Chapter 246: Quenching the Po

"Damn it!" Sensing the bloodline acting up, Yuan Xia stomped her foot in frustration, her brows tightly knit. Under Yang Tian's stunned gaze, the person before him vanished directly.

"This woman... what's going on?" Scratching his head, Yang Tian looked at Yuan Xia's disappearing back, his bewilderment deepening.

"Xiao Tian, who is this woman?" Yang Ba, who had been left aside for a while, revealed a sly grin and asked.

"She's the woman who helped me in the Fallen Demon Land." Still not recovered from his shock, Yang Tian walked aimlessly forward. Though he hadn't known Yuan Xia long, he felt grateful to this proud woman.

"Wow, so it's her." Yang Ba looked eager to get the full story—someone who would use a Substitute Puppet to help Yang Tian must have an extraordinary relationship... He kept pressing, giving Yang Tian a headache.

Back at the inn, Yang Tian didn't disturb anyone. He entered his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and slowly closed his eyes.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring, Yang Tian approached the Black Demon, rubbing his fingers slightly, a gleam of heat in his eyes. This Black Demon Sword could draw on void power, its offensive power extremely terrifying—a great killing weapon!

Take the mysterious great bell from earlier, for instance. Though its might was fearsome, it hadn't reached the grade of a Celestial Artifact; it was a fearsome Dao Artifact, but its power was still overwhelming.

Without strength, even the most powerful artifact is like scrap metal, just like the Divine Dragon Soul-Calming Jade in Yang Tian's sea of consciousness—a divine object for guarding the soul, but he hadn't yet met the requirements to claim it.

"This should be Netherworld Soul Grass..." In Yang Tian's palm was a half-zhang tall spiritual herb, pitch-black all over, with glossy spots on its leaves, flowing with a thousand auspicious lights, emitting a vast soul force.

This kind of spiritual herb generally grows in places of extreme yin and is extremely rare in the outside world. Yang Tian hadn't expected to exchange a dozen or so top-grade blood stones for so many treasures.

"I need to retrieve those top-grade blood stones from the Fallen Demon Land soon..." Yang Tian murmured. As his cultivation deepened, the consumption of top-grade blood stones would become extremely terrifying.

After a while, Yang Tian planted the soul spiritual herb in the nearby medicinal field to prevent its potency from dissipating. With his current strength, refining the soul spiritual herb would take a lot of time.

Now, in Yang Tian's palm was a pale golden pill, perfectly round, containing a vast medicinal power. The pill emitted wisps of medicinal fragrance that stirred waves deep in Yang Tian's soul, and the pill patterns imprinted on it were also profound.

"Using this pill plus a Netherworld Soul Grass—the guy must have been kicked in the head by a donkey." Scratching his head, Yang Tian's mouth nearly split to his ears.

This Soul-Refining Pill was already a treasure. The cultivation of the human soul does not deepen with the deepening of cultivation; soul cultivation is extremely difficult in the cultivation world, mainly due to the lack of techniques.

Thus, many alchemists from small families seek to join superpowers, all for soul cultivation techniques and powerful flame control arts.

But what he didn't know was that in the rooms around him, a blood stone snatching incident was unfolding. The wealthy Wan Teng had been blasted who knows where.

At this moment, Yang Tian's mind focused, his spirit sinking into his sea of consciousness. His soul body sat cross-legged in the soul space, dignified and solemn.

After a moment of stillness, Yang Tian swallowed the Soul-Refining Pill. In an instant, an extremely terrifying soul force surged like a tide into his sea of consciousness, flooding it with overwhelming medicinal power.

The soul body's eyes opened, its gaze falling on the turbulent soul energy around. The soul body's hands instantly formed seals, and several pitch-black chains appeared in the void.

The chains spanned the void, rooting into the ocean of soul energy. A massive suction stirred, shaking the ocean of condensed soul energy, and a huge vortex appeared in the sea of consciousness.

Vast soul energy surged, converging wildly onto Yang Tian's soul body. Under this rich and pure medicinal power, his soul body grew taller, and the inner soul energy gradually thickened.

Yang Tian's whole body rolled with black energy. The terrifying medicinal power washed over his soul body again and again, making it more crystalline and transparent, its inner source power strengthening.

The ocean-like medicinal power shrank. Yang Tian was immersed in cultivation, unaware that outside, chaos had erupted.

The old sect master of the Dan Valley had returned, but he was injured. He had encountered a terrifying siege and would have been left there forever if not for a life-saving great technique.

The old patriarch's injury enraged the Dan Sect. The old monsters in the valley emerged from seclusion, vowing to kill the culprit. The entire Dan City felt an ominous atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing.

Whether demons had emerged was still unclear. The Dan Valley had participated in the Demon-Sealing Array in ancient times, and the demon race bore a grudge against them. If those people were truly demons, the Dan Valley's situation would be very dire.

Two days passed. Yang Tian remained immersed in cultivation, the leaking soul force slowly shrinking. The medicinal power in his sea of consciousness had mostly dissipated.

Now, Yang Tian's soul body had grown half a cun taller, full and plump, with a ruddy complexion. Its source power was terrifyingly strong, causing even the surrounding void to ripple.

After several more hours, Yang Tian's soul body suddenly fluctuated. The soul force that had been suppressed for a long time now rolled like a tide, reaching its limit.

"The limit." At this moment, Yang Tian opened his eyes. Sensing the leaking soul force, he couldn't help but pout. This breakthrough momentum had shaken for a day, but Yang Tian had suppressed it all along.

"No wonder it's a Soul-Refining Pill—the soul force it contains is astonishing. Breaking through is a certainty." Looking at the remaining medicinal power around, Yang Tian licked his lips and closed his eyes again.

The soul body fluctuated more intensely. Wisps of leaking soul force fell onto the brow chakra. The soul body's brow chakra was changing. Yang Tian felt comfortable all over, as if floating on air.

Humans have seven po: Celestial Rush, Spiritual Wisdom, Qi Po, Strength Po, Center Pivot Po, Essence Po, and Hero Po. Quenching the po means strengthening the chakras of the po, thereby reaching the Soul Refining stage!

It is said that when soul cultivation reaches the Manifest Saint realm, one can manifest an external incarnation, capable of flying through the skies, with vast supernatural powers and omnipotence. Such people are extremely rare on the continent, requiring not only cultivation methods but also extremely high demands on the soul's source.

Many people split off an external incarnation, leading to the dissipation of their soul—not a few. Therefore, few dare to touch this realm.

The seven po are distributed from the top of the head to the soles of the feet. Now, the soul body lit up with seven energy vortexes. His chakras were strengthening, and the soul body shook repeatedly, breaking through some lock.

As time passed, the seven energy vortexes grew more vast. Just as the membrane of the chakras was about to break through the last thread, Yang Tian inhaled through his mouth and nose, drawing in all the remaining soul force around him.

The extremely vast soul force squeezed the soul body, causing it to twist slightly.

"Break!" Yang Tian shouted. Inside his soul body, the soul force erupted like a tidal wave, bursting out from the Celestial Rush Po, converging into a pitch-black light pillar dozens of zhang tall, rooted between heaven and earth.

Yang Tian's soul body grew taller, its released soul pressure several times more terrifying than before. Wisps of soul force leaked out, pressing the surrounding void until it emitted a whining sound.

"So this is the Quenching Po realm." Observing his soul body for a while, Yang Tian murmured to himself, "Pity Uncle Xiao hasn't awakened yet, or I could now cultivate soul secret techniques."