Tyrant Sky Martial Soul

”In that case, it seems you’ll have to visit the Tongue-ripping Hell first. It’s the first layer of the Eighteen Yin-Yang Realm, and there must be dragon inscriptions there. Although they might not be of high quality, just white inscriptions, they’ll suffice for now.”

The Yuan Venerate contemplated and said.

”What are white inscriptions? Are there levels to inscriptions?”

”Naturally, there are seven levels of inscriptions: white, green, blue, purple, red, gold, and rainbow.”

”What’s the difference?”

Ling Xiao asked again.

”The difference in power isn’t major because the power of the Blood Soul Talisman primarily depends on the martial artist’s own cultivation level, soul power, and martial soul level; it’s not much related to the inscription.

The differences in inscriptions lie in energy consumption, attack range, and nurturing time.

For instance, the white inscriptions consume more energy, require longer nurturing time, and have a smaller attack range.”

The Yuan Venerate explained in detail.

”I understand, no matter what, obtaining the inscription is key, right?”

Ling Xiao smiled and said.

”Yes, the good thing is, after crafting the Blood Soul Talisman, the inscription can be directly replaced without having to re-craft it.”

The Yuan Venerate shared some good news.

”It seems I need to cultivate here a while longer, I must first enter the Tongue-ripping Hell.”

Ling Xiao glanced at the Moon Lady outside and said.

”Do as you please. Xie Li and others are outside, everything’s well managed. Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, just remain as a symbol, a myth.”

The Moon Lady smiled and said, ”Fortunately, I followed this time, otherwise, you’d be running for your life again, right?”

”Yes, I didn’t expect there to be a strong person like Fei Yu here.”

Ling Xiao had to admit, it was indeed thanks to the Moon Lady arriving in time; otherwise, even if nothing happened to him, outside people would have been killed by Fei Yu a lot.

After speaking, he sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.

In the previous battle, after killing many Blood Demon Kings and Blood Demon Generals, ample energy was accumulated, but it hadn’t been integrated, hence he couldn’t open the Tongue-ripping Hell.

After sitting cross-legged for less than a quarter of an hour, Ling Xiao suddenly opened his eyes.

He discovered a strange giant gate hanging above his head.

The gate was closed, continuously emitting a terrifying aura from within.

Engraved above were four pitch-black characters ”Tongue-ripping Hell.”

Without hesitation, Ling Xiao directly pushed open the giant gate and walked in.

From an outsider’s perspective, he seemed to sit there without moving.

In truth, it was only his soul that entered the Tongue-ripping Hell.

In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed.

The Moon Lady sat there watching Ling Xiao, anxiety visible on her face.

At this time, half of Ling Xiao’s body began to transform, looking terrifying like a ghost charm.

This is the danger of cultivating in the Yin-Yang Realm.

Any martial artist entering the Eighteen layers of Hell must emerge within a certain time.

If unable to emerge, they’d completely become a fierce ghost, losing their own will.

Coming out too early, however, would hold no meaning; cultivation would still not succeed.

The optimal time is generally a shichen, but Ling Xiao’s stay in the Tongue-ripping Hell felt truly extended.

What surprised the Moon Lady was, an average person would have transformed into a fierce ghost after spending half a day, yet Ling Xiao’s body was just beginning to show some changes.

”Our little man sure has many secrets, doesn’t he?”

The Moon Lady smiled without any intent to pry into Ling Xiao’s secrets.

Her only hope now was for Ling Xiao to emerge soon, even the most special body and powerful soul would face issues if he stayed too long.

However, another half-day passed by.

Ninety percent of Ling Xiao’s body had transformed into a fierce ghost’s appearance. His entire body seemed covered by a layer of white bone material, only a small area where his eyes were uncovered.

This layer of white bone material looked rather beautiful, like armor encapsulating the martial artist’s body.

It even had a nice name, dubbed by Yin-Yang Realm martial artists as the ”Body of Hell.”

But a pleasant name doesn’t imply that it’s something good, the ”Body of Hell” means a martial artist’s soul has been completely devoured by hell, turning them into a living corpse.

The Moon Lady was truly anxious.

But she had no means.

Faced with such a situation, all she could do was watch and pray that Ling Xiao would create a miracle.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and finally, Ling Xiao’s entire body was encased by the white bone material.

While it looked incredibly cool, the Moon Lady’s face was grim.

This meant the little man she had always trusted had failed completely on his path to achieving the Second Layer of Yin Yang Realm cultivation level.

”Sister Moon, why so sad? I’m fine.”

A voice came from the mouth of the Body of Hell, startling the Moon Lady.

”Impossible, how can you speak to me in the form of the Body of Hell?”

The Moon Lady stood dumbfounded.

She had lived since the Ancient Era and had never seen such a thing.

”It’s not impossible. I entered the Tongue-ripping Hell using the soul core technique, and I found that the Body of Hell could enhance combat power, so I tried fully accepting it. Now it feels like it hardly affects me.”

Ling Xiao laughed, murmuring incantations, and in an instant, the Body of Hell reverted to his original form.

”You really scared me. Next time if you plan on doing this, at least give me a heads-up. I almost thought of accompanying you to death.”

The Moon Lady couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry, utterly helpless.

”Hehe, sorry, Sister Moon. I was worried that speaking would make the Body of Hell disappear, so I waited till it fully formed to speak.”

Ling Xiao chuckled, realizing that in the state of the Body of Hell, his dark power had an alarming boost.

He even felt confident that, in that state, he could definitely defeat a martial artist at the Yin-Yang Realm Fourth Level if confronted now.

This indeed was an unexpected gain.

However, the usage time for the Body of Hell should not exceed a quarter of an hour.

This was what Ling Xiao realized for himself.

After a quarter of an hour, he would gradually lose his sense of self, a terrifying prospect.

Although his combat power would continue to soar, he’d essentially attack indiscriminately, unable to tell friend from foe.

For Ling Xiao, unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t wish to lose his consciousness.

He still preferred to fight while maintaining clarity.

”Did you find the dragon inscription?”

The Moon Lady asked.

”I did, and it’s a green dragon inscription.”

Ling Xiao excitedly replied.

In the Eighteen layers of Hell, the best inscription available in the first three hells is usually blue. Finding a green one in the first layer was indeed extraordinarily lucky.

The white inscription requires double energy consumption to activate, with an attack range of only a meter square, a nurturing time exceeding twenty-four hours in the Mysterious World, resulting in only half an hour of combat time.

The green inscription is much better, activating with one and a half times the energy, expanding attack range to ten meters square, reducing nurturing time to twelve hours, while the combat time remains unchanged at half an hour.

But this already was a significant improvement.