The yellow light at the acupoint over his heart transformed into a clod of yellow earth—heavy and solid. Meanwhile, the green light at the acupoint on his crown became a green sprout, representing endless longevity. The two auras, like lions just awakened, began to emanate their own distinct presences.
In front of the array of instruments, Ye Xuan was drenched in a cold sweat, his face contorted in a pained and conflicted expression.
There were countless methods for the art of Awakening Souls, each one different from the next. The one Ye Xuan employed was the strongest he had mastered in his previous life: the Profound Celestial Life and Death Soul Skill. The level of Soul Power control it required was absurdly demanding.
