Chapter 1830: The Witch Soul Breaks Through to Ancient Saint (Part 2)

"A secret manual for the witch soul to break through to Ancient Saint?" Ancient Saint Mo Ling was stunned, nearly stumbling.

Too bold!

Without a cultivation manual, without having read any breakthrough experiences, directly charging ahead...

Do you think the Ancient Saint realm is like some minor level, to be toyed with casually?

Speechless, he flipped his wrist, and a pile of books appeared in the air. He flicked his finger: "Here!"

The witch soul masters of the Alien Spirit Clan had not severed their inheritance, and as an Ancient Saint-level powerhouse, he possessed many such books.

Zhang Xuan's witch soul writhed, and his enormous hand grabbed the books from the air. His eyes swept over them, and the contents poured into his mind, becoming his knowledge.

However, he soon shook his head.

These were indeed experiences and methods for witch souls to break through to Ancient Saint, but they were not practical for him.

From the very beginning, he had cultivated the Soul Guidance Art at the Heavenly Dao level, completely different from theirs. If he followed their methods to break through, he might well suffer a qi deviation or mental confusion.

"I can only rely on myself... Since the first witch soul master could find a way to break through to Ancient Saint, I can too!"

Shaking his head, he forgot all the knowledge he had just absorbed, entering a state of selflessness.

The first witch soul master had found his own breakthrough method and succeeded; he could do the same.

Not everything had to rely on the experiences of predecessors.

The soul force within the Saint Trace Stone surged like a river, nourishing his soul body. Because it poured in too quickly, his consciousness became chaotic.

The souls of tens of thousands of Saint Domain-level powerhouses converged, their combined power surpassing that of a Blood Drop Rebirth realm expert. Although Zhang Xuan's soul body had been tempered by lightning and supreme heavenly fire, it still struggled to withstand the force.

Hallucinations began to appear in his mind.

The Saint Trace Stone could erase the consciousness within souls, turning them into pure energy, but it could not remove their resentment!

Having cultivated for who knows how long, only to be captured by the Chen Ling Emperor and offered as a sacrifice, every one of these Alien Spirit clansmen was filled with anger and unwillingness.

One or two were nothing, but when gathered together, they became terrifying.

"Keep the mind clear, roam freely between heaven and earth!"

Battered by the resentment, Zhang Xuan felt as if his consciousness was about to disintegrate. He preserved only a sliver of clarity, swimming in the torrent of souls, experiencing the myriad states of the world.

Having traversed the Book Mountain and the Sea of Knowledge, read countless books, and absorbed vast amounts of knowledge, his soul was inherently more profound than that of ordinary Nine-Star Master Teachers, even Ancient Saints.

Now, though his consciousness was blurred, he held fast to his original heart.

Killing, battle—the powerful soul force surged at him, making him live through the lives of countless beings. Yet no matter how many he experienced, he always insisted: he was a master teacher. Life could be lost, but certain bottom lines and principles must be defended.

Just like the countless powerhouses of the Master Teacher Continent.

Back then, after killing the Cruel One, Confucius had long possessed the means to annihilate the entire Alien Spirit Clan, but he did not do so.

Not because he couldn't, but because killing was not the goal; education was most important.

The same was true for himself.

This trip to the Alien Spirit Clan had one purpose: finding Luo Ruoxi. But more importantly, he sought a way to permanently resolve the hidden dangers of the Alien Spirit people.

"A little primordial spirit indestructible, a little spiritual wisdom eternal... No matter how high my achievements, I will not forget my original intention. This is who I am!"

The experiences of over a year on the Master Teacher Continent flowed through his mind, and a flash of inspiration struck Zhang Xuan.

Boom!

His indestructible consciousness seemed to transform into a golden droplet, spinning unceasingly within the surging soul force, gradually forming a vortex that grew larger and more profound.

Drip! Drip!

The vortex quickly reached its peak like dark clouds, and a droplet of water appeared, followed by more and more, gathering like a sudden storm, flowing slowly, nourishing his entire body.

"The witch soul liquefying—this is the sign of breaking through to Ancient Saint..."

His eyes lit up. Zhang Xuan understood that he was about to succeed in breaking through to Ancient Saint.

The witch soul is formless and intangible. Normally, unless one is a witch soul master or possesses the Eye of Clarity, it cannot be seen with the naked eye—only detected with divine sense!

Now, with the soul liquefying, the soul body flickered in and out of visibility, as if becoming a flowing liquid.

Of course, it wasn't truly liquid, but the purity of the witch soul had undergone a earth-shaking transformation, a qualitative change.

Thus, the soul force became more refined, and the power more vigorous.

"Faster!"

He took a deep breath. The soul force that had previously swelled him to the point of feeling like it would explode at any moment now no longer felt that way. He urged inwardly, accelerating his absorption.

"This..."

Watching his actions, Ancient Saint Mo Ling, who was in the midst of battle, couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

He recognized the Saint Trace Stone; the power it contained was so immense that even he felt envious.

As a Blood Drop Rebirth realm witch soul master, he could not absorb such a vast amount of soul force. If he forcibly swallowed it, refining even a tenth would likely cause his body to explode. Yet this man, from Great Saint Great Perfection charging toward Ancient Saint, dared to use it so recklessly...

How could his body withstand it...

He had thought that Zhang Xuan would stop after a short while, but instead, the guild leader absorbed more and more. In less than three minutes, nearly half of the soul force from the hundred thousand lives killed by the Chen Ling Emperor had been taken into his body.

At that moment, the other's soul body had also reached a size of over a hundred meters, like a towering giant.

"Fully liquefy, break through!"

Just as Ancient Saint Mo Ling was filled with shock, the enormous witch soul let out a great shout, and its towering form began to shrink rapidly.

At the same time, a scroll unfurled in the sky above, from which a vast, ancient aura poured down—a power that did not exist in this world, having vanished for countless ages.

The power of an Ancient Saint!

Beneath the shroud of this power, the density of Zhang Xuan's soul body increased more and more, as if it had all turned to liquid.

In less than ten minutes, it had shrunk back to the size of a real person. Every movement seemed ready to tear through space and leap out; every inch of his soul radiated an ancient aura, as if immortal or sage.

"Ancient Saint... The guild leader's soul body has broken through to Ancient Saint..."

Seeing this transformation, Ancient Saint Mo Ling was filled with excitement and couldn't help shouting out loud.

Although the breakthrough method was completely different from any he had seen, the soul body possessing such power and aura clearly indicated that it had breached the barrier between Great Saint and Ancient Saint, entering a new realm.

The lineage of witch soul masters, though inherited within the Alien Spirit Clan, was extremely rare. Only he had reached the Ancient Saint level. Now that the guild leader had also broken through, it was only a matter of time before this profession rose again.

Rumble!

While he was stunned, as Zhang Xuan's soul force grew stronger, the sky immediately stirred. A large patch of black clouds slowly gathered, with countless bolts of lightning and flames weaving through them, ready to strike down at any moment.

The Ancient Saint tribulation had arrived!