Chapter 717

Chapter 717: Spiritual Shock

When Ye Yun’s spirit perception entered his dantian, he was stunned by the small figure meditating calmly. Since when did he have this thing devouring his true qi and spiritual power? No wonder he’d sensed unexplained surges—this little figure had been greedily feasting on his energy.

The dantian was the core of his cultivation. If shattered, a cultivator would become a feeble invalid unless they possessed the will to rebuild their body. Yet here, this tiny figure was recklessly draining his dantian’s essence. Ye Yun immediately sought the Ancestor of the Sword Path’s counsel. Only then did he recall neglecting to nourish the figure with sufficient energy after reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

Reluctant to waste high-grade treasures or top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones, Ye Yun sacrificed the heavenly materials from the Xumi Treasure’s third layer to stabilize his Nascent Soul. The figure’s appetite seemed endless—it even absorbed part of his Sun and Moon Dual Souls from his Golden Core days and traces of Heavenly Immortal rules, unintentionally causing ripples near the Wuding River.

Thanks to the Essence of the Thick Earth, his Nascent Soul had grown sturdy. Ye Yun doubted even a top-grade spiritual weapon could harm it, bolstered as it was by Heavenly Immortal rules and the Dual Souls.

“Would the Thunder Spirit be the same?” With the crisis resolved, Ye Yun’s thoughts turned to the fifth level of his Thundercloud Lightning Sword. He’d initially hesitated to pursue this dangerous cultivation method, but now, envisioning the colossal thunder entity he’d glimpsed while bathing in lightning laws, ambition flared. Control remained the issue—any Thunder Spirit he summoned must obey utterly.

“This was meant for the Earth Immortal realm, or at least the Seventh Level of the Nascent Soul,” the Ancestor of the Sword Path chided. “At the Fourth Level, controlling it will be impossible.” His lecture was cut short as turbulence from the Wuding River disrupted them.

The Ancestor marveled at the radiant figure in Ye Yun’s dantian, its halo of Sun and Moon Souls radiating authority. “Though you can’t cultivate Moon Goddess or Sun God powers directly, you can borrow their strength.” With his Nascent Soul awakened and the Water Spirit Dagger absorbing Heavenly Immortal rules, Ye Yun now held a trump card—a strike bearing 20% of a Heavenly Immortal’s power, enough to overwhelm most Earth Immortals.

“All thunder, no rain,” Ye Yun smirked, sheathing his glowing Water Spirit Dagger. Its protective aura faded as danger passed.

“Let’s go! What if a Demon Race titan finds us?” Shui Lingling tugged Ye Yun’s sleeve.

“It’d eat you first, buying Yingying and me time to flee.” Grinning at her glare, Ye Yun activated spatial laws, teleporting them miles away.

“I forgot something at the river!” Lingling protested, hiding spirit material scraps behind her back. Ye Yun retrieved them via spatial manipulation.

“Sister, Ye Yun’s bullying me again!” she whined. Shui Yingying sighed. “You brought this on yourself, Lingling.”

“My apologies for teasing,” Ye Yun said, eyeing the pouting girl. “But if someone remains cross, extra training awaits.”

“I’m an Earth Immortal! You can’t make me do push-ups!” Lingling huffed, recalling their bet.

“Enough. We move,” Yingying declared, dragging her sister forward.

A lone mountain loomed ahead. “Reach the peak to enter Broken Space,” Lingling explained. “Unless you’re scared of heights.”

Ye Yun studied the fractured sky, eager to test his spatial laws. The chaotic mending and shattering of space fascinated him—this perilous unknown thrilled him more than the Xumi Treasure’s safety.

“Stay cautious in Broken Space,” Yingying warned. “Even if your combat power matches Lingling’s.”

“I’ve survived this long by being careful,” Ye Yun replied. “Ling’er, don’t wander off.”

“I’m the Earth Immortal here!” she retorted. “Worry about yourself!”

At the summit, Ye Yun gazed at the splintered void. Space healed and ruptured endlessly, a mesmerizing dance of destruction. Without hesitation, he plunged in as lightning.

The sisters followed. Instantly, Broken Space’s oppressive force overwhelmed Ye Yun’s mind.

“Celestial tricks never change,” the Ancestor grumbled, bolstering Ye Yun’s soul. “Move, or the girls will overtake you.”

“Ye Yun!” Lingling cried, shaking him as he trembled. Yingying pulled her back. “You’ll harm him further!”

“The Sect Leader warned about Broken Space’s mental shocks! If he dies…” Lingling’s voice broke. Ye Yun was her first friend beyond Yingying—precious for her isolated innate spiritual body.

Yingying racked her brain for solutions, guilt gnawing. She should’ve stopped him. Why hadn’t she spoken up?