Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 2532 -Fifth Holy Soul

Chapter 2532 – Fifth Holy Soul

Being able to use soul hairs to nourish the growth of the divine souls of others to the point of helping them reach the fifth holy soul level was an impressive talent of the Deepsoul Gongyang Clan. Tianming would also have to use Deepsoul Dreamwalking at the same time, of course.

This way of cultivating the soul was more stable and focused on gradual, immovable growth, unlike some techniques of the Greenhill Yushan Clan or the ebons, which were better for offense and control. The Gongyang Clan’s techniques also had elements of nature and resonance with the world. Their soul hairs could be used to gather soul energy to be used to infuse into the souls of their juniors. Soul infusion came at a bit of a cost to the one performing it. So, Gongyang Yan was paying some kind of due for Tianming’s sake, making up for his sole crippling weakness. Tianming was all too grateful for that. They chose Skyhold Pavilion to perform the soul infusion. As Skyhold Palace was situated atop a floating island, the pavilion was located so high up that it almost touched the astralguard formation of Gladeus. Right above them, pink hellstar reaper sword condensate could be seen.

“I’ll leave you guys to it while I go hunt down some more rats! They keep playing hide and seek with me in recent years, how interesting.” Speaking of that, Lin Xiaodao couldn’t help but grab a locust on the table. “It’s all thanks to Master Chen’s all-seeing eyes! Without them, I won’t be able to wipe out the ebon rats that are hiding underground even after countless generations! Master Chen, here’s a toast to your amazing prowess!”

He poured some of the Dragon Piss into the mouth of the little metal locust. “Master Chen, you truly can hold your drink!”

The locust burped and walked around erratically before it collapsed on the stone table, foaming from its mouth as its eyes spun. It was as if it had been completely dried out from the alcohol.

“Amazing, Master Chen! Even your drunk behavior feels classy!” Lin Xiaodao picked it back up and kept on praising it. Aside from praising Yin Chen, Lin Xiaodao also called Ji Ji ‘Mistress Ji’ for the great help it offered during the battle. Those two were absolute treasures of Gladeus.

“Trash!” Gongyang Yan cursed Lin Xiaodao as he walked away before she pushed Tianming onto the ground and stood on top of him. It felt like there was a mountain on his back. He recalled the sweet and dreamy days when Mu Ziyan had helped him cultivate his soul and contrasted it against Gongyang Yan’s style and felt like crying.

She stretched lazily and knocked on his head a few times. “That’s a tough head, alright.”

“It’s just about average,” Tianming said, feigning humility.

“The harder it is, the more it’ll hurt. I’ll be putting some thousand holes in your head, so it can’t be avoided. It’s your first time, after all, so it’s bound to hurt. No worries. Once you get into the flow, you’ll be able to feel rising pleasure.”

Tianming suddenly felt nervous, but he insisted on playing tough. “It’s fine. My greatest strength is pain endurance. I’ll forge ahead bravely.”

“Very well, then I won’t hold back.” A crooked sneer appeared on her face.

“Fuck!” Tianming felt that he had boasted too soon. Even though he was looking ahead, he could see Gongyang Yan’s hair dance wildly before his eyes. Like countless poisonous snakes baring their tongues, they wrapped around Tianming’s head from all directions. His heartbeat began to hasten and he gripped his fists tight.

“Young man, endure it. It’ll pass soon. Relax.” Gongyang Yan’s dreamy voice allowed him to use Deepsoul Dreamwalking to drift into sleep. However, it wasn’t true deep sleep. His caelum was still around and hadn’t entered the Xenoworld, while his vita was in a half-asleep state. Only then could the dreamwalking effect be achieved, which was the core of soul cultivation. In this half-asleep, half-awake state, his soul began to be nourished. For a time, Tianming enjoyed being in that state, yet when Gongyang Yan’s soul hair pierced into his head, his face immediately flushed red.

“Fuck!” How was that only a little painful? Tianming grit his teeth so hard that his lips flapped faster than Feiling’s wings. It felt like his head was exploding as thousands of needles drilled their way into his skull! It was the kind of pain that made him doubt whether he was still alive. After going through the skull, the hairs even pushed apart his astrons to squeeze deeper in. “Oh… aah! Aaah! Aaagh!”

Fortunately, his willpower was still strong enough to cause him to focus on Feiling’s beautiful appearance in his mind. He directed his attention to his lower body beneath his spine. He felt rather impressed by his own quick wit. Ling’er truly is my saving grace.

By then, the soul hair had gone into his astral brain, the most special of all seven astral organs as well as the most crucial. That was where his sea of consciousness was located. The astrons there were far denser than those of the heart, making it the brightest part of the heptastar cosmic physique.

When the pain began to numb, it no longer felt as frightening. Tianming could feel the nourishment from her sixth cosmic soul when the soul hair entered his sea of consciousness. The pain he had felt before turned into actual nourishment, ushering him into a new dreamwalking state.

“Alright, you don’t need to do anything else. Once you land, you’ll reach the fifth holy soul,” she said. Tianming was quite relieved to hear that.

How great it is to have a senior watching over me! He let himself slip into a delirious state and comfortably expanded his vita. Gongyang Yan’s soul hair finally connected to his vita properly and started nourishing his growth. In the dreamwalking state, Tianming’s vita drunkenly wandered his sea of consciousness all the while it grew stronger. One of the reasons Gongyang Yan loved drinking so much was that it was really similar to the drunken manner in which she cultivated her soul. In fact, the whole Gongyang Clan was a clan of alcoholics. Some of them who had worse talent had to rely on alcohol to dreamwalk.

Time passed as Tianming lay at the mercy of Gongyang Yan. Eventually, one whole month passed, but his soul’s level kept on growing. By the time he felt that he ran into an abrupt stop and woke up, three months had passed.

“Huh?” He shook his head and opened his eyes slightly, still feeling somewhat dazed. He soon found that the sensitivity and power of his soul had grown by leaps and bounds. All three parts of his soul, the caelum, terra, and vita, had reached the same level. He also found that the tiny person in the Soul Tower had entered a brand new level. “Fifth holy soul!”