Chapter 112: Cultivating the Soul-Sealing Tower

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From then on, Blue Sky spoke no more; he resolved to intensify his cultivation of the secret art. As for attribute battle skills, if they could be exchanged through secret techniques, he could perhaps trade for a dozen of the highest-level ones! Unfortunately, these secret arts could not be exposed to light...

Suddenly, he felt trapped in a predicament—like having a room full of diamonds at home but only a few thousand in cash on his person... And the diamonds had nowhere to be sold...

It was utterly frustrating!

Fortunately, he could secretly wear the diamond ring, and the Soul Suppression Tower could be cultivated discreetly as well...

“All right, stop fretting and focus on cultivating the Soul Suppression Tower; it will come in time!” Bai comforted him. “Besides, your strength is still low; you won’t be fighting anyone in the short term, so attribute battle skills aren’t essential now. Your priority should be to cultivate the first Soul Suppression Seed, then use my master’s wealth to purchase a powerful slave—that’s the practical approach!”

“Given your current situation, having a planetary-level or even a stellar-level slave is far more useful than any attribute battle skill.”

“Alright then, I’ll focus on understanding the Soul Suppression Tower,” Blue Sky nodded, realizing the wisdom in the advice. Casting aside his gloom, he dedicated himself to the study.

Indeed, the Soul Suppression Tower proved worthy of being a top-tier secret art. As Blue Sky truly began to comprehend it, he felt the profound depth of the technique!

Spiritual power is inherently formless and intangible; without cultivation to solidify it, it remains ethereal and elusive. The Soul Suppression Tower required Blue Sky to take this already solidified spiritual power and decompose it into billions of the finest spiritual particles. Then, following the tower’s unique structure, he would recombine them through countless intricate interweavings, only then completing the formation of the Soul Suppression Tower.

“...This is insanely difficult!” After a long time studying the spiritual aspects of the Soul Suppression Tower, Blue Sky couldn’t help but complain.

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Actually, decomposing spiritual power into the smallest spiritual particles wasn’t hard, nor was constructing the overall framework of the Soul Suppression Tower. The real challenge lay in the tower’s internal structure, which was incredibly complex. Blue Sky swore he had never seen anything so terrifyingly intricate. Moreover, as he progressed upward, each level’s complexity increased exponentially. By the ninth level, with his current spiritual power, he couldn’t even discern the labyrinthine valleys within—it was like entering a maze where he nearly lost himself.

It turned out that the so-called nine-level Soul Suppression Tower wasn’t built layer by layer from bottom to top. Instead, the entire nine-tier framework had to be woven first. The true difficulty was completing the complex structures within each layer perfectly, with no mistakes or omissions; only then could each layer’s power be truly activated!

Blue Sky’s comprehension was exceptional. He quickly grasped the most correct method of cultivation for the Soul Suppression Tower. In contrast, the War God’s previous method was the clumsiest—building it bottom-up, layer by layer—which was time-consuming and laborious. Without the overall cohesion of the nine tiers, the effect was greatly diminished. Though the War God had stubbornly forced the first three layers into existence, he failed to cultivate even a single Soul Suppression Seed, no wonder he lacked capable assistants.

“Of course it’s difficult! Do you think top secret arts are easy to cultivate?” Bai said with contempt. “So, do you think you can master the first layer in a short time?”

“Well... it’s hard to say. Cultivating the Soul Suppression Tower can’t be done just by seclusion. In fact, it can be cultivated anytime, anywhere. It requires patient, meticulous work—like grinding with water—constructing the tower’s complex internal structure,” Blue Sky said with an odd expression.

“I’ve already begun decomposing the solidified spiritual power; it will take about three days to finish. Then it’ll take about a week to weave the nine layers of the tower’s frame. As for the internal structure of the first layer... I estimate it will take at least a month to complete.”

“So... after another ten days of seclusion, we can come out. The first layer’s structure can be woven anytime, anywhere—it doesn’t have to be confined to seclusion.”

“A month...” Although Bai knew Blue Sky’s comprehension was extraordinary and that mastering the Soul Suppression Tower was no problem, he was still stunned to hear the first layer could be completed in such a short time.

The War God had spent a full ten years just to complete that first layer—and still hadn’t cultivated a Soul Suppression Seed...

Thinking of this, Bai asked with concern, “Are you sure that after finishing the first layer, you can cultivate a Soul Suppression Seed?”

“Of course. According to the records of the Soul Suppression Tower, once a layer is fully constructed, the corresponding Soul Suppression Seed will naturally develop. I don’t need to refine it myself. I just have to follow the steps and complete the first layer,” Blue Sky replied calmly, with an air of certainty.

“...Fine, you win.” Bai was speechless. This prodigy’s talent and comprehension were truly unparalleled. Arguing further was only inviting frustration.

“So what are you waiting for? Start cultivating!”

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“Hehe, don’t be so fierce. I’m starting now,” Blue Sky chuckled lightly, then fell silent, focusing intently on cultivation.

Unbeknownst to him, far away beyond the stars, billions of light-years from Earth, a medium-sized cosmic warship was speeding through space.

“Your Highness, what is so extraordinary about that remote little planet that you personally take action?” In the luxurious cabin of the warship, two beautiful women who appeared to be maids nestled beside a middle-aged man. One held a cup of fine wine, gently pecking the man’s cheek and asking in an overly sweet tone.

“Heh, you wouldn’t understand. That so-called little planet may conceal something that will determine the course of my entire life...” The man smiled, his gaze profound and unfocused as if his pupils had no fixed point.

“Determine your life, Your Highness?” The other beauty was softly massaging the man’s temples. Hearing this, she showed a hint of doubt. “You are second only to the emperor in the entire Yuanlan Empire, ruling over trillions. How could something on such a remote planet influence your life?”

“Second only to one, ruling over trillions?” The man muttered, “Do you realize that being second means life and death are beyond one’s control...”

“What I seek is not merely being second... If I could obtain that thing of the War God’s, then the Yuanlan Empire is nothing,” the man lowered his head, a cold smile spreading across his lips, his eyes flashing with a strange brilliance. “Go ask how much longer until we reach our destination.”

“We asked last time—it’s about eight more years,” one maid answered. “Your Highness, since you value that remote planet so much, why not use the cosmic war armor? Although it costs more, it can get us there much faster.”

“No, no, no, you don’t understand. If I show even the slightest urgency, my death won’t be far off. Our Emperor, hehe...”