The soul world was unfathomably deep, as though it stretched on without end.
At its most mysterious depths lay the space where talents resided, a most mysterious place beyond the reach of ordinary people.
In the past, the Heaven-Chosen had poured immense effort into locating the talent world, exhausting every possible method before managing to drag talents out from within.
Even then, they could not retrieve them all—only one or two at most.
For the humans, talents came with strict limitations. A person could possess no more than three.
And according to Antares, no human had ever successfully drawn out all three.
Bringing out one marked one as a supreme genius; bringing out two made one a monster among monsters.
Guided by memory, Lin Moyu finally found the entrance to the talent world.
It remained only slightly ajar, a narrow crack far too small for the soul main body to pass through.
Back then, his strength had been insufficient; that tiny opening was the best he could achieve.
Through the gap, he caught a glimpse of the talent world, where three blazing flames burned.
He had witnessed the birth of one of them and knew these flames represented his three talents.
Now, the first step was to fully open the gate, so he could enter and bring the talents out.
His soul main body reached forward and began tearing at the gate, forcing the crack wider.
The process was surreal, perceptible only to him, yet no less real.
In this age, Lin Moyu was the first to attempt such a method. There was no precedent, no guidance to follow.
Rrip!
A section of the gate tore open.
At the same instant, Lin Moyu screamed. An indescribable agony surged through him, overwhelming his entire being.
His soul main body trembled violently, like a wounded creature.
Only then did he understand: this was his own soul world.
Tearing open the gate to the talent world was the same as tearing his own soul.
The pain far surpassed that of losing limbs.
He was quite literally tormenting himself.
“Those Heaven-Chosen lunatics!”
Lin Moyu couldn’t help but curse. Anyone capable of devising such a method had to be insane.
Across countless years in the greater world, talents had not belonged solely to the Heaven-Chosen, so why were they the only ones who discovered the method to draw them out?
Steeling himself, he pressed on.
The opening had widened slightly; by his estimate, another ten or twenty attempts would suffice.
Gathering his soul force, he struck again.
Better short pain than prolonged torment… Lin Moyu committed with everything he had.
Rrip!
The tearing sound echoed once more, followed by another scream that reverberated through the soul world.
The resonance carried outward, even reaching Antares.
Antares shuddered, “The brat’s tearing the gate… that pain…”
“For the Heaven-Chosen to create something so inhumane… they’re truly deranged.”
Antares recalled his own past, one he would rather forget.
All top-tier experts had endured the same trial. To draw out talents, tearing open the gate was unavoidable.
And nearly everyone who went through this process cursed the Heaven-Chosen from beginning to end.
Lin Moyu was no exception. With every tear, he cursed them.
The Heaven-Chosen were ruthless. But in this moment, Lin Moyu was just as ruthless toward himself.
He endured the agony and gave everything with each attempt.
Scream after scream echoed, each one shaking the soul world.
Even the law art stars trembled, as if sharing in their master’s agony.
After the tenth scream, silence finally fell upon the soul world.
The gate had been completely torn open, revealing a passage wide enough to pass through.
Standing outside the passage, Lin Moyu could already feel the aura radiating from his talents.
The flames burned fiercely, far more intensely than the law art stars.
But his soul was utterly exhausted, forced to retreat and recover beneath the gentle glow of the law art stars.
“Antares… kill me.” Lin Moyu called weakly.
He had already torn open the gate; his soul force was completely depleted.
Antares didn’t hesitate, striking him with the True God 1st tier power.
A heavy thud echoed. Several summoni-type law art stars trembled at once, yet not a single undead fell.
With the Comprehensive Link talent, they lived and died as one.
“How did your defense get even stronger?” Antares exclaimed.
Lin Moyu replied, “The undead have increased more than fourfold. Due to my talent's influence, I’ve become a bit tougher.”
“How is anyone supposed to live with you around?” Antares muttered, raising his attack power to True God 2nd tier.
Boom.
This time, the undead army collapsed. Immediately, the Undeath Undead law art star flashed, and every fallen undead was resurrected.
A second later, they collapsed again.
After two consecutive collapses, the power of Antares’s attack was finally exhausted.
Yet Lin Moyu remained unharmed.
At True God 2nd tier power, it took three strikes to trigger Lin Moyu’s Comprehensive Rebirth talent.
To truly kill him would require six deaths within a single minute.
Antares knew how difficult that was.
He had no desire to argue with such a monster. With two more attacks, he helped Lin Moyu trigger his talent.
His soul was reborn, surging with renewed power.
Without hesitation, Lin Moyu guided his soul main body back into the talent world.
The talent world was a searing and vibrant world, illuminated by three blazing flames.
Lin Moyu approached one of them. From earlier observations, he knew which talent it represented.
The flame represented Comprehensive Amplification, the first talent he had ever obtained, and the foundation of his rise.
“I’ll move you first.”
Fixing his gaze on the flame, Lin Moyu saw a seed-like object at its core.
That was the source of the flame, the talent seed.
To move a talent, he only needed to bring this talent seed into his soul world.
It looked small and harmless.
His soul main body reached out. The moment he touched the flame, unbearable agony exploded within his soul main body.
Lin Moyu screamed. His body convulsed as muffled pops echoed, wounds bursting open everywhere.
Blood poured out as if he might be blown apart at any moment.
Lin Moyu jerked his hand back, “This flame… it’s terrifying.”
It burned the soul itself—a horrifying fire, reminiscent of his Soul Incineration law art.
This time, prepared, Lin Moyu tried again.
Purple fire engulfed his soul again.
Pain surged violently through him, spreading into his body.
In an instant, fresh wounds tore open, leaving him drenched in blood.
Antares watched in silence.
This was a trial Lin Moyu had to endure alone.
Gritting his teeth, Lin Moyu pushed forward.
The distance was small, but it felt endless.
Every inch cost him dearly, the flames devouring him bit by bit.
Then Lin Moyu noticed something wrong.
His soul main body… was fading.
It was being burned away.
