Chapter 23: Martial Soul Evolution, Demon God Body!
Having finished absorbing the Soul Bone, Lin Yang slowly stood up. His entire skeleton immediately emitted a series of crackling sounds, like bones being crushed.
After a brief stretch, it felt as if he had shed a suit of iron armor that had been binding him; Lin Yang felt a wave of refreshment wash over his entire body.
The enhancement a Soul Bone provided to one's physical constitution was extremely obvious.
At the very least, Lin Yang felt his constitution was more than twice as strong as before. Otherwise, even with the effects of the Whale Glue, he wouldn't have been able to withstand a five-thousand-year second Soul Ring.
At this moment, Lin Yang noticed he had grown quite a bit taller.
After absorbing the first spirit ring, he was about 1.3 meters tall; now, he was at least over 1.4 meters.
He didn't look like a seven-year-old child, but rather like a youth around ten years old.
However, the most obvious benefit of growing taller was that when he held his blade, he no longer looked like a child brandishing a massive sword, which had felt somewhat out of place.
After briefly familiarizing himself with his body, Lin Yang left the stone cave directly.
Once outside, Lin Yang realized that absorbing the Soul Bone had taken him an entire day.
At this moment, the darkness of night was fading, and a soft fish-belly white appeared on the horizon.
The sun was slowly rising, its golden morning glow gradually pushing back the remnants of the dark night.
"The timing is perfect."
Lin Yang gazed at the sun that was about to rise and whispered to himself,
"I'll take this opportunity to completely resolve the flaw in my Martial Soul."
As the sun continued to rise toward noon, golden light spilled across the entire hillside.
Lin Yang no longer hesitated. Opening his left hand, he directly summoned his Demon Blood Martial Soul.
"Martial Soul, Possession!"
The Demon Blood, now the size of an infant's head, instantly merged into Lin Yang's body.
A surging sense of power immediately traveled through his limbs, bones, and his entire body.
Accompanying it was that familiar, vigorous vitality and abundant sense of strength.
However, this power seemed extremely illusory before the sun, like a castle in the air.
Lin Yang could even feel the instinctive fear coming from the Demon Blood Martial Soul—a fear of the sun.
Whether it was Lower Moons, Upper Moons, or the Demon King Kibutsuji Muzan, no matter how many years they had lived or how powerful their Blood Demon Art was,
as long as they were demons, they ultimately could not bathe in the sunlight.
And what Lin Yang wanted to do was break this taboo.
Without madness, there is no life.
Lin Yang stomped his foot heavily, and his body flew out like a cannonball, instantly exposing himself completely to the blazing sun.
Almost the moment he was struck by the sunlight, Lin Yang's skin began to emit puffs of white smoke as if being scorched by high temperatures.
The flesh of his skin turned black and carbonized at a visible rate, beginning to slowly disintegrate like ashes.
"Argh—!"
A heart-wrenching roar erupted from Lin Yang's throat, only to be cut short abruptly.
Because his throat had already been burned through by the sunlight, making it impossible to produce any sound.
The extraordinary recovery of the Demon Blood was currently useless.
Intense feelings of suffocation and burning struck from all directions like a tide, nearly driving Lin Yang insane.
Pain, it was too painful!
It was as if every single one of his cells was being peeled away bit by bit from deep within his bone marrow.
The so-called death by a thousand cuts seemed as weak as a little girl to him, almost laughable.
The instinct of the Demon Blood made Lin Yang desperately want to flee from the sun.
But Lin Yang's eyes were blood-red. Using hands that were already reduced to skeletons, he clawed the ground deathly hard, using his powerful will to override his survival instinct.
He knew very well that once he chose to escape, he would never have the courage to stand out again.
"Restore me!"
Lin Yang roared inwardly, and the Soul Bone skill of his Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone activated.
Wildfire cannot destroy it, for the spring breeze brings it back to life!
At this moment, this powerful healing Martial Soul skill began to take effect. Streaks of blue-gold light continuously repaired Lin Yang's riddled body.
Although he quickly turned to ash again, it gave Lin Yang a slight chance to breathe.
The Demon Blood body was constantly collapsing under the pressure of the sun, yet constantly regenerating under the Soul Bone skill.
Under such repetition, the Demon Blood Martial Soul was undergoing thousands of changes every second.
It was adapting; it was evolving.
Demon Blood was the source of a demon's power.
And now, the essence of Lin Yang's Demon Blood Martial Soul was being crushed bit by bit under a giant millstone called the "Sun," merging into his entire body.
Every bone, every strand of muscle, every hair, and even every cell was filled with the essence of the Demon Blood Martial Soul.
The sun gradually tilted westward.
All that remained at Lin Yang's location was a lump of pitch-black charcoal, emitting the scorched stench of burning protein.
Crack!
Accompanied by an almost imperceptible sound, a crack suddenly split across the surface of the charcoal.
This seemed to be the beginning.
A series of cracking sounds suddenly rang out as the outer layer of the charcoal rapidly peeled off, revealing the flesh wrapped beneath.
From beneath this flesh came a series of thumping, powerful heartbeats.
Then, the flesh suddenly twitched and expanded rapidly.
Bones as white as jade grew extremely quickly, and muscle fibers like silk threads clung to the bones, stretching and growing on their own.
In just a few breaths, the torso, limbs, and head had already taken shape.
A naked but perfectly proportioned body with long, powerful lines gradually appeared before his eyes.
Lin Yang looked at this perfect body and clenched his fists.
The pain of the burning and the lingering palpitations from earlier transformed into a heartfelt ecstasy. A burst of unsuppressed laughter rang out at the bottom of the valley.
The voice was filled with relief, excitement, agitation, and many other emotions.
He had succeeded!
He could stand under the sun; his Martial Soul would no longer have any flaws.
After venting his feelings thoroughly, Lin Yang looked at his naked body, and his face couldn't help but turn red.
He had been so happy just now that he forgot he was currently like a primitive man, completely exposed. Fortunately, there was no one else here, so he didn't have to worry about being embarrassed.
With a thought, the flesh on his body writhed and instantly transformed into a set of clothes, covering his body.
A demon's flesh could transform into clothes; not only could it be controlled freely, but it also possessed strong defensive power.
He could even change outfits with a single click!
Later, Lin Yang wanted to summon his Demon Blood Martial Soul, only to find that it had disappeared.
Instead, two thousand-year Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.
Lin Yang fell silent. After sensing carefully, he immediately understood the reason.
The previous Demon Blood Martial Soul was like Luo San Pao, a special external Martial Soul that could also undergo possession like a Beast Spirit!
He and the Martial Soul were interconnected yet independent of each other.
Now, under the irradiation of the sunlight, the Demon Blood Martial Soul had been destroyed and rebuilt. The Martial Soul's essence had completely fused with him, becoming inseparable.
Thus, the second Martial Soul had become himself.
The Martial Soul was him, and he was the Martial Soul—in other words, a Body Spirit.
"This Martial Soul is quite versatile," Lin Yang mocked himself.
He then thought that calling his second Martial Soul the "Demon Blood Martial Soul" was no longer appropriate.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Lin Yang spoke,
"Let's call it the Demon God Body Martial Soul!"
Given his current situation, he could live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years even without cultivation.
This already involved the Domain of the gods and touched upon the authority of the gods.
Calling it "Demon God" was not an exaggeration at all.
Stepping into the Domain of the gods with a Demon body—this was Lin Yang's vision for the Demon God Body Martial Soul.