Chapter 3361: Thunder Martial SoulEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Whoosh!"

The Thunder Martial Soul shifted its gaze toward the spirit construct. Its right hand lifted the Thunder War Axe and struck fiercely through the air toward the spirit construct.

"Boom!!!!"

A peal of thunder erupted out of nowhere.

Lightning burst forth!

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky, striking the spirit construct. The blazing thunder instantly shattered the Tier 8 spirit construct into fragments.

"This..."

Damon stared at the scene before him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

What terrifying attack power!

At least compared to the Stellar Soul, the Thunder Martial Soul’s attack strength was twice as strong!

If compared to the Church’s soul warrior spirits...

Damon had a feeling.

The soul warrior spirits might not be able to win!

Moreover, Damon faintly sensed that within the lightning released by the Thunder Martial Soul, there was not only thunder-elemental power but also a faint aura similar to the Church’s holy power.

How on earth did he do that?!

Damon turned to look at Adam, his mind momentarily blank.

"Mr. Damon, do you have any suggestions?"

"N-no, no, none at all..."

Damon snapped back to his senses and waved his hands quickly.

Suggestions?

He wasn’t qualified to give any!

"The Thunder Martial Soul requires a spirit construct of at least Tier 8 as the source for refining. Also, the Thunder Battle Soul isn’t suitable for fighting in the Netherworld."

Fang Heng quietly explained to Zane, "But in other worlds, such as the spiritual world, the Thunder Battle Soul has its advantages."

The creation of the Thunder Battle Soul was entirely based on the concept of the God Clan’s soul warrior spirits, simulating thunder armor and the thunder war axe.

For close combat, it adopted the axe—a weapon with wide and powerful attacks. As for long-range attacks, the lightning strike was a simulation of the God’s Punishment skill.

In Fang Heng’s opinion, there were still many details that could be further optimized.

But for now, given the lack of time, the Thunder Martial Soul worked well enough as a mass-produced emergency weapon.

Zane narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded, "Impressive. So, Brother Fang Heng, are you planning to use them against the Church in the spiritual world?"

"That’s right."

Fang Heng nodded slightly.

Adam slowly turned his head toward Damon and tossed a mid-tier thunder orb—unbound—into his hands.

Damon instinctively caught it, his hands trembling slightly.

"Hm?"

"Damon, do you want it?"

Damon’s pupils contracted sharply.

Could he really wield such terrifying power?

Something he never even dared to dream of was now before him!

Seeing Damon’s expression, Adam said, "Try it."

Damon took a deep breath, lowering his gaze to the thunder orb covered with alchemical secret engravings in his palm.

What was there to fear!

He had already come this far!

Do it!

Gritting his teeth, Damon poured his mental strength rapidly into the orb.

Buzz...

A purple glow blossomed on the orb before quickly fading, establishing a spiritual link with Damon.

Damon raised his hand forward.

"Whoosh!"

Five Tier 10 Thunder Martial Souls shot out from the martial soul orb, lining up neatly in front of Damon.

High-tier Thunder Martial Souls!

There were five of them!

Sweat formed in Damon’s palms.

He looked at Adam and asked, "Adam, just tell me straight—what do you need me to do?"

...

Three days later.

Central Divine Kingdom.

Celia and Adam stood before a towering building.

"Adam, we’re here."

Fang Heng lifted his head, looking up at the tower that reached into the clouds, nodding inwardly.

The tallest Holy Spirit Temple in the world.

It was the only one with a sixteen-layer spiritual world teleportation magic array, under the Church’s control.

Access above the twelfth floor required the Church’s permission.

"Let’s go."

Celia glanced at Adam, who carried a bulging sack on his back, and stepped into the temple first.

She was curious about Adam’s true strength.

Since joining the academy, Adam had never shown his hand. He had only demonstrated exceptional talent in alchemy. This time, accompanying him on the Holy Spirit Temple trial might be the perfect opportunity to see for herself.

Celia had been to the temple several times before. Familiar with the process, she led Adam through the first floor to register and successfully obtained two temporary identity cards, handing one to Adam. "This is your identity card. For three days, we can use the spiritual world teleportation array for free."

Adam accepted the identity card and asked, "What’s the highest level we can reach?"

"There’s no restriction. Theoretically, we can go all the way up to the sixteenth floor."

Celia reminded, "But it’s not recommended to enter higher floors without sufficient strength. From the tenth floor onward, the spirit constructs start to display aggressive behavior, and the magic array’s protection is limited."

"Got it. Thanks." Adam adjusted the sack on his back. "Shall we go?"

"Alright."

Celia led Adam up the stairs.

They passed the eighth floor without stopping.

And the ninth.

When they reached the tenth floor and saw Adam still showing no signs of stopping, Celia halted and said, "Adam, it’s already dangerous for us to be on the tenth floor. Any higher, and we might not be able to defend ourselves."

"It’s fine. I’ll go up and take a look."

Take a look?

What was there to see?

Celia watched him for a moment.

Perhaps Adam, being from Holy Eagle City, had never experienced higher-level spirit constructs and wanted to witness them himself.

Celia had no interest in courting death. She shook her head and said, "Alright then, be careful. I’ll train my mental strength here on the tenth floor. Once you’re done, come find me, and we’ll head back together."

"Alright."

Adam continued upward.

Until he reached the sixteenth floor—the highest level allowed.

Sixteenth-floor great hall.

Twelve high-tier oracles guarding the teleportation magic array all turned their eyes toward Adam, examining him closely.

As Fang Heng had expected, there were no trial participants in the sixteenth-floor teleportation passage.

According to the information he’d obtained from Damon, even within the entire Church, fewer than a hundred people were capable of entering the sixteenth floor for training.

Most of the time, the entire level remained empty.

The oracles frowned slightly when they saw Adam, a young man they had never seen before.

And that large sack on his back—what was that about?

"Young oracle, this place is dangerous. You shouldn’t be here."

"I have confidence in myself. Besides, I have a recommendation letter from a bishop."

Adam said calmly, taking out the letter from his pocket.

"There’s no need." The leading oracle shook his head, uninterested in looking at the letter. "We won’t interfere with your decision."

"Thank you."

Adam stepped to the center of the teleportation passage. As the magic array began to spin, his eyes gradually grew unfocused.

He entered the spiritual world.

Adam’s spirit suddenly jolted as he sensed an overwhelming psychic force locking onto him.

From above!

Adam snapped his head upward.

A Tier 17 spirit construct!

It was condensed from immense psychic energy, its body a solid purplish-red form. The spiritual aura swirling around it turned into ghostly flames, and the longsword in its hand emitted a faint, menacing glow.

Even standing there, Adam could feel the power radiating from its presence.

"Boom!!!!"

What?!

Adam suddenly felt as though his head had been struck by something, his consciousness growing hazy.

"Whoosh!"

The spirit construct lunged rapidly toward Adam.

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