In the Magnetic Stasis Field, Mu Hui trembled all over, his flesh and skin slowly peeling away—a string of thoughts flashed through Shi Yan’s mind as he accurately grasped the crucial point: the only reason he wasn't violently affected by the negative emotions was due to the successive strikes from Mu Hui’s Psychic Martial Soul.

Deep within his heart, nascent thoughts of violence and bloodlust also permeated and grew, yet these were less intense. Relying on his tenacious willpower, Shi Yan did not descend into a state of berserk slaughter.

Understanding this, he relaxed and secretly began circulating his vital essence on the ground.

After an unknown period, the stinging sensation within the acupoints of his body suddenly intensified.

Amidst a heart-wrenching agony, streams of extremely pure, strange power slowly flowed out from the acupoints, transforming into warm currents that meandered throughout his body.

The vital energy of many Human Rank martial artists, once transformed, yielded a considerable amount of this peculiar power. Most of this strange energy traversed Shi Yan’s entire body, vanishing within his flesh, bones, meridians, and internal organs, with only a small portion gathering at the vital essence in his Sea of Qi, causing his essence to become significantly denser and stronger once more.

His mind clear as a mirror, Shi Yan did not dwell on the transformation of his vital essence, but rather immersed his consciousness in the flesh, bones, and meridians within his body.

He could clearly sense that these wisps of mysterious power were transforming into miraculous nourishment, slowly nurturing his entire being in a way he couldn't quite comprehend. “In this process, Shi Yan felt as though he were bathing in a mystical hot spring; every pore on his body was relaxing, absorbing the wondrous nourishment. His body was subtly changing; those mysterious forces coursed through his meridians, disappeared into his bone and flesh, rooted within his viscera, and found purchase within the structure of his skull—he focused intently on this sensation.”

Not the Petrification Martial Soul.

Shi Yan knew instantly that the nourishment provided by this mysterious power was absolutely not for his Petrification Martial Soul.

It was the Undying Martial Soul.

A sudden comprehension bloomed in his heart. Shi Yan abruptly opened his eyes and sharply looked at his right arm.

That right arm, which had sustained a deep gash from the Nether Spirit Blade, now showed the flesh slowly writhing; it was healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Flesh and meridians seemed imbued with life.

Under Shi Yan’s gaze, the two-centimeter-deep wound mended bit by bit; flesh connected, cells aggregated, the opening slowly constricted, gradually becoming a thin line until it finally vanished entirely.

Ten minutes.

In a mere ten minutes, the two-centimeter-deep wound had completely healed, leaving not a single trace behind.

The area of the wound on his right arm was smooth as polished glass, utterly devoid of any faint line or remnant of blood color, as if he hadn't been injured at all ten minutes prior.

Shi Yan flexed his right arm and discovered he couldn't even detect the slightest pain; the arm felt entirely normal, indistinguishable from his left arm, which possessed the divine sense.

Shi Yan’s eyes shone brightly, his face alight with barely contained ecstasy.

In just ten minutes, such a deep wound had recovered completely, without any residual pain or discomfort. When had this Undying Martial Soul become so potent?

Shi Yan distinctly remembered that the healing speed of his wounds previously was definitely not this fast.

In the past, even after a wound healed, there would usually be a lingering discomfort, a persistent ache; it would take at least half a day to truly recover completely.

This time, it took only ten minutes.

The Undying Martial Soul had advanced to the stage. After a brief pause, Shi Yan sharply grasped the key.

The miraculous advancement reminder from the Petrification Martial Soul made him realize that after absorbing so much vital energy, those strange powers had magically catalyzed the Undying Martial Soul, just as they had the Petrification Martial Soul, pushing it into the stage.

No wonder such a large portion of the strange energy had surged into the flesh, meridians, bones, and organs throughout his body—it turned out that this time, the mysterious power was nourishing the Undying Martial Soul!

Everything became clear.

Shi Yan, face filled with joy, seriously sensed the changes in his body. Only after a long time did he calm down and continue sitting there, circulating his vital essence.

The vital essence in his Sea of Qi had also absorbed a portion of the strange energy. Now, under the shifting intent of his mind, that significantly denser essence slowly flowed along the meridians of his entire body.

After each major cycle, the most refined essence in his Sea of Qi condensed further.

Gradually, the refining essence body seemed to form a dazzling sphere of light. With the circulation of the major cycles, the volume of this sphere slowly shrank, yet the power contained within it, rather than diminishing, increased.

Shi Yan rejoiced again.

The change in the vital essence sphere was the unique manifestation signaling a breakthrough from the first to the second or third layer of the Human Rank.

Starting from the first layer of the Human Rank, every time he broke through a minor realm, the volume of the vital essence sphere in the Sea of Qi would shrink, while the essence it held would become more powerful.

This was a process of refining and condensing. Only through repeated tempering and condensing could the impurities within the vital essence sphere be purged, allowing the essence to become purer and the power it contained to naturally increase.

Realizing this was a perfect opportunity to break through from the first to the second layer of the Human Rank, Shi Yan dared not hesitate, focusing his entire attention on driving the vital essence.

He performed the major cycles again and again, repeatedly tempering the vital essence, reducing its impurities and making it increasingly pure… In the strange space, there was no concept of time.

After an indeterminate duration, the cluster of vital essence in Shi Yan’s Sea of Qi had shrunk by half from its fist-sized bulk, now roughly the size of a peach.

However, the density of the vital essence within it was thirty percent stronger than before.

Not only that, but the speed at which this purer essence flowed through his body had nearly doubled.

With a shift in his mind, a wisp of vital essence emerged from his fingertip, emitting a dazzling, bright white light, exceptionally luminous, carrying a faint crystalline hue, resembling some kind of mysterious crystal.

Shi Yan’s expression was one of delight as he watched that single, crystalline wisp of essence, the smile on his lips slowly widening:

The realm of the second layer of the Human Rank.

Shi Yan suddenly stood up, feeling completely refreshed and invigorated, his entire body suffused with seemingly limitless strength. These Dark Nether martial artists had truly fattened him up; they hadn't just allowed his Undying Martial Soul to enter the stage, but had also propelled him another step toward the peak of the Martial Path, allowing him to break through to the second layer of the Human Rank in one go.

“Thump-thump-thump-thump!”

The Yin Pearls in the Shenque, Tianque, and Yindu acupoints suddenly began to pulse violently. The frequency of these pulses was much faster than usual, and the summoning power emanating from the stone statue’s heart grew even more intense.

A thought sparked in his mind. Shi Yan couldn't help but look far toward the place where the starlight gathered. He saw that the starlight filling the sky seemed to have become chaotic, swirling like fireflies in that area, yet failing to inject themselves again into the mysterious location.

There is a change.

Shi Yan’s brow furrowed. From the agitation of the Yin Pearls in his chest and the anomaly in the starlight, he sensed that something was amiss.

“Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!”

The Yin Pearls pulsed with increasing rapidity, seeming to anxiously urge him, to push him to hurry toward that region, where something appeared to be urgently awaiting him.

“Boom! Boom!”

A massive roar, separated by a thousand miles, still managed to stubbornly arrive from that direction.

The Shenque, Tianque, and Yindu acupoints in Shi Yan’s chest suddenly experienced a sharp pain, feeling as if someone were attacking his acupoints directly; his body felt incredibly strange.

Not daring to delay, Shi Yan took a deep breath and shot forward with lightning speed toward that location.

The God of Slaughter finally has an Alliance Master! Universal celebration! Heh heh, thanks to Youying Xiaofeng, thanks to Chunjun Wushuang, Xiao Ni is grateful to you both... Filled with joy, haha! X

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