A surge of pure, potent Spiritual Power, carried within blood essence, flooded into Song Wen's body like a tidal wave. Originating from the same source as his own Spiritual Power, it seamlessly merged with his existing reserves, flowing along his meridians until it settled within his dantian. The Nascent Soul's eyes snapped open, gleaming with childlike delight as it greedily absorbed the foreign energy, like a child gazing upon their favorite candy. The Nascent Soul's aura rapidly expanded, only to encounter an invisible barrier within moments, halting further cultivation progress—the bottleneck of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm! Song Wen prepared to seize the momentum and shatter the bottleneck in one swift motion. But then he noticed the incoming Spiritual Power abruptly waning, Ye Hua's cultivation nearing complete depletion. Without hesitation, Song Wen retrieved Yin Shuo's corpse. Instead of performing a soul search, he extracted Yin Shuo's soul and confined it within a Soul Bottle before beginning to devour his cultivation. An even more vast and turbulent torrent of Spiritual Power surged into Song Wen's body. The sheer volume of spiritual power was overwhelming. Song Wen's meridians throbbed with excruciating pain, as if they were on the verge of bursting. Gritting his teeth, he endured the torment and continued to devour the spiritual power from Yin Shuo's body. The spiritual power surged into his dantian like an unstoppable flood. As his Nascent Soul's absorption rate slowed, the foreign spiritual power began to accumulate within his dantian, gradually filling it to capacity. His Nascent Soul found itself submerged in a vast ocean of spiritual power, battered by relentless waves. Under the ceaseless onslaught of this immense force, the bottleneck in his cultivation crumbled like a breached dam, collapsing with a thunderous roar. His Nascent Soul, like a ravenous whale gulping down a river, frantically devoured the surrounding spiritual power. Song Wen's cultivation skyrocketed, instantly breaking through to the late-stage Nascent Soul realm. Meanwhile, Yin Shuo's cultivation was nearing complete depletion, and the influx of foreign spiritual power gradually weakened. Moments later, a triumphant smile spread across Song Wen's face. For cultivators practicing the Corpse King's Rebirth Art, those who cultivated the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art were undoubtedly the finest medicinal pills. In less than half an incense stick's time, he had shattered his cultivation bottleneck and ascended to the late-stage Nascent Soul realm—a feat far swifter than any heavenly treasure could have achieved. Of course, this ease of absorption only applied to Song Wen. Other cultivators practicing the Corpse King's Rebirth Art did not find devouring another's spiritual power so simple or rapid. His spiritual power surged too quickly, and Song Wen struggled to control it. A powerful aura pulsed around him, lifting stones from the ground, grinding them to dust, and scattering the powder into the air. Instead of immediately refining his newfound power, Song Wen approached Zhu Yin's Corpse Coffin, opened it, and awakened her soul. Zhu Yin's soul slowly drifted from her body, hovering before Song Wen. Her gaze fixed on him with a dazed intensity, her eyes brimming with endless longing and sorrow. "Ji Yin," she murmured, her voice tinged with sadness, "it's been nearly a century since our separation. I never imagined our reunion would be ." Song Wen opened his mouth to respond, but Zhu Yin continued before he could speak. "Thank you," she said, "for allowing me to witness Yin Shuo's death with my own eyes." Song Wen flipped his hand and produced the Soul Bottle. "Yin Shuo's soul remains intact. Dispose of it as you see fit." As he spoke, Song Wen cast a spell, manifesting the upper half of Yin Shuo's soul outside the Soul Bottle while his lower half remained trapped within, unable to escape. The moment Yin Shuo's upper body appeared, he saw Zhu Yin's soul and instantly grasped the situation. "Gou Jun, did you kill me just to avenge Zhu Yin?" "Yes!" Song Wen replied without a hint of shame or hesitation. Yin Shuo pleaded, "Zhu Yin, my physical body has been destroyed, leaving only my soul. Surely the hatred in your heart has subsided by now. I implore you, considering the care with which I once mentored you, grant me a chance to reincarnate as a Reincarnated Cultivator." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 Zhu Yin's expression twisted into a ferocious snarl. "Yin Shuo, do you really think that's possible? When you slaughtered my entire clan all those years ago, did you ever imagine this day would come? Ji Yin, finish him! Let him taste the agony of soul annihilation!" In a desperate final attempt, Yin Shuo shouted, "Gou Jun... no, Ji Yin! Spare me! I can lead you to the Wu Ji Sect's treasury—all its treasures will be yours!" Song Wen retorted, "Since Zhu Yin demands your soul's destruction, accept your fate with dignity. By the way, Demon Lord, does the name 'Ji Yin' sound familiar? A century ago, the Wu Ji Sect branded me a traitor, declared me an outlaw throughout the Immortal Cultivation World, and offered a bounty for my capture." Before Yin Shuo could finish, a Focused Spirit Stab materialized between Song Wen's eyebrows and pierced Yin Shuo's soul. Yin Shuo's anguished scream echoed through the air as his soul flickered and grew increasingly ethereal. Immediately, another Focused Spirit Stab hurtled toward him. Under the relentless barrage of Spiritual Sense Attacks, Yin Shuo's soul grew increasingly frail until it shattered into countless fragments that drifted aimlessly through the mountain cave. "Ji Yin," Zhu Yin said, "I truly don't know how to thank you enough, beyond simply saying 'thank you'." "With the bond between us, there's no need for formalities," Song Wen replied sincerely. A gentle warmth spread across Zhu Yin's face, her eyes deep and fathomless as still pools in twilight. She raised her slightly ethereal hand and softly brushed it against Song Wen's cheek. "Ji Yin, your words alone are enough for me. If there's a next life, I wish to spend it by your side, growing old together and never parting." Song Wen frowned. "Your soul remains intact. I could find you the most compatible physical body for Body Seizing." Zhu Yin shook her head. "No, thank you. The sins I committed against the Human Race run too deep. I don't want to harm anyone again." Song Wen gazed intently at Zhu Yin, a complex mix of emotions churning within him, leaving him momentarily speechless. "Body Seizing inherently defies the natural order," Zhu Yin said, her voice soft yet resolute. "I refuse to stain myself with further sins. Before my soul dissipates completely, I have one final request." Song Wen remained silent for a long time, watching Zhu Yin's soul grow increasingly faint and ethereal, as if it might vanish at any moment. Finally, he spoke. "Tell me. Whatever it is, I will fulfill it for you." "Driven by personal vengeance, I have committed countless atrocities. I hope you will save the Human Race from their current plight. That alone would help atone for my sins." With those words, Zhu Yin smiled gently as her soul began to fade rapidly. As her voice faded, Zhu Yin's soul completely vanished, leaving no trace of where it had gone. Song Wen stood frozen, motionless as a statue. After a long silence, a lingering sigh filled the mountain cave, heavy with desolation and solitude. 📖Read (RDC) on Pa.treon@CinderTL - c1104. [+2] 🔑Early Access at $5. 💥Translated (6) Series, (4.1K+) Chapters, (5.8M+) Words.