Chapter 427 - Cells Of The Soul (1/2)

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The Dead Soul Sea was a desert of red sand. Beneath this red sand was a Dead Soul, siphoning the soul energies of living creatures to fuel their perpetual state of Immortality. If the existence had to resort to such passive means to absorb and refine soul energies, then it meant it was too far gone and relying solely on instincts while in hibernation.

While that was a fancy way to put it, in truth, it was essentially brain dead. A Dead Soul, despite being an Infernal Deity, had lost their Soul Flame, replacing it with another medium, typically a Hell Altar of the Infernal Path, allowing one to become an Infernal Forger.

If the Hell Altar went missing or was destroyed, then their pseudo-Soul Flame would essentially dissipate. A normal human would enter a true vegetative state of being between the living and dead. They couldn't conceive a personality, process or possess memories, or even hold thoughts. Despite that, their soul, mind, and physical body(If they had one) could still remain healthy.

From his estimation, Yan Zaizen knew this Dead Soul held true to its name, and was a true Dead Soul. Likely, they had been here since the formation of the Xiantu Realm or when it was recently conceived. Perhaps this continent was the location it hoped to rest and recover until an incident occurred, or an entirely different reason.

Regardless, his means to elongate his life through the Dead Soul's immortality was this red sand.

”What is this sand exactly?” Lin Feilin asked, her voice still effused shock and an uncomfortable tinge knowing that a Dead Soul and an Infernal Deity was beneath them. In fact, she unconsciously used her true essence to lift her away from the sand, unwilling to come in contact with it.

”This? Oh, just the cells of the Infernal Deity.” He said with a wide smile and chuckle.

”Ah!” Lin Feilin exclaimed, lifting herself higher as a result. Her gaze focused below, unable to comprehend how these fine particles of sand were cells of an Infernal Deity. She asked with a quivering voice, ”H-How?”

Yan Zaizen inspected the red sand, looking here and there while walking a few feet forward and then to the left. He slid his feet across the red sand, pushing a little away. ”The Infernal Deity was an Asura. While it's not the same, the Heavenly Path's World Law of the Soul has a unique conceptual law called the Cells of True Soul Law.

”It's quite interesting. When I had gained knowledge of it, albeit only a glimpse, I learned that the difference between the living body and soul had very little differences. In fact, they were nearly identical in construction and design. Except a few details, like one being purely spiritual and the other being physical.

”As a Herculean, I can not only create an avatar, but expand my form thanks to the physical energies in my body. With the Fiendgod Path, one that focused purely on physical energies, a drop of blood from a high-level figure could drown a minor planet.” He tried to explain, but after reaching this point, he halted. The next bit of detail was too complicated to simply put in words.

Instead, he lifted his right palm and used his nail from his left hand to slice across it. A fine cut was performed, followed by a drop of blood exiting. It was crimson with a tinge of golden. This was the influence of his Heavenly Dao Seed on his physical body. He had used it to accelerate his cultivation and this was one of its side effects.

The glorious drop of blood appeared and space itself started to tremble slightly. Old Man Bo shook, nearly losing his footing. He had to rely on his qi essence to restore his balance.

”This was all caused by a drop of blood?!” He couldn't help but be shocked.

”Each drop of my blood has an immense amount of blood energies, a sub-type of physical energy. It encompasses its own Mortal Law as well. That being said,” he flicked the drop of blood into the sky until it reached a thousand feet into the sky. Then, he released his control of his blood.

Lin Feilin, Old Man Bo, and the snow-white puppy gazed upwards and saw the drop of blood. A shadow appeared overhead, and their curious expressions slowly shifted. Firstly, disbelief. Then, complete shock with gaped mouths. And finally, their jaws dropped and a tinge of fear appeared in their eyes as they erected protective wards.

Woosh!

A rain of crimson-golden blood dropped ceaselessly from the sky like a heavy downpour, drenching their wards and turning the red sand crimson. Yan Zaizen didn't move, his physical aura caused the rain of blood that covered nearly three miles to evade him.

It continued to pour for sixteen seconds. A full sixteen seconds!

Only then did it cease, and the sky regained its original view.

”This is simply the unrestrained blood of my Nascent Herculean Physique. If I was at my peak, I could flood this continent with a single drop. My blood cells and other cells are condensed and compressed to the utmost, and its why my physical body is so strong and durable, due to that density. Trying to cut my flesh is like trying to cut through a steel block of flesh and ocean of blood.” Yan Zaizen calmly finished his explanation, a smile on his face.

Lin Feilin and Old Man Bo were still shocked, their minds reeling. Even though she was a True Essence Realm expert with thousands of years of experience, she didn't know this trait of physical cultivators. In truth, this was merely a byproduct of Fiendgods and those that cultivate physical energies.