Chapter 26 Imprisoned by Light, Creating the Soul Skill Holy Light Baptism

First, there was compression. The ten golden light threads, which could now be stably controlled, began to slowly converge towards a central point under the guidance of mental power. The moment they made contact, a violent repulsive force erupted from the point of contact! It was like trying to force the like poles of two magnets together.

"Pfft!" Ye Feng's body trembled, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he forced it back down.

In the mental realm, the ten light threads instantly went out of control, colliding wildly and finally disintegrating into a chaotic flow of energy. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through the brain.

It failed. Simple physical compression simply didn't work.

The natural repulsive force between energies cannot be overcome by mental power alone. There must be a "container".

A cage capable of confining these high-energy light particles.

But what can block out the light?

Ye Feng was not discouraged; instead, he fell into deeper thought.

In this world, Soul Masters fight using Soul Power.

The Spirit Hall rules through power.

Ordinary people live on money. Everything in the world has its own rules and logic.

The same is true of light.

His knowledge from his past life told him that light possesses wave-particle duality.

The light blade utilizes its "particle" aspect to weave light particles into shape.

So, is the key to the "container" its "wave" aspect? If one can use spiritual power to guide the power of light and construct a special energy field, forming a "standing wave" structure... an energy barrier composed of waves of light.

Then, the luminous soul power representing "particles" is continuously poured in.

Use light to imprison light!

This idea is bold, even a bit crazy.

But Ye Feng felt that this was the only correct answer.

This is not merely the application of soul power, but also an exploration of the essence of one's own martial soul. The martial soul is "light and shadow".

Light is the foundation. In the days that followed, Ye Feng began a completely ascetic life of seclusion.

Instead of practicing the weaving of light blades, he devoted all his attention to constructing the "container of light".

This is more than an order of magnitude more difficult than condensing light filaments.

It requires distraction control, simultaneously manipulating several streams of soul power to make them oscillate and resonate at a specific frequency, ultimately forming a stable, closed spherical energy field.

In the first month, not even a vague outline could be formed.

If one's mental strength fluctuates even slightly, the soul power will immediately go out of control.

Every day, he would push his mental energy to its limit until his head ached terribly and his vision blurred before he would stop. Then he would begin to meditate to restore his soul and mental energy.

Wake up, and continue.

Day after day, week after week.

The weeds in the yard grew and withered, withered and grew again.

The moss in the corner of the wall spread to the entire base of the wall.

Three months later. Late at night.

Finally, a fist-sized, shimmering, illusory ball of light, emitting a faint golden glow, floated tremblingly from Ye Feng's fingertips.

It is very unstable, with energy constantly escaping from its edges, as if it could collapse at any moment.

But it succeeded! The prototype of an energy cage constructed from light waves has emerged.

Ye Feng felt no joy whatsoever; his entire focus was on maintaining this fragile balance.

Next step, fill in.

Carefully drawing out a wisp of the finest luminous soul power from within his body, he attempted to infuse it into that illusory sphere of light.

"Bang!" The ball of light exploded instantly!

Ye Feng grunted, his entire body was thrown away by a tremendous force, crashing heavily into the wall behind him before sliding down.

He was knocked unconscious by the explosion and lay in bed for a full two weeks before recovering.

Another three months have passed.

In the courtyard, Ye Feng remained seated, his figure still somber.

Before them, the golden sphere of light had become much more solid, hovering stably in mid-air like a small sun.

Slowly raising his other hand, a slender golden thread of light appeared, and under his control, it gently and slowly pierced into the sphere of light.

This time, the sphere of light only flickered violently for a moment before stabilizing again.

The filament of light was torn apart and decomposed by the violent internal energy field the moment it entered the sphere of light, turning into pure light particles that merged into the sphere.

The brightness of the light sphere visibly increased slightly.

It worked!

Ye Feng's tense body finally relaxed a little.

We found the right path.

The next step is to repeat the process of filling and filling again.

This is a long and tedious process.

A year has passed.

The wooden gate of the courtyard was already covered by vines, and on the gap in the courtyard wall, unknown wildflowers bloomed and withered.

Ye Feng hasn't stepped out of this courtyard for a whole year.

Sit cross-legged with your palms lightly supporting your chest.

In the palm of his hand, a golden ball of light, the size of an infant's fist, was quietly spinning.

Its light was no longer dazzling; instead, it possessed a restrained, profound quality. It was as if all the energy was tightly compressed within that tiny core.

The surrounding air became slightly distorted due to the energy field.

The dust on the ground swirled around it, forming a barely visible vortex.

This is the result of his year of hard work.

Inside, the energy of ten light filaments was compressed.

But that's not enough.

You can sense that the limits of this container are far beyond what it has.

What needs to be done is to keep filling it until its energy density reaches a level that even you feel a thrill in.

Time continues to flow.

Another six months have passed.

In the courtyard, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Compared to a year and a half ago, his face has lost some of its youthful immaturity, and his features have become more defined. His black eyes are as deep as the starry sky.

Between his palms, the golden sphere of light had expanded to the size of a plate.

Its surface is no longer smooth, but covered with countless fine, constantly moving golden arcs of electricity.

Terrifying energy surged within, each pulse causing the entire courtyard to tremble.

Ye Feng could clearly sense that this ball of light had reached the limit of his current mental power.

If it were even slightly more, this unstable energy aggregate would turn into a devastating disaster in his hands.

it's time.

The final step: launch.

He took a deep breath, and his mental energy split again.

One part of it was desperately maintaining the stability of the light sphere.

The other part begins to construct a completely new structure in front of it.

It still revolves around the double helix.

This time, however, it was not woven into flat, sharp blades, but instead constructed into a hollow, cylindrical passage about one meter long.

A "cannon barrel" made of light.

The moment the cannon barrel was formed, Ye Feng slowly pushed the violent energy sphere into the end of the barrel.

The two fit together perfectly.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his soul power boiled over at that moment.

Success or failure hinges on this!

"Holy Light... Baptism!"

A low growl was squeezed out from deep in his throat.

With his hands clasped together, he thrust them forward forcefully!

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