Battle Through the Heavens: The Soul Emperor's Only Daughter, I Am the Young Master of the Soul

Chapter 83 Blade of the Abyss

As soon as he finished speaking, a massive surge of energy erupted from Yao Chen's body. He was determined to burn his soul power and spare no effort to separate the strange stone from Qing'er.

"Teacher, no!"

Hun Qinghao, who was already in a daze, felt a familiar soul fluctuation and was immediately jolted awake. He opened his eyes and saw Yao Chen burning his soul power, so he shouted anxiously.

Although Hun Qinghao's face was deathly pale and her voice was weak, her eyes shone brightly. "I saw what was inside the stone. The resonance between bloodlines can't be faked. Teacher, please let me try again!"

She didn't want to see her teacher burn her soul power, and just now, when she was in a daze, she saw a blurry outline in the purple crystal. It was shaped like a sword, but shorter and slightly curved than a normal sword.

She sensed no malice from it and felt a resonance with its bloodline, so she figured the shapeless dagger wouldn't harm her. Even if something strange happened in the end, her true form wasn't to be trifled with.

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Yao Chen struggled with his conscience for a moment before finally letting the energy fluctuations around him dissipate and nodding slightly.

Then, Hun Qinghao slowly closed her eyes and sank her consciousness into the crystal.

……

Inside the crystal, Hun Qinghao's consciousness avatar walked slowly.

Surrounded by a vast expanse of purple mist, with her current soul power, she could only see two or three meters around her, because this purple mist was actually soul energy scattered throughout this space.

Absorbing so much soul power would greatly help improve one's soul realm, but Hun Qinghao did not absorb it rashly.

"These soul powers... I actually feel a sense of familiarity with them!" Hun Qinghao murmured softly, unable to resist reaching out and brushing his fingertips across the purple mist in front of him. Suddenly, he was startled for no reason.

She seemed to see a towering figure, wielding a gleaming and sharp short blade, cutting through countless enemies whose outlines were indistinct, and finally standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The scene flashed by in an instant. Hun Qinghao reacted quickly, instinctively placing his hand on his heart, his eyes filled with horror. "What was that scene just now...?"

It actually stirred up her deep sadness and heartache!

hum!

At that moment, the space suddenly trembled, and a slight buzzing sound rang out. The next moment, the purple mist around Hun Qinghao churned and then converged to both sides, making way for her.

Looking at the road that led to an unknown destination, Hun Qing hesitated for a moment before finally stepping onto it resolutely.

Having come this far, she had no reason to back down, and she also wanted to figure out where the inexplicable sorrow in her heart came from.

The road seemed very long, and it took Hun Qing a long time to reach its end.

At the end of the road, amidst swirling wisps of purple energy, floats a dagger as clear and translucent as a purple crystal. It appears to be about sixty centimeters long, with a slightly curved blade.

"It's that short blade..." Her eyes narrowed sharply.

She had seen this short blade in the fleeting scene before; it was not only a powerful divine weapon, but also an exquisitely beautiful one, shimmering with a star-like brilliance.

Now, however, this once exquisitely crafted blade is covered with fine cracks on its crystal-clear body, and it has lost its starlight brilliance, looking dull and lifeless.

Hun Qinghao walked closer and looked at the dagger so close to her. The grief in her heart grew stronger and stronger, completely beyond her control.

"What exactly happened to turn you, who was once so dazzling, into what you are now..." she murmured involuntarily, her eyes wide with shock.

The dagger trembled, and its dim body suddenly burst forth with a purple glow, pulling Hun Qinghao into what seemed like another world.

Like an outsider, she witnessed the dagger's owner's battles and his most glorious moments.

But then the scene shifts, and the world is plunged into annihilation, with countless lives lost. The owner of the dagger and several of his friends go to the battlefield.

Their retreating figures were so resolute, so tragic...

The scene ended there, and those few figures from behind brought tears to Hunqing's eyes.

Even without the subsequent scenes, she could probably guess the ending, otherwise the divine weapon that followed its master into battle would not have ended up in the Dou Qi Continent.

After calming down, Hun Qinghao reached out and grabbed the hilt of the dagger.

In an instant, a chilling, murderous aura erupted.

Outside, Yao Chen anxiously waited by Hun Qinghao's side. When the killing intent erupted from within the crystal, his gaze instantly sharpened.

This sudden burst of murderous intent gave him a terrifying feeling of impending doom, as if he could see mountains of corpses and seas of blood before his eyes.

Just as Yao Chen was about to make a move, Hun Qinghao's aura gradually recovered, and her pale face slowly regained its rosy hue.

Seeing this, Yao Chen was stunned, immediately stopped, and muttered to himself, "Qing'er... succeeded..."

……

A flawless version after careful inspection!

After nightfall, the long moon hangs high in the sky.

The light emitted by the purple crystal gradually dissipated, and Hun Qinghao slowly opened her eyes and withdrew her hand from the stone.

Looking at her fair hands, she was slightly surprised that the cut she had made earlier had healed on its own!

"Qing'er, how are you?" Yao Chen immediately came up to ask with concern when he saw that Hun Qing had woken up.

Hun Qinghao smiled slightly at him and said softly, "I'm fine. Teacher guessed correctly. The thing inside the stone is indeed from my Hun clan."

After speaking, she formed a hand seal and injected a special talisman into the crystal.

As the talisman entered, the purple crystal burst forth with intense light, and the crystal slowly melted, revealing a purple crystal dagger covered with fine cracks before the two of them.

Yao Chen was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "There's actually a dagger hidden inside this strange stone!"

Hun Qinghao reached out and grasped the hilt of the dagger. Because of her bloodline, this once divine weapon was now at her disposal.

Her fingers gently traced the cracks on the blade, her voice tinged with sadness.

"This blade is called Tianyuan. It was the personal item of the first ancestor of my Soul Clan in ancient times. It followed the ancestor in his battles in the south and north, laying the foundation for the Soul Clan. Later, it developed spiritual consciousness and went into the sky with the ancestor."

"But for some unknown reason, the sword broke, its spiritual essence was damaged, and it returned to the Dou Qi Continent."

The soul power she saw inside the crystal was left behind by this ancestor, who originally intended to bring blessings to future generations.

However, Hun Qinghao did not want this soul power. Her soul was already powerful, and compared to her, the Tianyuan spiritual consciousness, which was facing dissipation, needed it more.

So when Tianyuan's consciousness briefly awakened, she gave him all the soul power sealed within the crystal.