Chapter 25 Silk Returns 1, Focusing Light into a Blade

The five light filaments trembled violently for a moment, and finally collapsed into countless points of light with a "bang".

Ye Feng groaned, feeling as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer, and his vision went black.

But instead of feeling frustrated, I was actually quite excited.

We found the right path.

The days that followed became incredibly regular.

During the day, he would practice his skills in the courtyard, focusing his attention on controlling and concentrating the light filaments.

Initially, it could barely maintain five roots, but later it gradually stabilized, and then it attempted to condense a sixth root.

This process took a full three months.

The moment the sixth filament stabilized and took shape, his mental strength also broke through a bottleneck, and his perception became much sharper.

At night, he would sit cross-legged and meditate to recover the mental energy consumed during the day, while absorbing the soul energy between heaven and earth to improve his level.

Time flew by in this tedious yet fulfilling practice.

Six months later.

In the courtyard late at night, all was quiet.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged, and in front of him, ten slender yet solid golden light threads floated silently.

Each filament of light emitted a faint golden halo, filled with a sacred yet sharp aura.

After six months of arduous training, I was finally able to stably control ten light filaments simultaneously.

"Next, we will weave them into blades."

Ye Feng opened his eyes, his spiritual power surged, and the ten light threads began to slowly converge together.

This is yet another problem.

How can ten high-energy optical filaments be combined in the most stable and compact structure?

I tried simply stacking them side by side, but the energy between the filaments repelled each other, making it impossible for them to merge.

I also tried twisting them together like braiding a rope, but the result was a loose structure and a significant reduction in power.

Failure after failure, attempt after attempt.

Ye Feng was completely absorbed in it, forgetting himself entirely.

He continuously deduced in his mind all the physical structures and mathematical models he had learned in his previous life.

Ultimately, their focus shifted to a single structure—the double helix.

Two optical filaments are intertwined around each other to form a stable axis.

The remaining eight light filaments are inlaid and intertwined in a specific angle and order, forming a perfect whole.

This process demands an unprecedented level of control over mental power.

If the angle of any single filament deviates even slightly, the entire structure will collapse instantly.

Ye Feng held his breath, focusing all his attention on it.

One, two...

Under his mental control, the light filaments moved precisely to their designated positions, like the most obedient elves.

hum-

The moment the tenth filament was perfectly aligned, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth.

The ten light threads merged instantly, transforming into a golden light blade about three feet long and two fingers wide, which hovered quietly in front of Ye Feng.

This light blade is completely different from the "light-gathering blade" that was previously condensed using soul power.

It is no longer an illusory energy body, but presents a near-tangible metallic texture.

Golden light flowed across the blade, as if it were breathing with life.

The sharp aura even caused a slight distortion in the surrounding air.

It worked!

Ye Feng stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

He could clearly feel that this blade of light was connected to his bloodline, as if it were an extension of his arm.

With a thought, the light blade can be wielded freely.

Turning my gaze to the corner of the courtyard, I saw a huge blue stone, about half a person's height, left over from when the courtyard wall was reinforced.

There was no charging up, no unnecessary movements.

Ye Feng simply stood there, casually waving his arm at the blue stone.

laugh!

A crescent-shaped golden light blade detached from the physical light blade in his hand and shot out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!

There was no earth-shattering noise, no smoke or dust from an explosion.

The golden blade of light silently sliced ​​through the bluestone.

One second later.

The upper part of the bluestone slid slowly down along an incredibly smooth cut and crashed to the ground with a "thud".

The cut is as smooth as a mirror, and can even reflect a person's image under the moonlight.

What incredible power!

The destructive power of this attack is absolutely no less than the first soul skill of a power-attack type soul master!

Ye Feng was shocked; he had consumed about one-sixth of his soul power.

He raised his hand again and waved it repeatedly at the empty space.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

Three golden blades of light shot out in succession, drawing dazzling yet deadly trajectories in the night sky.

After unleashing the fourth light blade, the physical light blade in his right hand flickered for a moment, and finally, with a "poof," it turned into specks of golden light and dissipated into the air.

A strong sense of emptiness washed over me.

Ye Feng sensed that two-thirds of the soul power within his body had been drained.

He was slightly out of breath, but a satisfied look appeared on his face.

Let's call this self-created soul skill "Light Blade".

Simple and straightforward.

This is, so far, my strongest trump card.

Although he had some means to protect himself, Ye Feng felt it wasn't enough.

The advantages of the light blade lie in its long range, speed, and sharpness.

However, its energy structure is "open," existing for the purpose of "cutting."

Yes, its energy structure is "open," existing for the purpose of "cutting."

Cutting means sharpness, it means ultimate penetration of a point.

But what if we're facing an absolute "face"?

For example, what about a massive, incredibly strong spirit beast that cannot be easily cut through?

A light blade might be able to cut a gash, but it's unlikely to inflict a fatal, devastating blow.

Its essence is "division", not "destruction".

not enough.

Far from enough.

Ye Feng stood in the empty courtyard, the night wind blowing through his long silver hair. The newly formed light blade in his hand slowly dissipated, turning into specks of golden light.

There must be a force, a pure, irrational attack method capable of unleashing terrifying energy in an instant.

A soul skill that exists for the purpose of "destruction".

In my mind, the concept of the light blade comes from the imitation of the microscopic structure of matter, weaving energy particles into the most stable form.

Therefore, the direction of new soul skills should be to go in the opposite direction.

It's not weaving, it's compression.

It's not about stability, it's about triggering an explosion.

He compressed a massive amount of luminous soul power into an extremely small singularity through distraction control.

Then, using a specific structure as a guide, this energy, which has been compressed to the extreme, is released in a targeted manner in an instant.

That will no longer be "cutting", but "penetrating" and "annihilating".

Like... an armor-piercing projectile made of pure energy.

Once this thought arises, it can never be stopped.

Ye Feng's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

This is the power he wants!

However, theoretical concepts are always a million times simpler than practical ones.

He sat down cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and focused his mental energy into his body.