Dongfang Jing gently rubbed his throbbing temples.
He couldn't stay in the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors for long periods to cultivate.
Each time he used the Mirror Body Soul Splitting Technique, the mental strain far exceeded that of ordinary cultivation.
These losses could only be slowly recovered through meditation or natural sleep, a slow process with no shortcuts.
If he forced himself to enter when his mental strength was insufficient, the rate of consumption would increase exponentially, making his efforts twice as difficult and half as effective.
Therefore, he strictly disciplined himself, entering the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors only once a day,devoting all his attention to mastering and refining the Mirror Body Soul Splitting Technique.
Fortunately, his efforts paid off.
Now, he could flexibly control this ability.
This skill was practically a bug;with just a slight thought, he could even turn a part of his body into shattered mirrors to avoid attacks.
Arms, legs, even the head!
Of course, the consumption was equally enormous.
Each decomposition and recombination was accompanied by a torrent of soul power and mental strength.
If he were to completely disintegrate, with his current cultivation level, he could only unleash this technique twice consecutively at most. Any more than that, and his soul sea would dry up, and his divine sense would dissipate!
Therefore, this move was his ultimate trump card, and he would never use it lightly!
It was precisely because he had devoted most of his energy to cultivating the Mirror Body Soul Splitting Technique that,although his soul power had already surpassed level 30,he had yet to hunt for his third soul ring. Originally, Dongfang Jing only intended to find a mid-to-high-age thousand-year soul beast.
But now, having deeply understood the uniqueness of his body, his goal was different!
Dongfang Jing was very clear about his weaknesses.
He wasn't lacking in escape, survival, or evasion techniques; his mirror imagery and aggressive advances were enough to give him an advantage among those of the same level.
However, he lacked truly large-scale, powerful attack capabilities.
Once he encounters an expert whose soul power far surpasses his own, or who excels at large-scale suppression, he will find himself in a predicament where he cannot break through the defenses or defend against attacks.
"It seems it's time to go out to sea."
Outside the Vast Ocean City, countless powerful and peculiar sea spirit beasts dwell in the boundless ocean, their variety and number far exceeding that of land spirit beasts.
Although the absorption of spirit rings by a martial spirit requires attribute compatibility and ability synergy, most spirit beasts can be attempted except in cases of extreme mutual restraint.
Dongfang Jing's Shattered Mirror is a weapon spirit, seeking the ultimate in attack and area suppression.
The ocean is full of spirit beasts with fierce attacks and extraordinary talents; with patience, he will surely find the most suitable one.
But the ocean is completely unknown to him.
He still needs to find a guide.
Exiting the Hall of Ten Thousand Mirrors, he returned to reality.
He saw his younger sister curled up on the edge of the bed,her small face buried in her arms, a visible layer of sadness surrounding her.
"What's wrong?"
Dongfang Jing stepped forward and sat down next to her, his voice gentle.
Dongfang Yao looked up at the sound of his voice, her eyes brightening briefly before quickly dimming.
She muttered softly, her voice filled with unease, "Brother... I'm so worried about my Martial Soul awakening. Do you think I might..."
"Silly girl,"Dongfang Jing gently ruffled her hair, comforting her softly, "Don't overthink it. Even if the outcome isn't what you hoped for, with your brother here, who in heaven or earth can bully you?"
This attempt at comfort clearly had no effect.
Dongfang Yao raised her small face and asked the question she feared most:
"Brother... can't I really become a Soul Master without Soul Power?"
Dongfang Jing remained silent.
He understood the source of his sister's worries.
Dongfang Yao's parents had low innate Soul Power and mediocre Martial Soul quality.
According to genetics, their children were highly likely to inherit one of their traits, or even be born with zero Soul Power.
However, Dongfang Jing ultimately did not say an absolute no.
He looked firmly into the girl's eyes and said, word by word, "Perhaps... somewhere in this world, there exist immortal herbs and spiritual medicines that can defy fate, or cultivation techniques that can seize the creation of heaven and earth, which can reshape one's bones and generate Soul Power."
Dongfang Jing held his sister's small hand and solemnly promised, "Yao'er, if you really have no Soul Power, I promise you, even if I have to traverse the heavens and the underworld, exhaust the nine heavens and ten earths, I will find a path of cultivation for you!"
Hearing her brother's resolute words and meeting the unwavering determination in his eyes,Dongfang Yao could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks.
She stretched out her small hand, silently asking for a hug.
Slightly calmed, she whispered that she wanted to go for a walk nearby by herself.
Dongfang Jing outwardly agreed, but it was nighttime, how could he be at ease?
Instinctively, he was about to conjure his mirror image to secretly follow her.
But the little girl was very perceptive; she immediately puffed out her cheeks and looked at him resentfully: "Brother, you're not allowed to follow! You have to keep your word! I'm really just taking a walk near the village, I won't go far!"
She pointed to the moonlit beach not far from the window: "Right there!"
Unable to resist his sister's rare insistence, Dongfang Jing had no choice but to reluctantly agree, repeatedly reminding her to be careful.
Dongfang Yao, wearing little sandals, walked alone on the beach at night.
The evening breeze was cool, carrying the salty sea air on her face, the rhythmic, soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, churning up fine white foam.
The night sky was like a vast, deep blue curtain, studded with glittering stars.
She tilted her head back, her clear eyes reflecting the entire Milky Way.
She had shown intelligence since she was three years old, and now she was almost six.
Under Dongfang Jing's deliberate guidance and tutelage, his intellect and depth of thought had far surpassed his peers, even exceeding that of many adults.
Because of this, Dongfang Yao understood.
Her brother's words were more of a comfort.
Whether it was the immortal herb that could improve one's constitution or the cultivation technique that ordinary people could practice,weren't they all legendary items, rare and unattainable?
Even if there were any news of them, their location would undoubtedly be a perilous place with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.
And her brother, for her sake, would certainly go without hesitation.
Thinking of her brother's pale face and weary appearance as he rubbed his temples every day when he emerged from that mysterious space,thinking of the countless efforts he had devoted to caring for her and the time he should have spent cultivating, she felt she had been a burden to him for too long.
The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached.
Just then, a sudden change occurred in the night sky!
A streak—no,dozens, even hundreds—of brilliant streaks of light tore through the deep blue night!
A grand and magnificent meteor shower descended without warning!
Countless silvery-white threads of light, trailing long, fiery tails, left fleeting yet breathtakingly beautiful paths across the boundless sky.
Dongfang Yao was instantly awestruck by this extraordinary sight, her mouth slightly agape, momentarily forgetting her troubles.
Overjoyed, she instinctively imitated the gesture from the stories her brother had told her,reverently clasping her hands before her chest, closing her eyes, and silently making a wish:
"Stars, please, bless Yao'er with soul power! Even just half a level, just a little bit, as long as I can cultivate, as long as I can share some of the burden with my brother."
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