C2 Profound Soul Spiritual Armor
It was unclear whether it was the jolt from the explosion or something else that triggered it, but memories of the cultivation methods used by the people of this world surfaced in his mind. Here, individuals could awaken their Soul Power in a variety of ways. Upon awakening, a person would become distinct from the average individual, and their social standing would rise significantly.
Soul Power, as it was known, was the soul concealed within the seven apertures of the brain. These souls could be transformed into power, referred to as the Human Soul on the Soul Weeping Continent. When fused with one's Spiritual Power, it was even possible to absorb a Beast Soul and harness it for oneself. This process of continually fortifying the soul aimed to achieve immortality.
The memories in his mind were organized as follows: Human Soul, Beast Soul, Artifact Soul, Plant Soul, Origin Soul, Earth Soul, Heavenly Soul, Devil Soul, and Divine Soul.
The body he had been reborn into belonged to a Soul Cultivator on the Soul Weeping Continent, whose formidable soul had granted him a lifespan of eight hundred years. Known for his reclusive and enigmatic ways, he was the leader of the Devil Clan and had earned the title of Devil Sovereign.
The Devil Clan Island Zone was a boon for Soul Cultivators and had long been coveted by the Great Qian Dynasty and various other powers. Over the past eight hundred years, each emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty had annually offered a trove of Soul Pills and a selection of exquisite beauties to the Devil Sovereign.
These offerings served a dual purpose: to appease the Devil Sovereign and to attempt to weaken his cultivation by tempting him with feminine allure. Yet the Devil Sovereign's lofty spirit and disdain for all else kept him solely focused on the pursuit of ultimate strength, utterly indifferent to the charms of women.
As a result, the harem swelled with over eight hundred stunning women who, deprived of the Devil Sovereign's affection, grew bitter with resentment. Little did anyone suspect that two hundred years prior, the Great Qian Dynasty had already been plotting in secret to overthrow the Devil Sovereign, expand their dominion, and claim exclusive control over the Devil Clan's territory.
They had covertly developed alternatives to the Soul Cultivator's methods, employing technology to embed signals within the Soul Pills annually presented to the Devil Sovereign. These signals were governed by an alien meteorite, functioning much like a modern TV remote control.
Over two centuries, the Devil Sovereign had ingested countless Soul Pills from the treacherous Great Qian Dynasty. His body's 108 Sinew Power Orbs had been fully infiltrated by these undetectable signals.
Half a month prior, the Devil Sovereign attended a banquet hosted by the Great Qian Dynasty. There, they manipulated the signals using the alien meteorite, throwing the Devil Sovereign's internal signals into chaos. The Sinew Power Orbs clashed against each other, ultimately leading to a catastrophic explosion.
In that instant, the Devil Sovereign's eight centuries of accumulated Soul Power were violently expelled.
Had it not been for his extraordinary willpower, which allowed him to engage in a bloody battle with the royal and sect experts within the palace and fight his way out, his body would now be displayed on the palace walls.
"Damn it, the Great Qian Dynasty has really crossed the line. To eliminate the Devil Sovereign and secure a worry-free reign, they schemed for two hundred years. Why didn't they channel that determination into their cultivation?" Lei Yan fumed with rage as he cursed.
As a former Soldier King, Lei Yan had no tolerance for betrayal. The Devil Sovereign's plight ignited a fierce anger within him. "Devil Sovereign, from this moment on, I am you, and you are me. Your enemies are mine to confront."
"Devil Sovereign, surrender now. If you comply, we will petition the current Emperor to spare your body," a booming voice called out just as Lei Yan resolved to take action.
He looked up to see dozens of Taoists approaching, swords slung across their backs, their faces alight with anticipation, eager as if on a hunt for good fortune. To them, the Devil Sovereign was a ticket to riches; capturing him for the Emperor would surely bring them power and wealth. Their excitement was palpable.
The man leading the group was a tall, middle-aged figure with graying hair, clad in a green Taoist robe adorned with a Tai Chi symbol on the front and golden dragons embroidered on the sleeves. He wielded a sword in one hand and a horsetail whisk in the other, exuding a powerful aura befitting a grandmaster. He was none other than Zhao Pengfei, the sect master of the Green Spirit Immortal Palace atop the mountain.
A group of Taoists swiftly encircled Lei Yan, swords at the ready, eyeing him with caution. "Devil Sovereign, we can no longer sense the Spiritual Power leaking from your body. Your cultivation has been depleted; you have not a trace left. There's no point in a desperate struggle. Any one of our disciples could defeat you now," declared a tall Taoist nun emerging from behind Zhao Pengfei.
The nun was strikingly beautiful, her blue Taoist robe complementing the jade crown atop her head, with a jade hairpin slotted elegantly into her hair. Her long tenure as a nun seemed to have imbued her with an air of serene detachment, rendering her unappealing to men.
"Really?" Lei Yan scoffed. Without hesitation, he targeted a disciple and launched a Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle with a flick of his wrist.
In a flash, the needle pierced the disciple's forehead, leaving a gruesome hole as the disciple's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, lifeless. It was a critical moment, and Lei Yan knew he had to make a statement to deter the others from thinking he was defenseless. If they swarmed him, the needles in his Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle might not suffice.
In under two seconds, the tide had turned. The faces around him shifted from eager anticipation to sheer terror. "Come on, weren't you all eager to capture me just a moment ago?" Lei Yan taunted, spinning in place with the Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle in hand. "Damn it, you were all looking at me like I was some rare panda, faces flushed with excitement."
Witnessing Lei Yan's gaze, the encircling disciples involuntarily stepped back, the recent display of power having instilled a deep-seated fear within them.
The tall Taoist nun standing next to Zhao Pengfei seized the moment when Lei Yan surveyed the crowd. With a swift wave of her hand, a long, transparent golden arm extended and grasped Lei Yan's wrist, the one wielding the spear.
Lei Yan, still reveling in the thrill of daunting the onlookers, suddenly felt his right hand enveloped by an unseen force, tugging it upward and sending the Fierce Soul Bloodthirsty Needle veering off course.
The other disciples, witnessing this turn of events, lit up with excitement as if they had just won a massive lottery jackpot. They drew their swords in unison and charged at Lei Yan with the fervor of heroes on a righteous quest, their faces alight with the anticipation of fortune.
However, just when it seemed the Devil Sovereign was on the brink of defeat, a tumultuous black mist erupted from his body. The mist swiftly solidified into a patchwork of armor. Clad in this armor, Lei Yan's presence intensified dramatically, transforming him into a veritable war deity.
As the disciples' blades made contact with the armor, a shockwave burst forth, rippling out like waves on water. They were sent sprawling, and upon closer inspection, lay in the rubble, blood streaming from every orifice, their battles ended in an untimely peace.
"The Profound Soul Spiritual Armor, six hundred years in the making... Quick, aim for his heart," Zhao Pengfei, who had remained on the sidelines, cautioned with a vigilant look. Brandishing his whisk, he pointed at the imposing figure of the Devil Sovereign, "If he completes the armor, we're all doomed."
Hearing this, the tall Taoist nun swiftly unsheathed her sword and thrust it towards Lei Yan's heart.
