Urban best double repair

Chapter 1720 Spiritual Source Fire Seed

Five thousand years within the Unnamed Void Realm is but five years in the outside world.

Song Yu finally opened his eyes slowly, a black and white rune flashing in them, disappearing in an instant, and finally returning to a clear state, but with a more serene understanding of the world than before.

At this moment, he has not only fully recovered from his injuries, but has also stepped into the realm of half-step supreme emperor, with his physical body, soul, and cultivation reaching unprecedented heights!

With a wave of his hand, countless primordial runes condensed in front of him, transforming into a rune clone that was exactly the same as him. The clone's aura was identical to his, and it could even invoke the rules of life and death. With a wave of his hand, it could tear apart space!

"Is this the true power of the Primordial Spirit Technique?"

Song Yu murmured softly, his fingertips twitching slightly, and the rune clones transformed into specks of spiritual light and dissipated. "Ten thousand runes at will, rules merging, truly defying the heavens!"

Upon seeing this, both the Evil Emperor and the Demon Emperor stood up, their eyes filled with shock!

They could clearly sense the aura emanating from Song Yu. He was a true half-step supreme ruler, and the source of his power was far superior to theirs, surpassing even the power of a god!

"You've awakened and successfully stepped into the realm of a half-step supreme emperor!"

"The true power of the Primordial Spirit Technique has ultimately been mastered by you!"

Song Yu turned to look at the two men and saw that they were pale and weak. He immediately understood what was happening and bowed, saying, "Thank you both!"

"No thanks needed."

The Evil Emperor waved his hand slightly, "I once said that there is no possibility between us being enemies!"

"Besides, helping you is helping me."

The Evil Emperor smiled faintly, "Based on my understanding of him, he would never come out to cause you trouble before he has completely stepped into the realm of the Supreme Emperor."

"Ah."

Song Yu nodded slightly, "Let's go, it's time for us to go find them!"

"Ah."

The Evil Emperor nodded, naturally understanding that the "they" Song Yu was referring to were the Xie Cang Xie Clan!

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Ancient forbidden land!

A spatial rift shrouded in chaotic mist.

Within the rift, there were mountains of withered bones, all relics of ancient gods and demons. Each bone was covered with weathered runes and flowed with long-dried divine essence.

Deep within the mist, a dilapidated obsidian altar floated in mid-air. On the altar, a phantom figure was violently distorted, its pale golden aura flickering like a candle in the wind.

It was an ancient spirit god.

His figure was so ethereal that it almost blended into the chaotic mist. His divine body, which was originally as radiant as the sun, was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from extreme anger. His illusory palms even tore through the surrounding space, leaking out wisps of chaotic energy, which were instantly swallowed up by the decaying power within him.

"Damn!!"

The voice of the ancient spirit was hoarse and dry.

Suddenly, he looked up sharply, and two scarlet beams of light shot out from his illusory eyes, piercing through layers of chaotic mist, as if trying to see through time and space, and landing on Song Yu in the Nameless Void.

"The Primordial Spirit Technique...that's mine! It belongs to my Spirit Clan!"

His roar echoed through the forbidden land, filled with endless, resentful madness!

"What right does a lowly human have to control the Primordial Spiritual Technique?!"

The ancient spirit god's figure trembled violently, and the spiritual light around him dimmed even more, clearly indicating that his emotional agitation had aggravated his injuries.

"A near-perfect Emperor... who can also condense rune clones and invoke the rules of life and death..."

The voice of the ancient spirit was filled with unbelievable terror.

"No! We absolutely cannot let him continue to grow up like this!"

A ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the ancient spirit god. He knew better than anyone the terror of the Primordial Spirit Technique. It was not just a cultivation method, but also contained the power of the rules of the primordial world. Once Song Yu completely stepped into the realm of the Supreme Emperor and fully controlled the Spirit Technique, let alone reclaiming the Spirit Technique, he himself probably wouldn't even be able to keep his remnant soul.

But in his current state, let alone fighting Song Yu, he would even have difficulty leaving the forbidden area!

He looked down at his illusory hands, feeling the decaying divinity within him, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

"I must regain my strength as soon as possible..."

The ancient spirit took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the resentment in his heart!

He looked up into the deepest part of the forbidden land, where a denser layer of chaotic mist shrouded the area. Within the mist, he could vaguely see an even more ancient altar, upon which a faint spiritual light seemed to flicker.

That was his last hope!

That is the ancestral altar left by the ancestor of the Spirit Race when he opened up the forbidden land. At the heart of the altar is sealed a wisp of "Spiritual Source Fire Seed", which is the core of the Spirit Race's most fundamental power. It contains the initial rules that are no less than the Primordial Spiritual Techniques. When the Spirit Race was destroyed, he used his last bit of divine power to seal the fire seed here, originally to leave a glimmer of hope for the Spirit Race!

But now, he can't care about anything else!

"The Spiritual Source Fire Seed... As long as I can successfully refine you, let alone restoring you to your full strength, what difficulty would there be in even reaching the level of an unparalleled Emperor?"

The voice of the ancient spirit god was filled with a morbid fanaticism, and the illusory figure transformed into a pale golden stream of light, rushing towards the deepest part of the forbidden land.

The chaotic mist along the way dispersed as if it had encountered its nemesis, only to gather again behind him.

But after traveling only a few miles, the void ahead suddenly trembled violently, and countless black chains burst forth from the chaos. The chains were covered with ferocious spirit-devouring runes, and each rune exuded an aura of annihilation that made his soul tremble!

This is the "Spirit Locking Restriction," a deadly formation he set up years ago to prevent foreign enemies from intruding into the core area, but now it has become an insurmountable barrier to him!

"Damn it! The restrictions we set up back then have now become a stumbling block!"

The ancient spirit gritted its teeth, filled with remorse, but at the same time, its decaying divinity surged wildly within it, attempting to unleash its spiritual light to break through the restrictions.

However, his power at this moment was less than one-tenth of his peak strength. The pale golden spiritual light collided with the dark chains and shattered like a bubble with just a crisp "ding". The recoil made his illusory figure even fainter, and a trace of divine blood spilled from the corner of his mouth!

The chains moved in response and began to wrap around him!

Where the chains passed, space was torn apart with fine cracks, and chaotic energy surged in wildly, eroding his already broken divine body.

The ancient spirit god's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly waved his hand to release dozens of defensive runes. The runes condensed into a light shield in front of him, but the chain easily pierced through it, and the sharp chain tip grazed his shoulder.

"Ahhh!"

The excruciating pain caused the ancient spirit to let out a shrill roar.

"With my remnant soul as the guide, and with the blood of my ancestors as the pact, I will break free!"

The ancient seal flew towards the chains, bursting with dazzling golden light in the air. The dark chains melted upon encountering the golden light, like ice and snow meeting fire. The spirit-devouring runes gradually dimmed under the suppression of the spirit patterns.

The ancient spirit seized this fleeting opportunity, transforming into a streak of light and speeding through the gaps in the chains.

Even so, several chains still grazed his body, leaving deeper cracks on his illusory divine form, making his aura even weaker.

Passing through the spirit-locking barrier, the chaotic mist ahead grew even thicker, and the ancient chanting could be faintly heard coming from the depths of the mist. It was a protective incantation left by the ancestors of the Spirit Race, and only members of the race with pure blood could approach the ancestral altar.

He continued forward following the sound of chanting, and about half an hour later, the chaotic mist suddenly dissipated, revealing a white jade ancestral altar that was a hundred times larger than the obsidian altar.

The ancestral altar is divided into nine levels, each level is carved with statues of the ancestors of the Spirit Clan. The statues are lifelike, and their eyes are full of majesty and compassion!

At the top of the ancestral altar, the faint spiritual light became clearer and clearer. It was the spiritual source fire seed wrapped in layers of runes. As the fire seed flickered, it emitted a spiritual charm that was so pure that it made the surrounding chaotic air currents become gentle.

The ancient spirit god hovered beneath the ancestral altar, gazing at the wisp of spiritual fire with eyes full of greed!

He slowly raised his hand, and a beam of spiritual light flew towards the top of the ancestral altar, attempting to break the seal on the fire seed.

But the moment the spiritual light touched the sealing runes, the ancestral altar suddenly trembled violently, and the nine-layered divine statues opened their eyes at the same time, shooting out nine golden beams of light. The beams of light converged in the air to form a majestic phantom, which was the projection of the remnant soul of the Spirit Race's ancestor.

"Ling Hao, do you know your crime?"

The phantom's voice was like thunder, causing the ancient spirit god to tremble violently and kneel in the void. Ling Hao was his real name, and only the ancestor of the spirit race would call him that.

"Ancestors..." The ancient spirit's voice choked with emotion, "Your junior knows his mistake! Back then, your junior was greedy..."

"The Primordial Spiritual Technique is formed from the initial rules of heaven and earth, and cannot be exclusively possessed by our Spirit Clan. Your forced refinement is an act against the heavens!"

The illusory figure of the progenitor sighed softly, "I entrusted the Primordial Spiritual Technique to the Evil Clan because they had no selfish motives! But what about you?"

"Ancestor!!"

The ancient spirit god suddenly looked up, a resolute light flashing in his eyes, "That Song Yu is nothing but a lowly human, yet he stole the Primordial Spirit Technique that rightfully belonged to my spirit race, and now he has even stepped into the half-step Supreme Emperor realm with the help of the technique! If we let him..."

"Obsession breeds demons, and demons arise from the heart!" The illusory figure of the ancestor shook his head, interrupting the words of the ancient spirit god. "The fact that the Primordial Spirit Technique has recognized a master means that he is qualified!"

"I don't care!" the ancient spirit god roared. "If I want my spirit race to stand above all other races, I must obtain the Primordial Spirit Technique! I beg my ancestors to give it to me!"

The ancestral phantom remained silent for a long time, the majesty in its eyes gradually turning into pity: "So be it, your obsession is so deep, I cannot force you. The Spiritual Source Fire Seed can be given to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestral phantom transformed into a golden light and merged into the sealing runes at the top of the ancestral altar.

The runes slowly dissipated, revealing the true nature of that wisp of spiritual fire!

"Thank you, ancestors!"

Overjoyed, the ancient spirit god disregarded the excruciating pain in his body and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the Spirit Source Fire Seed.

He stretched out his illusory palm and carefully grasped the flame. The flame felt warm to the touch, and an extremely pure power instantly surged into his body, repairing his broken body.