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In the Dantian of Aotian, the golden Transformation Technique had swelled to the size of an adult's fist, faintly resonating with the sound of Dragon's Roar.
At that moment, the Transformation Technique suddenly expanded, becoming several times stronger than before in an instant.
A fierce aura was released from Aotian's body, instantly turning the surrounding weeds into debris that floated in the air.
Yan's gaze slightly sharpened as he said, "He has broken through to the Postnatal Nine Levels. If nothing goes wrong, he will soon open the Second Brain Sea."
Aoyan's delicate jade hand subtly trembled. Although she was confident that Aotian could become a Soul Practitioner, she still couldn't help but worry. After all, countless individuals aspiring to become Soul Practitioners had perished at this stage.
Yan seemed to notice Aoyan's concern and smiled, saying, "Don't worry. That kid has absorbed so much Night Crystal; his Soul Power is several times stronger than that of an average person. Now is precisely the moment he is breaking through to the Postnatal Nine Levels. His vitality and spirit are at their peak, so he will definitely not fail!"
Yan's tone was filled with certainty, which slightly eased Aoyan's anxious heart, but her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the young man sitting cross-legged not far away, as if fearing something might go wrong.
The cave returned to its previous silence, but this tranquility did not last long before a roar akin to that of a wild beast echoed continuously.
Aotian was seen holding his head with both hands, his eyes wide open like copper bells. The once clear black and white of his eyes were now filled with bloodshot veins, and his face was as pale as paper.
"Ah..."
A low growl continuously emanated from Aotian's throat.
Both Yan and Aoyan wore heavy expressions as they looked at Aotian, who seemed to have lost his sanity, their hearts filled with anxiety.
Suddenly, Aotian spat out a mouthful of blood onto a rock, his face appearing quite dim, yet his eyes were full of vitality.
"Did he succeed?" Aoyan immediately asked anxiously.
Yan exhaled lightly and said,
"It seems that the Second Brain Sea has been successfully opened. The next step is to draw the soul into the Second Brain Sea."
Aoyan listened, her face still heavy with concern. She knew this was the most critical step; if Aotian failed, it would truly be a disaster.
Seeing her expression, Yan seemed to recall something, and his face gradually became serious.
Aotian slowly exhaled and then formed intricate hand seals. Suddenly, an invisible pressure filled the cave.
"Is this the pressure of the soul? It really is somewhat Extraordinary!" Aoyan remarked lightly, then her delicate middle finger, as smooth as mutton fat, bent and flicked lightly into the air, instantly dissipating the encroaching pressure.
"Haha, the soul pressure emitted by a powerful Soul Practitioner is enough to immobilize some martial artists. Aotian still has quite a distance to go before reaching that level," Yan Xiao commented from the side.
At that moment, a hoarse roar echoed again, louder than before.
Aotian's handsome face was now marked with blue veins that moved like mudfish, appearing quite terrifying.
"Aotian, hold on!" Aoyan urged, her hands tightly clenched, palms already slick with sweat.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a thunderous cry resounded, and a thick layer of soul pressure enveloped the cave once more.
This pressure was more than ten times stronger than before!
A flash of relief crossed Yan's eyes, and then he waved his sleeve lightly, causing the pressure to gradually dissipate.
"Senior, has Aotian succeeded?" Aoyan asked nervously.
Yan smiled and nodded slightly.
Seeing Aoyan's confirmation, Aotian's heart gradually relaxed.
On the stone ground, Aotian sat cross-legged like a monk in meditation, and the pallor on his face slowly turned rosy.
In Aotian's mind, a black dot about the size of a grain of rice quietly floated. From a distance, it appeared quite strange.
Aotian's consciousness focused on that black dot, and in an instant, he discovered that the surrounding space underwent a tremendous change.
Within that black dot, the space was infinitely vast, with no end in sight.
In this infinite space, there was a phantom figure about the size of a palm sitting cross-legged, eyes tightly closed, as if in deep meditation.
When Aotian saw that phantom figure, his face instantly filled with overwhelming joy.
This space was the Second Brain Sea that Aotian had opened up, and that phantom figure was Aotian's soul. The soul residing in the Second Brain Sea meant that Aotian had officially become a Soul Practitioner!
In the cave, Aoyan asked with confusion, "Senior, since Aotian has already become a Soul Practitioner, why hasn't he woken up yet? Could something have happened?"
As she spoke, a hint of worry appeared on her delicate face.
"Cough cough, Sister Yan, I'm fine!" Aotian's voice suddenly echoed.
"You see, didn't I just wake up?" Yan said lightly with a smile.
Aoyan's figure flashed and appeared in front of Aotian, her gaze scanning him from top to bottom.
Aotian wore a white robe; although his face still bore youthful features, it already had handsome contours. At this moment, compared to before, Aotian seemed less sharp and more ethereal.
However, if someone thought this young man was harmless, they would likely pay an unbearable price.
“Aotian, have you become a Soul Practitioner?” Aoyan stared intently at Aotian's face and asked.
Aotian gently stroked Aoyan's delicate face, and instantly, a blush spread across her cheeks.
“Yes!”
With the utterance of those two words, joy flickered on both Aoyan's and Yan's faces.
Suddenly, Aoyan's dark eyes rolled around mischievously.
She pushed off the ground with her foot and swiftly retreated, a powerful Mystical Energy emanating from her right palm. She exclaimed:
“Aotian, take this!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Aoyan's delicate hand struck towards Aotian with a sound that tore through the air.
Seeing this, Aotian smiled slightly. An invisible Soul Power surged from within him, quickly forming a barrier the size of a person in front of him. The force from Aoyan's strike was blocked by that barrier, and ultimately, both forces dissipated into nothingness.
Aoyan's eyes sparkled as she said, “Is this the power of a Soul Practitioner? It truly is extraordinary!”
Yan chuckled lightly at Aotian and said, “Since ancient times, Soul Practitioners have been divided into nine levels, each with early, mid, and late stages. You are currently an early-stage Level One Soul Practitioner.”
Upon hearing this, Aotian couldn't help but click his tongue. It seemed he still had a long way to go before reaching the pinnacle of strength.
Standing beside Aotian, Aoyan seemed to sense his disappointment. She reached out and tightly grasped his hand, saying, “No matter what the future holds, I will always walk with you!”
The emotion in Aotian's eyes flashed by, and he firmly grasped Aoyan's delicate and tender hand, nodding resolutely.
Yan glanced at the two of them and said:
"Aotian, while the Night Crystal from the Night Demon has been quite helpful to you, you cannot always rely on it to break through. Otherwise, you will become dependent on the Night Crystal, which will have a significant negative impact on your cultivation. Therefore, in your upcoming training, you absolutely must not rely on the Night Crystal!"
Aotian also smiled wryly and nodded, clearly understanding the importance of this matter:
"But teacher, if I don't rely on the Night Crystal, then breaking through to the innate level will likely become extremely difficult."
Yan stood at the entrance of the cave, gazing into the depths of the Eternal Night Forbidden Zone, and said calmly:
"So, next I will take you for real training!"
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