Chapter 12 —

In the sea of ​​consciousness, an irresistible, powerful **** crammed all of Lin Jiangxing's soul fragments into Yin Li's massive dragon-like soul body.

Whether by coincidence or fate, these soul fragments contained mostly Lin Jiangxing's dying hatred for Yin Li and her accomplices, as well as his own powerlessness due to his own weakness.

In short, these soul fragments, filled with hatred and resentment, quickly reacted with severe rejection upon entering Yin Li's soul body.

"Silver Dragon...I want you dead!" This was the lingering thought attached to one of the fragments, now frantically eroding and destroying Yin Li's soul body.

"Lin Jiangxing! You really can't even rest in peace after ****!" Yin Li gritted her teeth. With that, she tried to mobilize her spiritual power to completely eliminate the fragments from her soul body.

However, unexpectedly, when her spiritual power came into contact with the fragments, it not only had no effect but was instead absorbed by them, becoming nourishment to strengthen their power! "It's the Heavenly Writing Brush's doing again!"

Without even guessing, Yinli immediately knew the cause of the phenomenon before her.

However, guessing was useless—just as she gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly, several soul fragments within her soul body, which had been wreaking havoc a moment ago, suddenly began actively absorbing her source power like several high-powered vacuum cleaners!

Because she had been too complacent, Yinli hadn't paid attention to what instructions Lin Jiangxing had given the Heavenly Writing Brush before his ****.

Therefore, faced with her current predicament, she was completely helpless.

"What to do, what to do? Am I just supposed to watch helplessly as those broken soul fragments devour me?"

Yinli roared frantically in her sea of ​​consciousness, her massive silver dragon soul body churning like a giant wave in a storm. But those soul fragments were like tenacious parasites, firmly attached to her soul body, constantly devouring her source power.

"I refuse to believe it! A mere being from another world can actually take me down?!"

It relentlessly used its spiritual power to retaliate, attempting to crush the fragments. But with each contact, the fragments, like before, were not destroyed; instead, they devoured its spiritual power like ravenous beasts, converting it into nourishment.

As its primordial power continued to drain, its soul began to wither. Its once solid, massive dragon body gradually became transparent and dim, specks of silver light peeling away from its edges and dissipating into the void.

"Impossible! I am a princess of the Silver Dragon Clan! How could I be devoured by the soul fragments of a lowly human?!"

Yin Li's voice grew weaker and weaker. Realizing that becoming Lin Jiangxing's wedding dress might be its final fate, she desperately mobilized her last primordial power, attempting to isolate the fragments—

But all was in vain. The profound power of the Heaven-Writing Brush acted like an insurmountable shackle, firmly locking the process in place, making it irreversible.

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As time passed, Lin Jiangxing's soul fragments began to fuse. The originally scattered fragments, after absorbing Yin Li's primal energy, gradually coalesced into a new soul core.

This core, using Yin Li's primal energy as its vessel and driven primarily by Lin Jiangxing's intense hatred and resentment, slowly unfolded outwards, forming a new soul.

Sensing the strange sensation within her body, Yin Li's face contorted with fear. Though unwilling, she was powerless to resist: "No, stop... my memories... my power..."

Suddenly, a voice identical to hers echoed within her soul: "Yin Li, didn't you enjoy treating others this way? You were so arrogant back then, only realizing fear when it was your turn to be absorbed and merged? Too bad, it's all too late! I will take your place and kill all those I hate!"

"No, you can't! You—"

Before she could finish speaking, Yin Li could no longer hold on. Without even leaving a proper last word, her soul disintegrated, turning into specks of silver light that vanished like stardust into her sea of ​​consciousness.

After her soul completely dissipated, in her place within her sea of ​​consciousness, appeared the soul of a petite young girl—her silver hair flowing, her eyes gleaming with golden pupils, her soul radiating the faint majesty of a dragon, yet carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible, aura of malevolence.

The newborn soul floated silently, a hint of confusion in its eyes. After a moment, as if sensing something, it slowly closed its eyes, its consciousness returning to reality.

And so, its sea of ​​consciousness returned to calm once more.