A huge crack began to appear in his sea of consciousness, and boundless soul power flowed towards that crack.
His head was in so much pain that he almost fainted.
"This can't go on. You have to think of a way to prevent so much soul power from attacking your sea of consciousness!" The Void Gourd said anxiously.
"It's all your idea!" Zhao Yuande complained.
"Think of a way quickly!"
"Condense the golden giants again. Let's condense 72 of them!" Zhao Yuande gritted his teeth and started to get serious again.
This was extremely taxing on his mind, and time was of the essence, so he had to be extra careful.
He condensed the golden giants one by one and arranged the path of the 72 golden giants according to the space of the giant tree.
Sure enough, the soul power in his sea of consciousness began to balance out after he condensed the 72 golden giants.
"Phew!" Zhao Yuande let out a long sigh of relief.
"Don't let your guard down. This is the most dangerous moment!" The Void Gourd reminded him, "The 72 golden giants are supplying the Heaven Piercing Tree and your soul together. I'm afraid it will be more turbulent than before."
Just as the Void Gourd said, after the 72 golden giants started to supply the tree normally, the efficiency of the soul power was higher and more turbulent!
Suddenly, Zhao Yuande felt a terrifying double pressure on his sea of consciousness and soul.
"I'm going all out!" Zhao Yuande gritted his teeth and turned his soul into a huge devouring whirlpool. He began to devour the soul power that was pouring in.
After absorbing the soul power, he began to break through the barrier again and again.
However, how could it be so easy to break through that hurdle? Very quickly, his divine soul expanded to a limit.
"Primordial Spirit Resurrection Technique!"
He thought of the most ancient method of soul cultivation.
Wouldn't it be more in line with the Samsara of Life and Death that he had comprehended, to be reborn after being destroyed again and again?
"Ah …"
However, the terrifying pain of the Primordial Spirit Resurrection Technique was not something that humans could withstand. Even though Zhao Yuande had experienced it before, he still felt a terrifying pain when he used it again.
The terrifying torment of life and death made his will even more tenacious.
Every time he was destroyed and reborn, his spirit became stronger and stronger.
With an endless supply of soul power, he didn't have to worry about other problems. He just had to be reborn after being destroyed again and again.
Every time he was destroyed, he would gain new insights, and every time he was destroyed, his soul would grow stronger.
After a total of 990 times, Zhao Yuande heard a loud rumbling sound.
It was like a great river flowing into the sea, or a frog jumping out of a well and discovering a new, vaster world.
"Hahaha!"
At that moment, Zhao Yuande raised his head to the sky and laughed maniacally. He couldn't help but tear up.
Although this period of time was not long, who could understand how difficult it was?
The pain of being destroyed and reborn again and again was followed by despair.
Every time, not only was the pain unbearable, but there was also the danger of death.
"My divine soul has finally reached that level!" Zhao Yuande began to inspect his sea of consciousness and divine soul.
His sea of consciousness was now thousands of times larger than it had been before.
The towering tree that had covered his entire sea of consciousness seemed to have shrunk by countless times.
His divine soul didn't grow any larger, but it was more solid.
Before, his divine soul had been made of ice. Although it was incomparably sturdy, it was also very fragile.
Now, his divine soul seemed to be forged from steel, both sturdy and resilient.
Originally, his divine soul could only hold as much soul power as it should have.
But now, his divine soul seemed to be composed of numerous small worlds, each of them capable of holding vast amounts of soul power.
Now, he was many times stronger than before. If he encountered the Third Patriarch again, he was confident that his divine soul could crush him.
Even if the Third Patriarch used the Sovereign's branch to carve that statue, he wouldn't be in any danger.
After his divine soul advanced, he understood that the aura emanating from the statue was a power that surpassed the Eternal Realm.
His divine soul's current power could completely resist it.
"Whew!"
Zhao Yuande let out a long breath. Feeling the soul power that was still pouring in endlessly in his sea of consciousness, he couldn't help being filled with pride.
If it could keep on like this, his divine soul would probably rise to an inconceivable level.
Thinking up to here, he also couldn't help being shocked.
Just how terrifying was that towering tree that was called the Sovereign in this world? Could it be that the Sovereign's realm already surpassed his imagination?
Could it have already surpassed that realm above the Eternal Realm?
This was simply unimaginable and inconceivable.
"Rumble!"
Right then, he heard a series of dull loud sounds coming from not far away.
He turned his head to look and immediately saw a figure directly sent flying by someone, his entire body dripping with blood.
If not for Zhao Yuande traveling with the other party, he probably really couldn't recognize that the other party was Long Qingkong.
And at this time, several figures chased over. The one in the lead was precisely Hu Yuanchou.
"Hu Yuanchou! You … You actually sneak-attacked me! " Long Qingkong opened his eyes wide and stared fixedly at Hu Yuanchou. Flames of fury spewed from his eyes, virtually about to ignite the entire space.
"Heh heh! Sorry, it's your fault for obtaining a branch of the Sovereign. "
"I saved you just now … Just for a branch, you're treating me like this!"
"Save me … Who asked you to save me … Just mind your own business. Do I need you to save me?"
"You … You're extremely shameless!"
"In this world, the righteous will always be at a disadvantage. Only the shameless can survive, so you … Die!"
Hu Yuanchou's figure instantly appeared in front of Long Qingkong. His huge tiger claws viciously clawed at his head.
He only wanted to crush the other party's head directly and destroy his divine soul.
"Sigh! It's my fault! "Long Qingkong sighed. Looking at the tiger claws coming at him, he didn't even have the intention to dodge.
Because he knew that he was severely injured. Unless someone came to save him, otherwise, everything would be in vain.
And here, everyone's eyes were red.
They were only madly slaughtering, fighting for those branches of the Sovereign that fell down.
But at this time, a figure stood in front of him without him noticing.
Long Qingkong was stunned and immediately realized that this figure was very familiar.
"Zhao Yuande? It's you? "Long Qingkong suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"I'll talk about it after I've sent them away!" Zhao Yuande didn't turn around. He just shook his head slightly at him.
"Zhao Yuande … Haha! I already didn't like you. Now that you're here, it's just right! "
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