The dizzying sensation of the shattered space lasted only a moment before Lin Chen landed heavily on a hot and hard ground.
This is the true forbidden ground where Thor fell.
The sky was a shattered, dark purple, with countless fragments of lightning falling like a galaxy. The air was filled with ancient and violent lightning energy, and a tingling sensation seeped into the body with every breath. The earth was solidified dark golden lightning crystals, cool yet heavy to the touch. There was no grass, no living creatures, only endless broken divine patterns and fractured stone pillars. Every fragment bore the terrifying marks of the battle between the gods, silently recounting the earth-shattering events of that time.
In the distance, a colossal purple-gold thunder pool floated silently in mid-air. The water within was no ordinary liquid, but rather a divine thunder liquid condensed from the purest essence of the Thunder God. Even after countless ages, it still surged with world-destroying lightning, its buzzing sound shaking the heavens and earth. Lin Chen's pupils constricted slightly—the Thunder God had fallen so long ago, yet he still left behind such a terrifying thunder pool; it was truly beyond imagination.
He suppressed his shock and quickly scanned the desolate space, searching for the location where Thor's true form had fallen.
The next moment, his gaze suddenly froze on the center of the earth.
There lay the enormous corpse of a dragon.
The skeleton was a thousand feet long, its entire body a dark purple. Fine, lightning-like natural patterns covered its bones, each joint seemingly forged from divine metal. Even after countless years of death, it still exuded a chilling aura. The massive dragon wings were broken and riddled with several faded golden spears. The dragon's skull was enormous, its horns broken, its eye sockets hollow, yet it still revealed the domineering power it once possessed. Strands of undying lightning energy surrounded the skeleton, echoing the lightning in the sky, as if this entire space existed solely because of it.
Lin Chen understood everything in an instant with just one glance.
"It's a battle between the Dragon Gods..."
He muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly changing, "During the great war in the divine realm, Thor must have fought a fierce battle with the ancient dragons under the Dragon God's command, and they ultimately perished together, which is why he fell here!"
The truth became clear in an instant.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Chen's blue-silver wings unfurled, the pale blue feathers slicing through the air, carrying him at top speed toward the earth-shattering ancient dragon skeleton.
When Lin Chen finally flew close to the dragon skeleton, a terrifying pressure from an ancient deity suddenly descended, almost freezing his blood and qi. He was horrified, absolutely certain that this dragon had been a true god-level powerhouse in its lifetime.
But a question arose in his mind: the Ice and Fire Dragon King had transformed into the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire, and the other seven Dragon Kings were all buried in the Dragon Tomb. This ancient dragon had never been recorded on the continent.
On second thought, the dragon race once dominated the realm of gods and was so powerful that it dared to wage war against the gods. It seems reasonable to have another hidden god-level dragon king.
Lin Chen suppressed his shock and, not daring to waste any time, immediately used the Blue Silver Domain to scan the surroundings, searching with all his might for Thor's relics.
With a shift of his gaze, he finally found his target on the lightning crystal ground several hundred meters away from the ancient dragon's remains.
There lay there a complete and uncorrupted human-shaped corpse.
The corpse remained seated cross-legged, holding a warhammer. Even after billions of years, its body showed no signs of decay, instead radiating a faint golden light, as if it were merely asleep. Tall and imposing, its bones flowed with divine power of thunder, and it was surrounded by a faint, purplish-gold divine radiance. Even as a corpse, its awe-inspiring majesty, surpassing even that of the gods, still emanated from it.
The corpse was covered in a tattered set of purple-gold Thunder God armor, which was covered with deep cracks that revealed the bone. Many parts of the armor had broken off, revealing the divine wounds that had long since scabbed over. Each wound looked as if it had been torn apart by the claws of an ancient dragon and scorched by dragon flames. It was a shocking sight and enough to make one imagine the ferocity of the battle back then.
His right hand was gripping a broken purple warhammer tightly.
The hammer was covered in cracks, and the lightning had long since dimmed, but it still retained the thunder god's power that could make heaven and earth tremble.
Standing before this divine corpse, Lin Chen felt his mind tremble.
This is where Thor fell.
Lin Chen hovered in front of Thor's remains, looking at the body that still exuded divine pressure, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
He wanted to obtain the essence of the Thunder God, but faced with the remains of a deity, he had no way of knowing where to begin. Let alone disemboweling him, even if he tried to pierce him with the Soul-Devouring Spider Spear, his own soul bones would probably shatter first.
"The physical body cannot be moved..."
His gaze eventually returned to the broken purple warhammer in Thor's right hand.
This is Thor's companion artifact, carrying all his thunderous power throughout his life. Even though it is broken, it is still the most concentrated vessel of divine power in this space.
Lin Chen remained silent for a long time, a resolute glint flashing in his eyes.
There is no other way.
He took a deep breath, slowly extended his right hand, palm facing the cold hammer. In an instant, the soul power within his body surged to its limit, and a technique he had long mastered—the Northern Darkness Divine Art—was activated with full force!
Immediately afterwards, a great light shone from behind him.
Whoosh—!
Two pairs of pale blue-silver wings unfurled, the patterns on the wings shining like stars. This was his second external soul bone, not for flight at this moment, but to be ready to activate healing skills at any time, serving as his last "lifeline".
At the same time, eight Soul-Devouring Spider Spears, gleaming with a chilling light, burst forth from the back, like eight dark purple venomous snakes, precisely piercing into the cracks in the warhammer!
"Now!"
Lin Chen gave a low shout.
The Northern Darkness Divine Art was responsible for guiding and devouring, while the Soul-Devouring Spider Spear, relying on the domineering characteristics of the 100,000-year-old soul bone, forcibly tore apart the remaining divine power seal in the warhammer, continuously sending that terrifying power belonging to the gods into his body!
Lin Chen clung to his last shred of clarity, mentally prepared to be burst apart by divine power. But the heart-wrenching pain he had anticipated did not come. Instead, a gentle yet powerful force flowed slowly through his meridians, so comfortable that he almost sighed out loud.
He suddenly opened his eyes, looked down at his dantian, and instantly understood the reason.
The previously unremarkable second spirit, the Black Iron Hammer, was now suspended at the core of its spirit power, frantically absorbing the divine power of thunder surging into its body like a dried-up sponge. It was like a natural container, perfectly compatible with the power of the Thunder God, actively sharing this divine torrent.
Lin Chen stared intently, and saw that the iron hammer covered with mottled black rust was quietly transforming under the tempering of divine power.
At first, only the rust on the surface of the hammer began to peel off slightly, turning into fine black flakes that dissipated into the soul power. Then, the peeling speed increased, from point to surface, layer upon layer of black rust peeling off like withered tree bark, revealing the lustrous dark purple metal beneath. The originally rough surface of the hammer was polished smooth as a mirror by divine power, and ancient lightning patterns, as if alive, slowly spread from the handle to the hammerhead, flashing with purple-gold lightning.
In just a few breaths, that ordinary black iron hammer had been completely transformed.
At this moment, what is floating in Lin Chen's mental sea is a Thor's hammer.
The hammer's body was a deep purplish-gold color, as if forged from concentrated thunder god crystals. The hammerhead was round and heavy, covered with intricate and precise thunder god patterns, and the handle was wrapped with tassels condensed from lightning. Holding it in one's hand felt like wielding the thunder of heaven and earth. An aura of thunder god's majesty emanated from his martial spirit, closely connected with Lin Chen's soul.
"Martial Soul Evolution..." Lin Chen's eyes were filled with shock, and he couldn't help but smile.
He thought this was all the opportunity at the place where Thor fell, but the next second, his joy was interrupted by a sudden and powerful suction force.
He was too happy too soon.
Lin Chen had just suppressed his overwhelming joy when his face suddenly turned deathly pale.
The black iron hammer has been completely evolved, but the power of the Thunder God's origin from that broken divine hammer is still surging wildly into his body!
The more comfortable you are one moment, the more heart-wrenching you are the next.
It felt as if countless purple-gold lightning bolts were forcibly stretched open, burned, and torn apart.
Every bone and every drop of blood was groaning in agony.
He gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly. If only he could awaken a hammer martial soul that was even more useless than the black iron hammer. The current container was too small to hold so much divine power!
If the Soul Masters outside heard this, they would definitely curse him to the extreme—
Others can't even get a wisp of divine energy, yet he complains that his talent is too high and he can't contain divine power.
But Lin Chen couldn't care less about any of that at the moment.
He endured the excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart, and poured all the surging power of the Thunder God into his newly evolved Thunder God Hammer Martial Soul.
Thor's hammer, like a bottomless abyss, slowly absorbed and contained the raging divine power.
However, the rate at which it entered still far exceeded the rate at which it was absorbed.
"Ugh—!"
Lin Chen's veins bulged all over his body, his skin cracked with fine, bloody gashes, and electric sparks crackled wildly across his skin.
He suddenly activated the Blue Silver Wings on his back and launched his second soul skill—Life Healing!
The surging, boundless life essence of the Blue Silver Emperor circulated wildly within his body.
While repairing the meridians shattered by the lightning, he also stabilized his dantian, which was on the verge of collapse.
Tearing on one side, repairing on the other;
Burning, yet reborn.
Two extreme forces clashed repeatedly within his body.
Lin Chen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the remains of Thor in front of him, roaring each word in his heart:
I can't die...
I still need to save the Blue Silver King...
This little pain... is nothing!
He held on desperately, every second feeling like torture in purgatory.
But he didn't know that while he was struggling to hold on,
On the shaft of Thor's hammer, a golden divine rune, unlike anything seen before, quietly lit up...
I don't know how much time passed, maybe an incense stick's time, or maybe a whole day.
Lin Chen remained suspended in mid-air, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain with an iron will. Only when the purple-gold lightning patterns on the surface of the Thor's Hammer, which was floating in his mental sea, completely lit up and could no longer absorb any divine power, did he keenly realize that his martial soul had reached its saturation limit.
The surging torrent of divine power abruptly stopped, and the burning pain in his meridians finally had a chance to catch his breath.
But Lin Chen did not relax at all; instead, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
"The opportunity has arrived."
With a thought, he did not disperse the excess divine power, but instead controlled the Thunder God's essence, which combined strength and gentleness, like the sharpest knife, and began to forcibly cleanse the meridians of his entire body!
This is a risky move, comparable to dancing on the edge of a knife.
The power of the gods is domineering and unparalleled. If one is not careful, his meridians will be completely shattered, and he will become a cripple. But Lin Chen knows very well that fortune favors the bold—only by being tempered by the power of the gods can his meridians become as tough as divine metal, his soul power quality far surpass that of other soul masters of the same level, and his physical strength will also increase dramatically.
"Well..."
A new wave of excruciating pain surged through him, far more unbearable than the previous simple infusion. It was the tearing sensation of his meridians being gradually widened and reshaped. Lin Chen trembled all over, cold sweat mixed with blood seeping from his pores, yet he held fast to his mind, guiding his divine power along a specific route, washing over his limbs and bones again and again.
Blue Silver Wing's life healing never stops, and the green light nourishes every inch of damaged meridians like flowing water, protecting this high-stakes gamble.
After countless rounds, when the last wisp of divine power had finished cleansing him, Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of purple-gold lightning disappearing from them. He could clearly feel that his meridians had become wider and stronger, and the soul power flowing within them was several times more refined than before, its quality terrifyingly high.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen turned his gaze to his first martial soul—the Blue Silver Emperor.
He tried to slowly inject the remaining Thunder God power in his body into the Blue Silver Emperor's first two spirit rings.
Strange things happened.
The moment the divine power touched the Blue Silver Emperor's spirit ring, it automatically separated: all the violent lightning attribute power was absorbed by the Thunder God Hammer spirit ring from a distance, leaving only the purest and most refined divine essence, which merged into the Blue Silver Emperor's spirit ring like spring rain.
The first spirit ring, originally a pale purple, and the second spirit ring, black, after absorbing the divine essence, developed a faint golden light on their surface. The texture of the spirit ring became more solid, and the power contained within it surged accordingly.
Lin Chen sensed this wondrous symbiotic phenomenon, feeling Thor's hammer automatically detaching from and protecting the Blue Silver Emperor from the erosion of lightning, much like a magnet. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, his tone filled with undisguised shock:
"This is... the talent domain?"
He finally understood that this was not a simple evolution of his martial soul.
The Blue Silver Emperor governs life and control, while Thor's Hammer governs thunder and destruction. Between the two, an unprecedented realm of talent resonance has been created—Thor's Hammer automatically filters out all violent attributes of the Blue Silver Emperor, leaving only its essence; and the life energy of the Blue Silver Emperor can also nourish Thor's Hammer, making its power more enduring.
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