350: Chapter 344 Puppet God Seal

As the two gave chase, Song Yang's spaceship had already sped far away from that lake, which had been reduced to ruins.

Song Yang sat in his seat, his gaze falling upon his open palm.

A fist-sized red orb was bobbing up and down above his palm.

The orb's surface was warm and smooth like jade, yet its interior seemed to seal a churning crimson star river, where billions of profound runes flickered in and out of existence, forming incredibly complex life maps.

It throbbed gently.

With every pulse, it resonated with the frequency of the soul, emitting a grand aura originating from the very beginning of life.

This was the very treasure that had caused Cosmic Level Experts to self-detonate and brothers to turn against each other—the blood soul origin orb!

"Zeus, what are the results of the Star-Net search?"

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"Search complete."

On the spaceship's main screen, a massive waterfall of data streamed past before finally settling on an ancient document.

"The Winged Human Race, an ancient race that declined and fell thirty thousand interstellar years ago.

According to scattered records, this race was born with powerful souls and mental strength far exceeding those of the same rank, and they excelled in various soul secret techniques."

"The blood soul origin orb is a soul treasure refined by the Winged Human Race using an entire life planet as material, extracting the life essence and soul imprints of billions of living beings. It was then crafted over ten thousand years by the race's top experts using supreme secret methods."

Zeus's voice carried a hint of wonder.

"It has two functions.

First, it nourishes the soul, allowing the user's soul origin to grow with extreme efficiency; it is the best auxiliary item for practicing soul secret techniques.

Second, at the brink of death, it can instantly detonate the vast life energy stored within the orb to repair injuries to the physical body and soul, effectively granting half an extra life."

"No wonder that golden-winged man and the Four-Armed Race were so frantic for it."

Song Yang understood now.

Whether it was strengthening the soul or returning from the dead, these were irresistible temptations for any expert traveling the universe.

"However, the records also mention that with the extinction of the Winged Human Race, the refining method for the blood soul origin orb has long been lost.

Every one currently existing in the world is a unique item; once used, there is one fewer."

Song Yang nodded, not surprised by this outcome.

It would be illogical if a treasure that defied the heavens like this could be mass-produced.

His fingers gently stroked the orb's warm surface, feeling that vast life force that was almost overflowing.

Soul...

Secret technique...

In Song Yang's mind, a memory was suddenly awakened.

He had once been to a canyon that contained the tomb of an expert.

The expert called himself 'Gu.'

An expert of mysterious origin and unfathomable strength.

Upon leaving, that 'Gu,' who had only left behind a virtual image, had packaged and gifted him his entire collection.

However, those secret techniques were too profound and had extremely high cultivation thresholds; to him at the time, they were like a heavenly script.

Coupled with being busy traveling later on, he had temporarily set the matter aside.

He hadn't expected that the blood soul origin orb he obtained today would actually become the key to opening that treasury!

"Zeus, pull up all the soul secret technique data left by 'Gu'."

Song Yang issued the command.

"Matching and filtering for you based on the characteristics of the 'blood soul origin orb'..."

"Filtering complete."

Zeus's voice rang out again as three distinct light screens appeared before Song Yang.

The first light screen demonstrated a secret technique called 'Soul Pierce'.

It highly condensed one's own soul power into an invisible thorn that erupted instantly, penetrating the enemy's mental defenses to directly attack the soul origin.

Simple, direct, and brutal.

The advantage was that it was quick to learn and had decent power; the disadvantage was that the attack pattern was singular and easily countered by targeted defenses.

The second light screen displayed 'Ten Thousand Thought Incarnations'.

This method could split off a sliver of the soul to form countless soul clones. Each clone possessed independent thought and could be used for scouting, infiltration, or even deceiving the enemy to a certain extent.

When practiced to a high level, ten thousand thoughts could emerge at once, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake; it was an excellent method for life-saving and investigation.

The disadvantage was that it would split the soul origin, causing some damage to oneself, and the clones' strength was limited.

Song Yang's gaze finally landed on the third light screen.

The content on this light screen was the most complex and also the most eerie.

In the center of the light screen, a single ancient rune rotated slowly. That rune seemed to be composed of countless twisted souls; a single glance made one's mind waver, and those with weak wills might even have their souls collapse on the spot.

'Puppet God Seal'!

This was not a simple offensive or defensive secret technique.

It was a technique of control!

This method also attacked the opponent's soul.

But its purpose was not to destroy, but to... enslave!

Once the enemy's will wavered and their mental defenses showed a flaw, the Puppet God Seal could take advantage of the opening to plant an indelible slave mark deep within the opponent's soul origin.

From then on, the opponent's life or death would depend entirely on a single thought from the caster.

The enslaved would retain their full combat instincts and memories, but their ultimate will would absolutely obey the master.

This was the most terrifying part.

Imagine refining a Cosmic Level Expert into one's own loyal puppet...

What a terrifying force that would be!

"Cultivation difficulty rating for this method: Extremely Dangerous."

Zeus gave a timely warning.

"Practicing the Puppet God Seal requires blending one's own soul power with the energy of the blood soul origin orb to condense a 'God Seal Seed'.

This process is extremely perilous. Once it fails, the caster's own soul will suffer heavy damage, and there is even a risk of the soul being completely obliterated."

"In history, over ninety percent of the experts who attempted to practice this method died at the first step of condensing the 'God Seal Seed'."

Hearing Zeus's warning, an interested curve instead appeared on Song Yang's face.

Risk?

On his journey so far, which step hadn't been like dancing on the edge of a blade?

The higher the risk, the more amazing the rewards often were!

'Soul Pierce' was too simple, and 'Ten Thousand Thought Incarnations' leaned toward utility.

Only this 'Puppet God Seal' was domineering and peerless. Once mastered, it would become the sharpest trump card in his hand!

"I choose this one."

Song Yang's tone brooked no argument.

He closed his eyes and no longer hesitated. Vast mental power instantly surged out, enveloping the blood soul origin orb in his palm.

At the same time, his consciousness sank into his mind, visualizing that complex and sinister Puppet God Seal rune.

Boom!

The moment his mental power touched the blood soul origin orb...

A life energy as vast as an ocean, mixed with the residual thoughts of billions of living beings, poured frantically into his mental sea like a flood breaking through a dam, following his mental power!

Even though Song Yang's will was as firm as a rock, at this moment, he felt as if his head was about to explode!

Countless chaotic sounds of roaring, wailing, pleading, and cursing echoed in his sea of consciousness.

Those were the final obsessions left by the billions of beings refined into the blood soul origin orb.

Any other Stellar Rank would likely have been crushed by this terrifying torrent of thoughts in the first second and turned into an idiot.

Song Yang's mind sank suddenly, and his will transformed into a towering divine mountain, forcibly suppressing all the chaotic stray thoughts.

Next, he began to guide that surging vast energy according to the method of the Puppet God Seal.

Bit by bit, strand by strand.

He cautiously peeled away the purest life origin power from the blood soul origin orb, then slowly blended his own soul power with it, like twisting a hemp rope.

This was a process that was delicate to the extreme and also dangerous to the extreme.

A single mistake would cause the two powers to lose control and clash, and the result would be his sea of consciousness exploding on the spot.

Time passed, minute by minute.

The spaceship continued its silent voyage.

Inside the bridge, Song Yang's body remained motionless, yet fine beads of sweat had already seeped out on his forehead, and his face had turned somewhat pale.

Deep within his mental sea...

A 'seed', so tiny it was almost invisible yet emitting both golden and blood-colored light, was slowly taking shape.