Chapter 160: Pearl Martial Soul of the Nether Realm

Perhaps the instruction hadn't even begun before the Spirit Hall was annihilated, which is why he couldn't master the Thunder Dragon Six Tones.

Yue Yin thought silently.

But this also saves me a lot of effort.

Tie Li was able to grasp it so quickly, thanks to the cultivation he did inside Baidi, where a Plant Soul Beast assisted his practice, a process somewhat similar to this situation.

Yue Yin gave Tie Li no time to recover, and led him straight to a spot beneath a waterfall.

"Water amplifies thunder, causing its frequency to shift; under the waterfall's rush, the thunder frequency becomes extremely unstable;

you can first try releasing the frequency in the river, maintaining its inherent form; once you've roughly mastered it, you can cultivate under the waterfall."

This cultivation will undoubtedly be several times more difficult; training beneath the waterfall is likewise a physical cultivation process.

Tie Li first stepped into the river below the waterfall, attempting to release thunder; the multiple frequencies he emitted dissolved instantly upon entering the water, spreading outward, making them hard to control.

"Hm?"

Tie Li's brows involuntarily furrowed; this situation was beyond his expectations.

But since Yue Yin brought him here to train, it surely isn't futile.

This time, Tie Li spent a full two months before he could keep thunder's form underwater without it dispersing.

During that period, Yue Yin explained to Tie Li the technique of the Zhen tone.

He let his own thunder frequency dominate, assisting thirty‑two other thunder frequencies.

As long as one initially masters the Zhen tone, one can later increase thunder frequency based on one's command of thunder, boosting the Zhen tone's power.

Buzz.

A hammer struck, and the space around the hammer head trembled.

The surging Black Thunder possessed destructive power comparable to the Ten Thousand Year Soul Technique.

The sound of the Thunder Dragon Six Tones is not a sound wave but the frequency of thunder.

Whoosh.

A strange noise came from the grass beside the waterfall; one might have thought a Soul Beast was present.

However, emerging from the grass was a gravely wounded Soul Master, dressed in a the Spirit Hall Steward's attire, apparently clawed by an unknown Soul Beast; three deep wounds scarred his chest, vaguely revealing the organs inside.

The wounds exuded a ferocious, evil aura.

Yue Yin and Tie Li's first reaction was a Fallen Soul Master.

"Yue… City Lord, help…"

The the Spirit Hall Steward, upon seeing Yue Yin, held no past resentment, only deep relief that he had been saved.

Earlier, Yue Yin had anonymously reported the Fallen Soul Master to the WuHunZhuDian of Xinyue City.

From the Steward's wounds, it seemed he had been attacked by a Fallen Soul Master.

"Wait a moment."

Yue Yin saw Tie Li step forward, thought he intended to strike the the Spirit Hall Steward, and immediately stopped him.

The Fenglei Sect was annihilated by the Spirit Hall; as the sole surviving heir disciple, Yue Yin subconsciously assumed Tie Li would kill the Steward to vent his anger.

"What happened?"

"A group of Fallen Soul Masters… they used some evil ritual to grant ordinary people the combat power of low‑rank Soul Masters… they're numerous."

The the Spirit Hall Steward covered his wound, fear flashing in his eyes; he has pursued many Fallen Soul Masters, but most are solitary.

As long as the Spirit Hall exists, these Fallen Soul Masters find it hard to gather into a powerful force.

This time is different; clearly an organization is manipulating these Fallen Soul Masters to congregate.

The ordinary people under control underwent a ritual, gaining low‑rank Soul Master combat power, but losing their sanity;

Besides the evil aura of Fallen Soul Masters, they also bear the ferocity of Soul Beasts.

"Granting ordinary people low‑rank Soul Master abilities…" Yue Yin felt a faint unease.

Yue Yin plans to take the the Spirit Hall Steward back to Xin Yue Sect, have him inform the Spirit Hall, and dispatch more Soul Masters to deal with the Fallen Soul Masters here.

"This place may be unsafe; I'll take you back to Xinyue City first."

"Alright."

Tie Li also heard the Steward's words, realizing that Fallen Soul Masters were likely nearby.

"Hehe, he really can find another Soul Master."

A resentful voice, cold and hollow, emerged behind the three; the Fallen Soul Master's aura was no longer concealed, instantly raising alarm.

A gaunt, skeletal figure stepped out, wrapped only in a gray‑white husk, with bizarre markings etched on its pallid skin.

"City Lord Yue, be careful of him; his martial soul is strange." The the Spirit Hall Steward hurriedly summoned his martial soul and Soul Ring.

One white, one yellow, two purple; this Steward is also a Four‑Ring Soul Ancestor.

"Hehe, a Soul Saint? What a fine spirit."

The Fallen Soul Master's voice was hoarse and shrill, extremely unsettling.

Two yellow, two purple, two black!

Six Soul Rings floated beneath him; he is also a Soul Emperor, possessing two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.

His martial soul is a gray‑brown crystal sphere, human‑head sized, chaotic and ferocious, exuding a chilling aura.

Though merely a Soul Emperor, he shows no fear before Yue Yin, a Soul Saint; his gaze at her resembles a hunter's stare toward prey.

This look makes Yue Yin extremely uncomfortable.

"If you want to die, I'll grant it."

Two yellow, two purple, three black—seven Soul Rings appear; entering martial soul mode, Yue Yin immediately launched an offensive on the Fallen Soul Master.

The Fallen Soul Master showed no fear; his First Soul Ring lit up, the crystal sphere emitting a black evil light, accompanied by human screams and Soul Beast wails of agony.

Upon close inspection, you'll notice his First Soul Ring isn't merely yellow; crimson veins run across it.

Kill you, my Nether Domain Pearl will have the souls of five Soul Saints, hehe.

The Nether Domain Pearl can forcibly strip the souls of Soul Masters and Soul Beasts; once a soul is taken into the pearl, it becomes his puppet, to be commanded at will.

The Fallen Soul Master now controls the Nether Domain Pearl's martial soul, summons a multitude of souls that retain the appearance of their final moments before death—ferocious, mournful, fearful…

But what truly chills the nerves are the Soul Beasts' souls, which are fragmented, as if torn apart violently; the pain of a soul being ripped exceeds that of the flesh by far.

The Soul Master's soul retains its Soul Rings, but they are not the normal color; they are all gray.

Among them, four of the soul bodies each bear seven gray Soul Rings, which is the source of the Fallen Soul Beast's confidence.

In life they were Soul Masters who possessed beast martial souls; upon entering the Martial Soul Possession State, the aura they unleash is genuinely of Soul Saint level.

Besides the four Soul Saints, there are also seven Soul Emperors, three mutilated ten‑thousand‑year Soul Beasts; these are merely his main summoned forces. Within his Nether Domain Pearl, countless ferocious faces can be seen flickering intermittently.

Yue Yin's seventh Soul Ring lights up; under his Weapon Soul True Body, his combat power surges dramatically.

(End of chapter)