakable shackle had suddenly snapped.
The next instant—
The sky above Bright Capital darkened without warning.
An emerald-green pillar of light burst through the Duke's Mansion and pierced straight into the heavens.
Azure waves and crimson lightning spiraled around the pillar as it ascended.
The previously clear sky was instantly swallowed by dark clouds.
At the center of those clouds...
Three enormous energy vortexes revolved wildly in a perfect triangular formation.
Boom—!
A massive shockwave of condensed energy erupted from the Duke's Mansion and swept across every corner of Bright Capital.
The entire city trembled violently.
Countless soul tool energy detectors instantly overloaded and burned out.
High above the Duke's Mansion...
A lone figure slowly rose into the sky.
It was Liu Yuan.
The dark crimson blood crystals that had once covered his body were gone.
In their place was skin that seemed almost crystal-like, radiating an extraordinary brilliance.
At his lower abdomen, space itself had collapsed inward.
Three tiny energy sources, each no larger than a fingernail yet possessing the weight of mountains, floated there.
Emerald green.
Azure blue.
Void black.
The three soul cores formed an incomparably mysterious three-dimensional structure, rotating in perfect harmony.
With every revolution, all the world's spirit power within a hundred-mile radius was forcibly drawn toward him, compressed to its limit, and absorbed into his body.
The sheer pressure of that aura caused every Spirit Master throughout Bright Capital to instinctively tremble.
It was suppression born from the difference between higher and lower lifeforms.
An overwhelming superiority that could not be resisted.
Liu Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
Within them remained no trace of unnecessary emotion.
Only a calm, detached gaze that seemed capable of seeing through the Laws governing the world.
He quietly felt the vast ocean of spirit power flowing through his body.
Although his cultivation had only just reached Rank 90, and he had yet to obtain his ninth soul ring, meaning he was not yet a true Titled Douluo...
The existence of his three soul cores, combined with the fusion of otherworldly Laws, had elevated his spirit power to an entirely new level.
It had undergone a complete qualitative transformation.
Even against a Rank 99 Limit Douluo...
Whether in the purity of spirit power or the depth of his understanding of the Laws...
They no longer possessed the qualifications to stand against him.
Liu Yuan slowly raised one hand.
The three soul cores resonated in unison, producing a faint, harmonious hum.
"Three soul cores..."
"I've finally succeeded."
His voice was calm.
Yet it echoed throughout the entire Duke's Mansion.
At that very moment...
After sensing the terrifying aura erupting from Liu Yuan's body, countless Spirit Masters across Bright Capital rushed toward the source.
When they saw him floating high above the mansion...
And personally felt the overwhelming pressure radiating from him...
The shock on their faces became even more profound.
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