Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 234 Awakening of the True Name, Resonance of the Soul Imprint (Thank you!)
No, he can't die. Qingli is still here; she needs him!

A desperate cry resounded in Chu Ning's soul.

Driven by the instinct to survive and an obsession with Qingli, he erupted in a final frenzy, like a trapped beast cornered on the edge of a cliff.

He stopped trying to "feel" that damned key of marrow light.

Instead, it is the remaining will, all the pain, all the anger, all the... resentment.

Like a fuse igniting the soul, it crashed madly and recklessly toward the milky-white soul core surrounded by black cracks between its brows.

Open it!!!
boom--! ! !
Consciousness seemed to be thrown into a furnace.

It was as if we had been thrown into the chaotic storm of the beginning of the universe.

Severe pain!

The pain was billions of times greater than all previous combined pain.

It was like billions of stars exploding simultaneously in my mind.

Chu Ning felt as if his soul had been instantly torn into its most primal fragments.

But amidst this soul-crushing agony, a faint yet incredibly resilient "door" seemed to be violently breached by this mad, all-consuming will.

It's not memory! It's not power!
It's more of a...feeling!
A familiar, soul-shaking aura... of thunder.

A fighting instinct ingrained deep in one's blood.

"Ughh ...

Just before the remnant soul of the Fox Ancestor's destructive finger was about to touch his brow, he suddenly raised his bloodied left hand.

No thought! No techniques! Only instinctive, limitless willpower.

Pointing fingers together! Like a sword!
laugh--! ! !
A tiny, almost negligible, yet perfectly pure purple lightning bolt, like the first ray of dawn piercing through the eternal night, suddenly shot out from his fingertips.

It was no longer the lightning driven by his soul power, but... a power that seemed to originate from the source of his life, unlocked by that "key," and had been dormant for too long.

This subtle bolt of purple lightning, carrying a chilling will to sever destiny and annihilate all laws, struck with unparalleled precision the fingertip of 'Qingli' that was outstretched and wrapped in dark golden light.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no roaring collision of energy.

There was only one extremely faint, yet seemingly soul-crushing sound—a shattering sound.

Click.

The seemingly invincible dark gold light swirling around Qingli's fingertips, like thin ice being thrown into a hot knife, actually developed a tiny crack.

The cracks spread instantly.

"What?!" For the first time, the cold and majestic voice of the remnant soul of the Fox Ancestor fluctuated violently, filled with disbelief and astonishment.

His dark golden pupils suddenly contracted.

This humble human soul... how is this possible?!
The purple lightning at his fingertips... that aura...?!

Just as the remnant soul of the Fox Ancestor trembled violently and its power momentarily froze—

hum! ! !
The Soul-Guiding Stone, which had been pressed against Chu Ning's heart, seemed to be drawn by the familiar thunderous aura originating from the deepest part of Chu Ning's soul core, and suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly intense light.

A beam of incredibly condensed pale golden light, no longer a gentle guide, but carrying a certain will of "calling" and "resonance," instantly traversed space and pierced fiercely into Qing Li's brow—piercing into the depths of her sea of ​​consciousness temporarily occupied by the remnant soul of the Fox Ancestor.

"Uhhh-!!!"

A piercing scream, so sharp it seemed to come from the ancient wilderness, burst forth from Qingli's mouth.

The shriek was filled with pain, anger, and... a hint of fear from the depths of the soul.

Qingli's body trembled and arched violently, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

The dark golden light in her eyes flickered wildly and uncertainly, like a candle burning in the wind.

An even larger and more chaotic storm of soul power erupted within her body.

The cold majesty of the remnant soul of the Fox Ancestor and the faint yet incredibly tenacious will to survive belonging to Qing Li herself engaged in a fierce and extreme struggle deep within her sea of ​​consciousness.

Inside the stone house, the flame of the oil lamp was completely extinguished by the chaotic storm of soul power.

The milky white hot spring water churned violently as if boiling.

Little Jiu'er was already huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

After unleashing that decisive finger strike, Chu Ning felt as if all her strength had been completely drained. Her body went limp and collapsed to the ground, her consciousness surging in waves of excruciating pain, her vision blurring.

But he remained fixed on the figure struggling in agony in the pool, his bloodied fingers unconsciously digging into the cold ground. Qingli…come back…

It was as if I heard a call from the depths of his soul.

In the pool water, Qingli's body suddenly stopped trembling violently.

She slowly and with great difficulty raised her head.

Those eyes... the dark golden light receded and dissipated like a tide... replaced by a familiar clarity... only now, that clarity was filled with extreme exhaustion, deep-seated pain, and... a kind of bewilderment, almost exhaustion, after surviving a catastrophe.

The aura of the remnant soul of the Fox Ancestor vanished instantly, like the receding tide.

“Chu… Ning?” A faint, almost inaudible, hoarse voice, filled with heavy breathing and uncertainty, came out of Qing Li’s mouth with difficulty.

Her gaze pierced through the chaotic mist and landed on the collapsed figure on the ground, equally barely breathing.

Eyes facing each other.

This time, there was no fog of fear, no blank space in memory.

Only the heavy breathing of survivors.

Only a weary gaze that has pierced through life, death, and oblivion.

Only the faint yet persistent pulsation of the soul-guiding stone at the heart connects them.

A thousand words stuck in my throat. A thousand thoughts and feelings turned into a silent gaze.

Chu Ning tried to force a smile, but his lips twitched from the excruciating pain. He tried to say something, but only a hoarse, gurgling sound of blood and foam came from his throat.

Qingli looked at his disheveled appearance, at the ferocious, flickering soul crack between his brows, and at the pure worry and... the faint light of something lost and found in his eyes.

A surge of intense sorrow and indescribable warmth, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed all her defenses.

Tears welled up unexpectedly and surged forth. Not from fear, not from sorrow.

It was a mix of grievances, lingering fear, and... an indescribable complex feeling of finally finding one's way home.

Struggling, she dragged her exhausted body, still eroded by the black aura of death, and staggered to her feet from the warm spring water. Ignoring her soaked thin shirt, she walked unsteadily, step by step, toward the figure lying on the ground.

Water droplets dripped from her wet hair, mingling with scalding tears, and fell onto the cold stone ground.

Chu Ning watched her approach, saw the tears in her eyes, and saw her trembling hand reaching out to him.

Nearly.

closer.

Finally, that cold, damp, and slightly trembling hand, with a cautiousness that crossed the line between life and death, gently, very gently... landed on Chu Ning's equally blood-stained and cold hand.

The moment skin touches.

Om-!
There was no raging torrent of memories, no tearing pain.

Only a gentle, warm current, like a spring breeze and nourishing rain, flowed slowly from their touching fingertips, soothing their shattered soul cores and exhausted bodies and minds.

The light of the Soul-Guiding Stone shimmered quietly on Chu Ning's chest, like a star that had completed its final mission, its light gradually becoming more subdued and gentle.

Qingli slowly squatted down, tears silently sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto Chu Ning's hand, mingling with his blood.

She looked into his tired and empty eyes, her lips moved, and a thousand words ultimately turned into a soft, sigh-like, yet incredibly heavy whisper:

"Chu Ning..."

This call is no longer a question, no longer a search.

Yes, it's confirmed.

It is the way home.

In Chu Ning's blank eyes, the thick fog seemed to be quietly parted by this call and the warmth of her fingertips.

A faint, yet incredibly real, glimmer of light, like the dawn breaking through the clouds, quietly illuminated the deepest darkness.

He turned his hand back, using the last of his strength, and with an extremely slight yet incredibly firm grip... he grasped that cold hand in return.

Outside the door, the howling wind had stopped at some point.

A crystal-clear snowflake quietly slipped through the crack in the door, swirling and gently landing beside their tightly clasped hands.

The first snow fell silently on this valley that had just experienced a storm.

The bloodstains were covered, but this also signified a new beginning.

(End of this chapter)