"You treacherous humans! Even if I am destroyed, I will never submit to you!"
Evan Chu hadn’t expected the Geocore Soul Mother’s hatred for humans to run this deep. She’d rather perish than surrender.
With a single thought, Evan Chu released the Chaos Spirit.
Evan Chu tried again to persuade her. His goal was never to destroy these Soul Ambers or the Soul Mother—if they all died, repairing his artifact spirits would be a joke.
But what came back at Evan wasn’t words—it was an even more terrifying attack than before. The sixteen Soul-Pattern Pillars instantly transformed into ninety-nine Soul-Shattering Needles, soul fluctuations rippling through the space and causing all the immature soul wisps nearby to collapse and vanish!
This...
Evan Chu’s brows furrowed deeply. The Geocore Soul Mother was clearly ready to fight to the death. This time, she was draining the power of every soul in the space—even some Soul Springs began to dissipate.
"Stop!" Evan Chu couldn’t just stand by and watch her keep going—these treasures would all belong to him eventually!
Abandoning Thunder Laws, Evan Chu shifted to the comparatively gentle Wind Element Law. Just as his own soul had once been trapped by the Soul-Pattern Pillars, now he condensed a Wind Law spatial cage to imprison the Soul Mother.
"Seal!"
The restless spatial ripples gradually stabilized, and the ninety-nine Soul-Shattering Needles controlled by the Geocore Soul Mother were blocked by the Wind Law’s spatial shield. Now, only the Soul Mother remained in the space, cut off from all outside power—she couldn’t absorb energy to destroy the Soul Springs or soul wisps anymore.
"Are you insane? You keep calling these your children, so why are you trying to destroy them?"
"Heh! Don’t think I don’t know what you despicable humans are after. We’ve already lost the Dark Origin Spirit, and most of this realm’s foundation is gone. If the Light Origin Spirit gets taken too, our extinction is only a matter of time!"
The Geocore Soul Mother suddenly blurted out this, leaving Evan Chu totally baffled.
"Light Origin Spirit? Dark Origin Spirit? What are those?"
"Hmph! Don’t play dumb! For over a million years, no outsiders have ever come here. But not long ago, some bastard showed up, hurt my children, and stole the Dark Origin Spirit. Now, just after that, you show up too—obviously he tipped you off!
Otherwise, out of all the Soul-Spirit Realms, how did you manage to find my Geocore Soul-Source Realm? If he didn’t leak the location to you, are you telling me it was just a coincidence?"
Evan Chu was stunned. It seemed he really had no clue what this Geocore Soul-Source Realm was, and his original goal had just been to find a Soul-Spirit Realm!
"Fine, believe it or not, I’ll tell you anyway: I was just looking for a Soul-Spirit Realm, and ending up here was pure accident. My real goal isn’t whatever Light or Dark Origin Spirit you’re talking about—I just need to fix my artifacts and find a powerful Soul Amber to become my new artifact spirit."
As he spoke, Evan Chu took out the Frostbane Divine Sword and Ethereal Divine Shuttle.
"Heh. I’m trapped by you anyway—do whatever you want. Just don’t think you can trick us with sweet talk. You humans are the most despicable, treacherous species in the world!"
The Geocore Soul Mother was dead set on believing Evan Chu meant her harm, and for now, her mood couldn’t calm down. Clearly, the person who stole the Dark Origin Spirit had hurt her badly.
With a single thought, Evan Chu summoned the Chaos Spirit, its form swirling out from his inner world—a living embodiment of primordial chaos, brimming with unpredictable power.
"I’m appointing you as my negotiator now—go talk to her! You know exactly what I want. I’ve got other things to handle."
Evan decisively handed off the negotiation task to the Chaos Spirit, then hurried to repair the Frostbane Divine Sword and Ethereal Divine Shuttle—his two core artifacts whose restoration could tip the balance of power.
Evan decisively entrusted the negotiation to the Chaos Spirit, then hurried off to repair the Frostbane Divine Sword and Ethereal Divine Shuttle—his two core artifacts, whose restoration could tip the balance of power.
To restore these two divine artifacts, it wasn’t enough for the soul lifeform to be powerful—it had to possess perfectly matched attributes. Sifting through countless Soul Ambers and Soul Springs in the Geocore Soul-Source Realm, finding one that fit was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
After three days of relentless searching, Evan finally discovered two Soul Ambers that seemed perfect—each cultivated for fifty thousand years, radiating rare soul power. Yet before he could act, both Soul Ambers detonated in a flash of despair, their souls scattering into nothingness, leaving not a trace of energy behind.
"Damn it! Looks like if I want to infuse Soul Amber power into my artifacts, I’ll have to start by dealing directly with the Geocore Soul Mother!"
The Geocore Soul-Source Realm stretched vast and deep. Evan flew out from its heart to find the Chaos Spirit, only to discover that negotiations had collapsed—the Soul Mother’s trauma and suspicion had proven too great a barrier.
"Sigh! We’re really unlucky. This Soul Mother just lost the Dark Origin Spirit, so she’s super suspicious and convinced we’re here to steal the Light Origin Spirit."
"Light, darkness... What exactly are these so-called Origin Spirits?"
"They’re elemental spirits made of extremely pure energy. They aren’t as freakish as the Elemental Spirit Pearl in your space, but they’ve always been the foundation of this realm, stabilizing the soul life here. In their world, the Dark Origin Spirit and Light Origin Spirit are literally day and night."
Now, with the Dark Origin Spirit gone, only the Light Origin Spirit remains. Losing it would mean death for all of them.
After hearing this, Evan Chu understood. So he went straight to the Geocore Soul Mother. This time, he released the Wind Element Law cage and spoke sincerely.
"Through my friend, the Chaos Spirit, I’ve learned about your situation. First, I want to apologize for my earlier rudeness!"
Then Evan continued, "So, I think we can talk things out. For example, do you know what happened to the Dark Origin Spirit?"
"I knew it! That’s what you’re really here for!"
The Geocore Soul Mother grew even angrier, her soul power surging as she prepared to attack again.
But Evan Chu pulled out a Dark Element Core Pearl from his ring—the ones he’d gotten from killing Skycloud Palace experts. He still had a few left in his inner world.
"If I’m not mistaken, the power of your so-called Dark Origin Spirit matches this aura, right?"
"This... What is this? Where did you get it?"
"I got it after killing a few human experts who should’ve died ages ago—their power dispersed and left this behind. And the one who controlled them, the Spirit Lord, is probably the same person who stole your Dark Origin Spirit."
Let me say it one last time: I have nothing to do with him. He’s been scheming against me from the shadows—he’s my enemy, not my ally!"
The Geocore Soul Mother’s aura wavered. "So... you’re not here for the Light Origin Spirit?"
"I’m only here to repair my artifacts!"
"Then why do you want me to submit to you?"
My friends, the Elemental Spirit Pearl and Chaos Spirit, both say that if the three of you join forces, you’ll all get stronger—and maybe even create a new world-class space where you rule as soul sovereigns. If that world forms, you won’t need to rely on the Light or Dark Origin Spirits to survive. Isn’t that a good thing?
As soon as Evan said this, the Soul Mother’s soul power attack finally faded away.
"I hope you’ll become my friend, just like them. Basically, it’s simple: if you think you can’t live without the Light Origin Spirit, I can move it into my space too—or you can check out my space first. I’m sure you won’t want to leave once you see it."
"Then... let me think about it."
As the Geocore Soul Mother uttered those words, Evan Chu felt his heart pound like thunder. The Light Origin Spirit—an existence nearly on par with the Elemental Spirit Pearl, a soul entity of unimaginably high grade! Even if it fell short by a margin, the Dark Origin Spirit had empowered so many God-Venerable puppet experts; if he could harness the Light Transformation to break through to the ninth layer, wouldn’t that mean soaring to new heights was all but guaranteed? His blood surged with anticipation, ambition burning hotter than ever.