Chapter 142 - Hell Path - Infernal Forger (2/2)

Looking towards the sky-blue orb, his eyes flickered with greed. He knew first hand the brilliance of a Regalia. He had to obtain it. If the hell path could be bypassed then perhaps the heavenly path could too!

”I'm going!” With that, he immediately executed Herculean Avatar Art, taking a step forward, he swiftly advanced towards the Hell Altar. He landed on the altar's top platform. Ma Xiuren, however, didn't follow. Her eyes were filled with wariness, but she didn't retreat, only maintained her location. If one looked closely at her tiny body, they'll see her vital energies stimulated in a state of readiness.

As he arrived on the platform, his heated gaze honed onto the sky-blue orb. It emitted faint fluctuations of the soul, but it felt faintly different than soul energy he was familiar with. It was more like it embodied the core of the soul. Just being near it, he could feel his soul pull towards it with an intense desire of possession. Whether it came from his soul or the orb, he couldn't really tell.

”What concept does this Regalia embody?” He curiously inquired.

”It should be related to phantoms,” Pinaka responded, a little uncertainty could be heard in her voice.

”I wonder...what would happen if I refined this Regalia into my body.” He silently pondered, but he had a faint intuition that doing so would lead to his certain death. At least, doing so at this moment.

”Hurry. Take it and leave!” Pinaka urged.

”Mhm.” Nodding in understanding, he reached to grab the sky-blue orb. He expected something tremendous to happen, like the collapse of the hell altar, when he grabbed the sky-blue orb. However, the moment his palm came into contact with the sky-blue orb, his body radiated faint traces of brilliant white and inky black light. It intertwined with the sky-blue light the orb emanated as if fighting off some unknown concept.

”This…?” Yan Zaizen was shocked. It seemed that in the span of a second, his physical body which contained the laws of life and death was ferociously exchanging innumerable blows with the regalia's law of the soul in an epic battle! To him, it felt like a slight pinch of the palm.

In reality, if Yan Zaizen hadn't refined a Regalia into his physique, then his soul would've been pulled into the orb and converted into a phantom-like existence. However, how could his concepts allow such domineering thing to occur?! If Yan Zaizen died, so did they!

The sky-blue light was quickly subdued. It yielded, unable to contend with the unified effort of two World Laws. Yan Zaizen could see the sky-blue light dim slightly, but with that, he completely grasped the orb without resistance. Even Pinaka didn't have any experience regarding these things, therefore, she didn't warn him of the possible dangers of touching the orb.

Her previous master only reached the sovereign-level in the Mortal Law of Archery, which was a middle-tier Mortal Law, how could she know the unique characteristics of a Regalia based off a World Law? In fact, her master never created a Regalia of the Heavens.

As he held the orb in his hand, he felt that the conceptual law within it didn't pertain to phantoms. It was more like...processing…

PSH!!!

”...wha?” Yan Zaizen looked downwards at his chest. His pupils constricted in disbelief!

There was a sword as white as snow pierced into his chest. It faintly rippled in and out of existence as if it wasn't made from real materials but a construct of the ethereal soul. Even though he could visibly see it, his other senses couldn't find any semblance of its existence!

PATUI!

A spurt of blood leaked from his mouth, his throat choking slightly on the sudden surge of blood. From the placement of this blade, his heart was thoroughly sliced apart. For a cultivator, especially a soul cultivator, the best way to kill someone was destroying their heart. If someone possesses a profound soul cultivation, they could, theoretically, survive a beheading. However, regardless of what cultivation path you take, a destroyed heart essentially meant death!

The heart, after all, contained the source of your lifeforce! Unless your soul could exist outside of your body, you're dead.

THUD!

His body fell powerlessly on the hell altar like a puppet with its strings cut, his vision felt out of focus and distorted, and he could feel a profound sensation of death wrap around his body. The edges of his lips quivered in disbelief, shock, defiance, and anger! It twitched as if he wanted to roar to the heavens, but he couldn't feel connected to his physical body or soul at all.

Was this how death felt?

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