Now, one such rare being slept soundly before Qian Renxue, its glowing antennae pulsing faintly in rhythm with her own heartbeat.
Qian Renxue turned her gaze to She Long, who stood a step behind her like a shadow.
Her tone was calm but resolute.
"Uncle She Long, please incapacitate this soul beast."
She Long's brows furrowed. "Young Master…" He hesitated, his sharp instincts warning him of her true intention. He was no fool—her request, could only mean one thing.
Qian Renxue did not explain. She simply looked at him, her purple eyes unwavering, carrying both majesty and an unspoken command.
That gaze left him no room to retreat. She Long clenched his jaw, then let out a long breath. "...Alright."
He summoned his martial soul: Snake Lance, and jumped into the aquarium to incapacitate and bring the soul beast out. Within seconds, the sea soul beast with its body limp collapsed onto the office floor with a dull thud.
*Thud*
She Long himself soaked head to toe, droplets running down his face.
Qian Renxue nodded slightly. "Thank you, Uncle She Long."
Then, her voice sharpened. "Both of you—go outside. Tell anyone who comes near that I am not to be disturbed."
Ci Xue and She Long exchanged a glance, then bowed deeply. "Yes, Young Master."
The heavy door closed behind them. Silence fell, broken only by the faint drip of seawater pooling on the marble floor.
Qian Renxue's lips curved into a faint smile. She whispered under her breath, a murmur only meant for herself:
"Let's do it."
From her space soul guide, she drew out a long sword, its polished edge gleaming coldly under the light. Without hesitation, she thrust it downward, the blade piercing cleanly into the head of the unconscious Blue Horse Dream.
A muffled crack echoed through the room. The creature twitched once, then fell still, lifeless.
At that moment, its body began to glow faintly. Wisps of ocean-blue mist rose into the air, condensing into a single ring. Slowly, almost languidly, a dark purple soul ring formed above the corpse.
Qian Renxue exhaled, but her eyes remained sharp.
'When Beyonders advance to Sequence 5, a ritual is required…'
Her mind recalled the fragments of knowledge she had inherited:
'To become a Dreamwalker, one must seek out a harpy in the Spirit World, strike a contract with it, then, holding a tail feather, consume the potion amidst overwhelming joy or grief.'
But here, in this world, there was no Spirit World. So she could not find any harpies.
The purple soul ring descended slowly, its glow bathing her face in alternating hues of dreamlike serenity and suffocating oppression.
Qian Renxue closed her eyes, crossed her legs before the corpse, and allowed the soul ring to settle over her body.
' Well there is neither a Spirit World here , nor a soul beast like harpy. I can only hope that nothing goes wrong.'
Completely forgetting about Murphy's law, Qian Renxue asked in her mind, her tone calm but tinged with anticipation:
"Are you ready, Tianmeng?"
The silkworm's voice boomed back, cheerful as always,
"Of course! I am an expert, you can leave this to me—I could do it with my eyes closed!"
She shook her head, then folded her legs beneath her and sat in a meditative posture. Her breathing steadied, purple eyes dimming with focus.
The soul ring hovering above the lifeless body of the Blue Horse Dream trembled once, then was inexorably drawn toward her.
Despite his boasting, Tianmeng was not relaxed at all. Inside her spirit sea, the million-year-old silkworm loomed with every thread of attention strained. His body radiated pure soul energy, which he carefully guided into the ring like a craftsman threading silk.
The transformation began.
The purple hue darkened, deepened, then changed into pure black. Black bled into crimson, until the entire ring pulsed like a living heart. Crimson cracked, seeping molten-gold veins that glowed brighter and brighter, branching into ten distinct radiant lines that circled the entire soul ring like divine inscriptions.
The atmosphere in the office trembled. The golden ring emitted a deep hum, reverberating against the walls as if the world itself was acknowledging its birth.
Tianmeng's voice dropped into a low whisper, all cheerfulness gone.
"I'm releasing everything now…"
The torrent of soul energy surged outward, flooding into the soul ring.Qian Renxue felt it, and the remaining extra soul energy like a tide came crashing against her dantian. Her body shuddered, the vortex in her dantian whirling violently, hungrily swallowing the excess energy. And then—silence.
The Angel Martial Soul manifested behind her, its holy silhouette towering, wings spread wide in luminous radiance. The fifth golden ring descended slowly, reverently, and locked itself around the martial soul, joining the other four rings, to become five concentric halos.
Qian Renxue exhaled, sweat beading her brow. She was bracing herself for what would come next—because she knew her advancement in Beyonder Sequence will start soon. She had prepared her mind.
But nothing could prepare her for the voice.
It was not singular. It was a cacophony of layered, fractured, broken. A thousand whispers speaking in unison, every syllable dragging her mind deeper into haze.
Ẅ̷̛̠̘́̑̒̒.. a̶̡̳͚̘͖̲̓͂̈́̎t̸̺͖̩̯̤̅̅… d̶̡͉͇̠͖͊̎͋̀͆̕.r ĕ̶̡̅͝a̴͍͂̇̀͌̕͝m̴̰͈̲͚̟̏͛̅… y̶̡͚̬͈̍o̴͕̅̔̄͠u̸̺͇͗̓̎̇͝ ̶̨̨̤̺͕̈́͌w̷͉̯͎̰̟̏̍͗̽̌..ṅ̴͔͕̪̓t̸̞̼̼̖̞̃̍͐̀͐… ẗ̶̡̩͔́͋̍o̵͖͂͑̈́͠ ̴̡̲̘̘͉̤̂̇̈́͝ wȅ̷̠̯̝͙̒̅a̸̤͐..v̷̨̝͑̿͂́e̸̪̟̰̳͉̹̚̚͝͝?̶̟̤̟͔̙̒ .. l̵͉͔̤̍̿̈́ͅė̴̜͝.. ̷̩̻̯̫̀̚o̸͖͑̄̇f̵̖͕̀̓̿ ̶̗̃̍̚m̷͕̞̓̎̅̚..n̶͍̅͘͝...…̴͓̞̯̀̾͂͝"
Her eyes rolled back, whites swallowing the violet. A shiver ran down her frame before she collapsed onto the ground with a muted thud, already pulled into the suffocating embrace of sleep.
Electrolux's eyes which were now golden was staring calmly as all this happened from Qian Renxue's Spirit Sea unbothered, while Tianmeng Silkworm was fending against the murmurs.