I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 949 - 620: Blood Demon Cult Headquarters, Shadowstrike Evolution 3

The Black Frost Blade was already his Lifebound Divine Artifact, and its speed of absorbing Spirituality was extremely fast.

As the beam of light fell upon the blade, a tall black figure slowly emerged from within it—it was the weapon soul of the Black Frost Blade, the Black Warrior. Clad in black-iron Battle Armor, his posture was burly and his expression stern. As Spirituality surged into him without end, his form grew increasingly solid; even the arc of each strand of hair was clearly visible. At a glance, he was no different from a real warrior, making it impossible to tell that in essence he was merely a wisp of weapon soul.

On the other side, the weapon soul of the Shadowstrike Sniper Rifle also slowly revealed itself. It was a black specter, without distinct facial features, only a pair of scarlet eyes that were especially piercing in the darkness.

Its speed of absorbing Spirituality was not as fierce as the Black Frost Blade’s, but it won out in its steady, methodical pace. Every wisp of Spirituality drawn into its body lent its aura a few more shades of eerie mystery.

Strangely, as Spirituality continued to nourish it, the black specter’s features did not become clearer. On the contrary, they grew ever more elusive and unfathomable; its form gradually turned transparent, as though in the next instant it would merge into the surrounding darkness and vanish completely. But Qin Tian knew well that this was precisely the true meaning of Shadowstrike—just as its name implied: hidden in the formless, silent and traceless. It seemed illusory and insubstantial, yet concealed the most lethal killing strike; once it attacked, it would go straight for the vital point, leaving the opponent not the slightest chance to catch their breath.

Before long, the Black Frost Blade was the first to drain all the Energy within its corresponding Spirituality light orb, and the luster on the blade grew even colder and keener.

The Black Warrior’s weapon soul did not retreat back into the blade as it usually did, but continued to stand at Qin Tian’s side, his calm gaze falling upon the black specter, as though he were silently watching an old friend he had known for many years, tranquil and gentle.

Qin Tian’s mind and spirit likewise focused entirely upon Shadowstrike.

He knew clearly in his heart that Black Frost, as his Lifebound Divine Weapon, had an incredibly deep foundation and boundless potential. No matter how much Spirituality it absorbed, it could digest it with ease, constantly breaking through and growing under the nourishment, with no need for him to worry.

But Shadowstrike was different. Its starting point had been nothing more than a Rune Sniper Rifle that could only snipe Tier Four Spiritualists. Even though it had later been strengthened again and again through his Talent to reach its current level, its innately weak base had always constrained its upper limit.

This time, whether it could use the Spirituality and weapon soul essence of the Ghost Coffin to break its shackles and take another step forward would all depend on this very moment.

Time flowed by, second after second. The Spirit Mist of the Spirit Pool grew denser and denser, and finally, the last trace of Energy from the Spirituality light orb was completely drawn into Shadowstrike’s gun body.

In an instant, the Shadowstrike Sniper Rifle trembled violently, and a low hum rang out from deep within the barrel.

Qin Tian’s mind was connected with the weapon soul of Shadowstrike; sensing its struggle, he did not hesitate in the slightest. The power of the [Soldier Immortal] surged forth like a rushing warm current, continuously pouring into Shadowstrike, providing it with solid support.

Gradually, Shadowstrike’s trembling grew more and more intense. The dark patterns on the gun’s surface began to light up, and the pitch-black barrel was shrouded in a faint layer of black.

The black specter weapon soul grew restless as well, its form repeatedly switching between solid and Invisible—at times becoming a clearly defined black silhouette, at times fading until it was nearly invisible, as if it might dissipate in the very next second.

Qin Tian’s heart tightened. He realized that Shadowstrike had already entered the critical phase of its evolution—this was a line between life and death. If it crossed, it would break free of its foundational shackles in one leap and become a top-tier sniper Divine Artifact in the current Cosmos, worthy of being called the Number One Gun in the Cosmos.

But if it failed to cross, it would be completely frozen at its current level, with virtually no hope of ever breaking through.

His mind was utterly focused, channeling the power of the [Soldier Immortal] outward in an endless flow, holding nothing back.

The Black Warrior still stood silently, his gaze fixed upon the black specter. A faint Energy ripple arose around him; though he did not directly intervene, it was as if he were silently watching over it.

The halo of the Spirit Pool grew ever more blazing, and all the Energy in the entire underground base was converging upon Shadowstrike. The air within the stone chamber seemed compressed, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

At last, supported by Qin Tian’s ceaseless flow of [Soldier Immortal] power and the black specter’s tenacious struggle, there came a moment when the Shadowstrike Sniper Rifle suddenly erupted with a blinding black light. That black light instantly pierced through the Spirit Mist and illuminated the entire underground base.

Immediately after, an invisible Domain spread out with Shadowstrike at its center, abruptly unfolding and covering the entire underground stone chamber in an instant. Within the Domain, the light dimmed, the air seemed to solidify, even the surging of the Spirit Pool slowed. An extreme aura of secrecy and lethalness spread out in all directions.

Buzz—

The low hum gradually faded, Shadowstrike’s trembling ceased entirely, and the black mist around the barrel slowly drew back, finally merging into the pitch-black gun body. The dark patterns flowed with a faint radiance, more condensed and sharper than ever before.

At the side, the black specter weapon soul no longer churned with agitation. Its figure, though still flickering and illusory, now carried a calm and sinister poise. A glint of Spirituality flashed through its scarlet eyes, and its aura became ever more restrained, as if merged with the entire Domain. Even if it stood right before one’s eyes, it would still be hard to sense its presence.

Qin Tian slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of wild joy and firm resolve passing through them, while the power of the [Soldier Immortal] at his fingertips gradually drew back. He knew that Shadowstrike had successfully evolved.