Chaotic Sword God Chapter 3972: The Seven Souls Awaken

The ferocious energy tempest raged wildly within the Primeval Divine Hall. It stemmed from the Divine Formation of the Heavens' activation. Even just the residual force presented a grave danger to certain early Immortal Exalts.

Jian Chen avoided confronting the backlash head-on. He remained at a safe distance, relying on the Primeval Divine Hall's inherent power and its sturdy construction to buffer against this energy surge.

After all, the Primeval Divine Hall qualified as a sovereign god artifact. Although the Divine Formation of the Heavens had grown remarkably stronger, it remained unable to inflict any harm upon the divine hall.

Following two successive assaults, the Divine Formation of the Heavens dimmed noticeably, yet the fifty thousand Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals powering it had not depleted their energy fully. Roughly twenty percent lingered still.

This outcome brought an irrepressible grin to Jian Chen's face.

Previously, every Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal would exhaust themselves after just one strike.

Yet today, despite unleashing two barrages, these Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals retained some strength.

Such progress marked a tremendous leap forward.

“Sect master, the Divine Formation of the Heavens now possesses genuine offensive and defensive capabilities. While active, its barriers prove so formidable that even at my full strength, I'd find them difficult to shatter.” The Thousand Soul Demon Exalt's tone brimmed with unrestrained delight. As a key participant in the formation's assembly, he naturally desired its maximum potency.

Jian Chen gazed upon the Divine Formation of the Heavens formed by his disciples. He recognized that its dramatic enhancement arose from uniting all fifty thousand Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortals. This achieved a fundamental prerequisite, releasing portions of its latent abilities.

Should even a single Nine-heavenly Xuan Immortal be absent, the Divine Formation of the Heavens would fail to execute a second attack.

Going forward, with growing numbers of Immortal Monarchs, Immortal Emperors, and Immortal Exalts, the Divine Formation of the Heavens would progressively reveal its dreadful power as a Grand Exalt's creation.

Suddenly, a quiver rippled through Jian Chen's soul. This feeling caused his eyes to narrow sharply. As though an old memory resurfaced, a blend of reminiscence and complex emotions flickered in his gaze.

Instantly, his consciousness dove into his soul space. At the heart of his vast sea of consciousness, the twin swords, the Primeval artifact spirit, and the Source of Life combined forces to restrain the Ancestor of the Clear and Cloudy's soul. The latter barely held onto a tiny area, appearing utterly defenseless now.

Seven minuscule points of light floated in a distant corner of Jian Chen's sea of consciousness.

Jian Chen fixed his gaze on the seven points of light, slowly registering astonishment.

During his time on the Desolate Plane among the forty-nine great planes of the Saints’ World, he had discovered the remnants of eight experts buried deep beneath the earth. From their enduring wills, he acquired eight golden cores of laws.

These seven points of light represented the lingering souls of seven among those experts.

With Jian Chen's present comprehension, how could he fail to discern their intentions?

They had concealed themselves using the golden cores of laws to slip unnoticed into his sea of consciousness. Their goal was rebirth once their souls regained vitality.

Such a rebirth technique would inflict severe damage on the host body. It might even amount to outright possession, seizing control entirely.

In those days, the seven experts' souls were profoundly weak, compelling them into deep dormancy. At last, they appeared to have recuperated sufficiently, displaying hints of stirring.

Jian Chen had transformed utterly since then. Consequently, the moment these seven alien souls hinted at awakening, he detected them without delay.

“You stir first among them, though merely exhibiting initial signs of revival at present. Full awakening will likely require more time. No matter, I'll assist your emergence to hasten it.” Jian Chen regarded one of the light specks. Then, without pause, he consumed a soul-nourishing heavenly resource. Yet he refrained from taking in any of its vast energy. Rather, he directed it all toward the soul on the verge of stirring.

This mid-grade God Tier heavenly resource proved immensely advantageous to the soul. Upon taking in the abundant energy, the soul visibly grew robust.

Nevertheless, in Jian Chen's perception, their souls stayed exceedingly frail, so weak that he could annihilate them effortlessly.

“I’ve finally roused… yet… who am I? And where might this be?”

From the newly awakened soul, a confused whisper echoed.

Among the seven light specks in Jian Chen's sea of consciousness, one had faded away without a trace. It had morphed into a hazy, diminutive form.

Diminutive, as it measured only a handspan in height.

As the small form solidified, her outline sharpened progressively. Delicate features emerged clearly.

She embodied captivating allure. A pair of radiant golden wings adorned her back. As she spread them, a golden radiance bloomed outward. She radiated a sacred aura.

Jian Chen promptly recalled the colossal female being, towering three hundred meters, he had witnessed in the Desolate Plane's subterranean chamber. Then, she exuded invincible dominance, cloaked in unyielding battle fervor—a war goddess incarnate.

Jian Chen remained silent, merely watching her in quiet observation.

The winged woman creased her brow, straining to recollect. Fresh from slumber, she had not yet retrieved her history. Bewilderment clouded her eyes as she scanned her surroundings intermittently and examined her own form.

It took considerable time before fragments returned, and she seemed to reclaim her sense of self. Her vacant gaze ignited with clarity as a subtle smile curved her lips.

“I… understand… I never imagined our scheme would truly prevail. We escaped our bonds and evaded doom via this path, securing another chance at life. I merely wonder how many years passed in my sleep,” the woman murmured. She sensed a vital recollection eluding her still. Just as she probed deeper, her attention drifted involuntarily to the six adjacent light specks.

The six dormant souls captured her focus instantly. Upon noting their profound weakness, still unroused, joy surged within her.

In that instant, her soul dissolved into mist and swiftly enshrouded one of the souls. As she attempted to consume it, intricate ancient patterns surfaced on the target. They brimmed with profundity, embodying the essence of cosmic truths.

“An oath of ways?” Surprise flashed across the woman’s face. Only then did memory flood back, and she uttered with regret, “Ah, yes. In those times, we bound ourselves with an oath of ways, vowing not to betray each other until reclaiming our forms and ascending to Grand Prime once more. Breakers of the oath face soul annihilation.”

“I consented to such a vow back then to shield against their aggression. Who knew it would constrain me now. What a shame, truly…”

“Ah, yes, there was that youth who first claimed my golden core of laws. I wonder his cultivation level. He must have attained Infinite Prime by now, surely?”

At that juncture, the woman appeared fully roused. Past events resurfaced in her mind. As her gaze swept the sea of consciousness anew, her expression twisted in shock. She exclaimed instinctively, “This is his soul? No, how can that youth’s soul wield such might!?”