Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 192 Boundary Lock Seal

Xian Fenghuai snorted coldly and said nothing more, but suddenly took half a step forward.

Next breath——

The "Soul-Suppressing Pillar Array" rose up with a roar.

The four corner soul pillars rose from the ground like ancient artifacts, shattering the flowing soul energy. Soul patterns, like locks and swirling incantations, formed a closed "suppression field".

Soul Domain Suppression and Multi-Source Soul Locking are the most insidious techniques in the Soul Form Pavilion's Soul Trial - the Soul Suppression Technique.

It is not designed for fighting, but for "severing the soul and forcing the soul to break." The most common outcome is not defeat, but "loss of mind and spirit," and the soul imprint collapses on its own.

And this entire formation, at this moment, only locked down one person:

Chu Ning.

He neither got angry nor said he would back down, but slowly raised his left hand and flicked his palm lightly.

A thin wisp of lightning traced a path from the fingertip to the palm print of the Soul Imprint, moving through the air like a fish leaping and swimming, only to vanish in the next instant.

"Snapped."

It was as if some long-buried energy had been ignited.

—The three Soul Lock patterns trembled silently.

Silver-gray patterns emerged from his palm, no longer a regular halo, but a vein structure reconstructed against the tide of suppression, like an ancient array reenacted, slowly weaving within his body.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the five-colored thunder core suddenly stirred.

The five elements of thunder—metal, water, wood, fire, and earth—which should generate and restrain each other, are now converging in reverse, transforming into a slowly rotating thunder wheel.

Five-colored lightning intertwined like shuttles, converging and merging in the center of the soul sea to form a semi-illusory, semi-real lightning wheel seal.

—At the heart of the wheel, an extremely complex “remnant pattern” quietly emerged.

That's not the structure of any common soul array.

Its patterns intertwine like star trails and converge like the cosmic energy, floating in the center of the Five Elements Thunder Wheel, like the "core" of the Thunder Wheel, subtly guiding the thunder energy to operate along another unknown trajectory.

A slight tremor ran through the depths of his soul, as if some ancient will had been gently awakened.

"...Primordial Master - Boundary Lock Seal"

At that moment, the remaining pattern appeared for less than a breath, yet it was like a blazing fire piercing through the snow, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

The Thunder Wheel trembled, its rotation speed suddenly increased, and the Five Elements Thunder Cores began to adjust their flow direction on their own, following the trajectory of the residual patterns—constructing a completely new Soul Lock Response Mode.

That wasn't the regular operation of the three Soul Lock Marks, but rather a prelude to stepping into the "fourth Mark."

In the deepest part of the soul sea, that remaining pattern seemed to still be slowly rising and falling, neither dissipating nor becoming clear, yet it possessed a whispering echo:
"Those who hold the lock should know the weight of boundaries."

Chu Ning stood still, a lightning mark throbbing slightly between her brows, and her soul wheel slowly rotating behind her.

There was no surprise in his eyes; instead, his eyelids were slightly lowered, as if he were quietly listening to the echo that transcended time and space.

He knew it wasn't an illusion.

Faced with the soul pressure, Chu Ning did not resist, but instead "guided the pressure into his body" to refine the lock.

With each increase in soul pressure, he used his thunder soul to tear open the surface of the soul lock, causing the layers of hidden locks to merge and resonate with the five elements thunder core, inch by inch "cleansing and stripping away the locks"!
On the high platform, the whispers around them suddenly stopped.

An elder inside the Soul Mirror Pavilion whispered:

"This is... Soul Lock Reversal?"

The woman in plain clothes from the Soul Pavilion, who had remained silent all along, finally showed a start, her expression unusually moved.

She whispered a curse, her eyes unable to conceal her shock:

"He...is using the Soul-Refining Seal to trap and suppress the soul?"

Li Jing'an's smile deepened, but a hint of true sharpness appeared in his eyes.

He said softly:

"It's not for warming hands... This kid is hiding deep within the Soul Testing Pavilion."

On Xian Fenghuai's side, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and his originally steady and sharp aura became slightly unstable.

He watched as Chu Ning's severed body stood firm amidst the storm of cursed rings, and a strange sense of unease rose within him.

It wasn't fear of the enemy, but an instinctive hesitation about something...something one "couldn't understand."

The pressure of souls surged like a tide, and the sea of ​​souls was like a furnace.

Meanwhile, the light of that silver-gray soul lock was slowly melting new soul patterns within the soul pressure storm.

The Soul Lock, Fourth Pattern, has quietly taken shape.

As the Soul Pressure Pillar Array collapsed, the four corner Soul Pillars shattered inch by inch, their echoes reverberating across the Soul Field for a long time.

Chu Ning slowly withdrew his stance, his soul energy receding like a tide, and the soul patterns under his feet had not yet dissipated, already stunning the entire arena.

On the main stage of the Soul Arena, the Law Enforcer "Mu Yan" stepped forward, unfurling the Law Enforcement Scroll in his hand, his voice calm yet authoritative:
"First test: Soul pressure. Participant Chu Ye, you have passed."

His gaze swept across the audience before settling back on Chu Ning, his tone devoid of any emotion:
"The second challenge: Solving the Soul Array."

"The formation is called 'Soul Lock Wheel Formation'. The rules are as follows: Within three incense sticks' time, the one who breaks the main incantation without harming the soul seal wins."

"Participant: Lei Jingjing."

A stick of incense was lit, the soul array slowly rose, and the entire soul field fell into a tense silence once again.

Just then, the Soul Array Trial, "Soul Lock Wheel Array," slowly activated.

At the center of the floating platform, runes surged like waves, forming a three-zhang-high soul array facade. Nine layers of soul locks intertwined, resembling a mechanical city that could devour souls at any moment. Deep within the array's core, a wisp of ink-colored main incantation coiled like a gossamer thread, exuding a dark aura that oppressed the soul.

The one presiding over the soul formation had a cold gaze and announced in a deep voice:

"Within three incense sticks' time, the main incantation is broken; those whose souls remain intact are considered guilty."

After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent, and the atmosphere immediately became tense.

Xian Fenghuai snorted lightly, his eyes sweeping across the crowd before finally landing on Lei Jingjing, his tone laced with sarcasm:
"A seventh-rank official trying his hand at combat? Don't you find that laughable?"

Several low chuckles immediately erupted from the audience, carrying obvious contempt and skepticism.

But Lei Jingjing remained unmoved, as if these taunts had nothing to do with her.

She simply took a deep breath, took out a grayish-white pill from her sleeve, and swallowed it gently.

Li Jing'an stood to the side and slightly behind, his expression unchanged, but he whispered something:
"Attention, the Stability Maintenance Soul Eye."

“Your soul power is not yet stable, but your soul eye is mainly following the ‘soul consciousness line’, not breaking the formation with cultivation.”

Li Jing'an added in a low voice, not loud, but enough to make Yu Xingshui, who was standing not far away, raise her eyes slightly.

Lei Jingjing slowly walked to the front of the formation, closed her eyes, and let her hands hang down. One breath, two breaths... a blue light suddenly appeared between her eyebrows.

The Eye of Thunder slowly opened between her brows.

With a low hum, three layers of lightning patterns rose from the soul eye, one ring after another. The outer ring of lightning energy swirled like a vortex, the middle ring vibrated finely like needles, and the innermost layer of lightning intent remained still like a wisp of light, like frost falling on the heart of a mirror.

The three soul rings slowly overlapped and merged into a "soul thread light" that resembled an invisible needle, piercing straight into the soul array.

"Soul Eye Three Marks... She actually reached Three Marks!" a martial artist exclaimed in a low voice.

The soul thread did not follow the usual path or break the floating lock, but instead snaked its way through the nine layers of locks, avoiding most of the protective magic chains, and heading straight for the center of the formation.

Deep within the formation, the "Main Soul-Locking Chain" trembled slightly, and an almost imperceptible "Reversal Spell Mark" slowly emerged.

Yu Xingshui's eyes narrowed, and she finally looked up.

Her gaze fell on the "curse mark," and although her expression remained indifferent, it revealed a hint of seriousness for the first time.

That was no ordinary curse mark, but an extremely rare remnant of the "Soul Lock Reverse Structure".

Only martial artists who have mastered the "Soul Mirror Reversal" can glimpse its subtle clues.

Li Jing'an smiled slightly, tilting his head:

"I personally adjusted the wires in her soul eyes."

Yu Xingshui nodded slightly but did not speak. Her fingertips twitched slightly, as if she was silently deducing the structure of the soul array.

At that moment, Lei Jingjing slightly lifted her left finger, and the soul line suddenly contracted, like a pen tip falling on paper, hooking the core of the "curse mark" in one stroke.

"Crack." A barely audible cracking sound.

The entire soul array trembled three times in an instant, the nine layers of soul locks collapsed from the heart, and the main incantation of the soul array exploded like a broken thread, silently annihilating.

The floating platform was completely silent.

After a few breaths, someone finally spoke in a low voice:
"Soul Mirror Reverse Solution!?"

"I didn't see that curse mark at all."

"The Soul Eye Technique can be this precise?"

The soul array collapsed, and the runes returned to silence.

Xian Fenghuai's expression froze, the mockery in his eyes vanished, and his face gradually darkened.

Chu Ning stood at the foot of the trial formation steps, watching Lei Jingjing's retreating figure, and whispered:

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lei Jingjing remained silent, only slightly tilting her head. The lightning pattern between her brows had not yet dissipated, and the three lightning rings faintly swirled. In the light and shadow, her eyes revealed a calm sharpness belonging to a Soul Sense Warrior.

She nodded slightly, but her gaze was fixed on the next round of the array platform that was about to begin, her soul intent still lingering and her thunderous intent still undiminished.

The soul array dissipated, but the fragrance lingered.

Beneath the sky, the third incense stick quietly burned, its golden threads and ash slowly descending from the air like a timer, severing the breath.

After a brief silence, the audience erupted in low murmurs and speechlessness, their expressions still showing surprise.

"These two from the Soul Mirror Pavilion... are not as simple as they seem on the surface."

"Her soul power is not stable, yet she can break the formation with her soul eye... Just what is Lei Jingjing's background?"

Mu Yan stepped forward again, holding the book high, his voice like a bell:

"The second test: Soul Array Deciphering. Participant Lei Jingjing, break the main spell within the time limit to enter."

"The third stage is a battle of soul skills."

"In real combat, there is no mercy, no leveraging of strength, and the winner will advance to the next level."

As he finished speaking, a circular battlefield rose up, and a pale golden "confrontation seal" appeared on the Soul Platform.

Mu Yan's gaze swept over the crowd, his voice low and deep:
"Xian Fenghuai of the Soul Form Pavilion and Chu Ning of the Soul Mirror Pavilion, enter."

Within the Soul Arena, two figures slowly appeared, one in front of the other.

"The winner shall have the right to determine the 'initial observer'."

The former, dressed in a blue-patterned soul robe with the Flame Soul Twin Blades hanging at his waist, and with sharp brows like an eagle, was none other than Xian Fenghuai, the most prominent young prodigy of the Soul Form Pavilion.

The latter, with snow-white hair, wearing a plain-patterned outer robe, his right sleeve hanging down, his soul lock not yet activated, yet possessing a hidden aura of thunder, was none other than Chu Ning, the most controversial new Soul Master of this event.

Xian Fenghuai's steps were like sharp swords cutting through the earth, each step drawing in the rolling breaths of the soul.

Xian Fenghuai's anger flashed, his soul blade suddenly appeared, fire patterns rose, and the soul imprint "Flaming Phoenix Mark" suddenly bloomed on his back.

Crimson flames, like feathers, swirled around his shoulder blades, while the flames on his wings slammed into the ground like the scorching sun. His soul breath rose and soared straight to the top of the Soul Platform.

"Kid, if you want to stay at Yipin Pavilion, you'd better show your strength first."

Chu Ning's gaze remained calm as he ascended, lightning slowly gathering within his body.

The two stepped into the battle array, their soul pressure had not yet risen, but their auras were already locked.

Silence reigned all around.

In the distant floating building, many souls rose and stared intently.

Jade Star Water of the Soul Pavilion held a Soul Talisman, the light lingering at his fingertips, his gaze slightly narrowed:
"A body with a severed arm can actually suppress the three Soul Lock Patterns... Just what kind of Soul Core structure does this person have?"

Inside the Soul Mirror Pavilion, several mid-level law enforcers were exchanging hushed conversations.

“That Xian Fenghuai is the soul holder of ‘Flaming Phoenix Mark’. His fire vein combat skills and soul suppression skills are combined, making him extremely difficult to deal with.”

"But Chu Ning seems to have a sense of the five elements shifting within him... Is he really an outsider at the fifth rank?"

In the direction of the Soul Form Pavilion, several deacons looked at each other with hostility, while the middle-aged soul master behind Xian Fenghuai nodded slightly, clearly tacitly approving of their "full-fledged probing".

In the very center of the Soul Field, the Soul Imprint rises.

Behind Xian Fenghuai, a blue flame eagle shadow appeared on the Soul Wheel, its nine veins intertwined, like a phoenix's cry igniting the day.

“If you cannot withstand my three moves, you are not worthy to stand on this ‘Soul Master’s Position’.”

"You are even less worthy... to rely on Li Jing'an to cover up your disability."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sharp blade piercing through the room, causing a slight tremor among the people present.

Chu Ning did not respond, but simply raised his hand and gently tapped the air.

A silver-gray soul pattern slowly bloomed from his palm.

Three soul-locking runes then appeared, intertwined like an array, their lightning energy flowing like water into the soul wheel behind him.

"boom!"

The two activated their auras simultaneously, instantly locking the soul array.

Xian Fenghuai's sleeves fluttered suddenly, and the Fiery Phoenix Shadow let out a long cry, flapping its wings from its soul wheel and rushing straight towards Chu Ning's brow.

That is the "Soul Form Flame Technique - Head-Breaking Style", which is specifically designed to break through the soul gate in the sea of ​​consciousness. Once it pierces through, the soul imprint will instantly become disordered.

“Kill the soul first… Xian Fenghuai is coming to crush us!” someone exclaimed.

Chu Ning's gaze remained unmoved as he steadily extended his left palm, his five fingers slightly spread. A wisp of light in the five colors of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth transformed into a rotating soul wheel in his palm.

"Responding to the calamity."

He neither dodged nor avoided, but instead met the attack head-on.

The two soul forces clashed head-on.

With a deafening roar, Xian Fenghuai's body trembled violently, forcing him to retreat three steps. His soul wheel shuddered, and his first outer soul ring shattered inch by inch.

"What?! He broke through the first layer of Xian Fenghuai's soul pressure?!"

"That's the Flame Soul Layer Structure... it was actually reversed and forced back!"

Xian Fenghuai gritted his teeth, his soul wheel spun again, and a crimson flame sword imprint appeared in his palm. He then summoned three soul blades as fierce as torches, slashing down upon heaven and earth.

Chu Ning's expression remained unchanged, but suddenly his right shoulder twitched slightly.

"Click."

That was precisely where his "arm was severed." From the crack in the Soul Lock, a phantom image wrapped in lightning veins suddenly rose from between the bones—its outline resembled an arm, with flowing lightning patterns entangling its tendons, the Soul Lock serving as its network, and the Soul Breath as its blood, thus constructing a "Soul Arm."

He had used this move before, using thunderous energy as a base and drawing upon the intent of thunder to solidify his arm.

The difference is that what has condensed into the soul arm at this moment is no longer the violent and unparalleled thunderous aura, but the soul breath with its sharp edge restrained.

He never revealed his true level of cultivation, suppressing his power and only using the strength of a fifth-grade cultivator to fight his enemies.

The soul arm moved like a snake in the thunderous breath, its palm emitting light. With a simple gesture, it forcefully stopped the three soul blades that were attacking it. The thunder was deafening, and the soul light surged.

Xian Fenghuai's pupils constricted slightly.
"This isn't a combat technique... it's a soul-constructed martial body?!"

On stage, Li Jing'an raised an eyebrow, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes, and whispered:

"He actually used the Thunder Soul to cultivate a 'Soul Hand'? This kid... has he really mastered the Thunder Fiend Devouring Yuan Technique?"

Xian Fenghuai's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly formed a hand seal, letting out a low growl:
"Soul Flame - Boundary Severance".

In an instant, the sky darkened, and a Phoenix Flame Thunder Punishment Seal descended from the sky, igniting the soul barrier dozens of feet above the soul field, causing it to boil in flames.

That single strike was enough to crush an ordinary fifth-grade soul wheel.

But Chu Ning uttered a single word softly:
"break."

The lightning seal between his brows spun, and the five-colored soul cores flowed backward in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. The "Three Soul Lock Patterns" overlapped and locked, triggering the initial appearance of the fourth pattern's phantom.

A barely visible silver halo exploded beneath his feet.

(End of this chapter)