Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Chapter 419 - 216: The Decaying Body of the Ninth Heavens, Soul Exhaustion s

Chapter 419: Chapter 216: The Decaying Body of the Ninth Heavens, Soul Exhaustion s

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By then, his strength would have increased “a little”, true, the breakthrough to the mid-stage of the Sixth-level Heaven wouldn’t significantly enhance his current combat power.

Because his cultivation realm was already at the “peak” of the early stage of the Sixth-level Heaven, only a step away from the mid-stage, the breakthrough would merely double his True Strength, making his combat outbursts last longer.

After washing and brushing up, Jack Clark, wearing sunglasses, made his way to Mathilda Ward’s place.

But as soon as the door opened following fingerprint verification, Jack saw Mathilda, pale and weakly leaning on the sofa, with mysterious scale runes emerging on her forehead.

In her presence, Jack keenly felt the aura of a soul, and it was fading.

Jack’s figure flashed to the side of the sofa, his expression solemn, “Miss Ward, are you okay? Do you want me to notify someone else?”

Mathilda Ward shook her head weakly: “No! No need, I’ll be fine in a moment.”

Under Jack’s watchful eye, about ten minutes later, the sensation of Mathilda’s soul continually weakening disappeared, the mysterious runes on her forehead vanished, and her complexion visibly recovered to a healthy glow.

In the blink of an eye, Mathilda, who had just appeared weak and near death, was back to normal, as if the scene had never occurred.

“I’m fine now.”

Mathilda Ward showed a smile on her face: “This weakening of the soul happens in waves; as long as I get through it, it’ll be all right.”

As for what would happen if she didn’t get through it, she didn’t say, nor did she need to.

Jack fell silent for a moment: “After touching the Ninth Heaven Touch Principle in cultivation, the soul becomes involved, and during the breakthrough to the king-level, the soul undergoes a transformation, not to mention a strong man like the Mysterious Martial Sky King.”

“So even he can’t do anything about this kind of ‘injury’?”

Having interacted for a week, Jack had grown to admire this confident, magnanimous, proactive girl who, even in the face of death, showed no fear.

He somewhat couldn’t bear to see her die like this.

“There’s no way.”

Mathilda Ward shook her head slightly: “My injury is different from a normal soul damage; it was inherently flawed from birth, like a bottle inherently hollow at the bottom.”

“Even after using various soul-typed resources over the years, I couldn’t repair that hollow, only slowing down the leakage of my soul.”

“But perhaps due to ‘drug resistance,’ starting three years ago, my soul hasn’t been able to absorb any more energy from soul-tvpe resources.”

Speaking of this, Mathilda on the sofa hugged her knees, whispering, “Actually, the feeling of clearly sensing one’s life continuously slipping away, drawing closer to death, is terrifying.”

“But I am the daughter of the Mysterious Martial Heavenly King; I can’t disgrace my father.”

“So these past fewyears, I’ve been encouraging myself, telling myself that even if I were to die, I would die standing, and even then with a smile on my face.”

“No one in the Ward family is afraid of death, just like my big brother and second brother… ”

Saying this, the girl’s eyes showed a steadfast color, and the bit of weakness that had crept into her heart when her soul was weakening gradually dissipated.

Mathilda stood up, full of energy: “Let’s go, Brother Callum, we’ll have breakfast first, then I need to practice two new songs to prepare for the concert in a few days.”

“In my life’s final chapter, I want to make the entire world remember me.”

Following the removal of the Yamaki Family, nothing much happened in the following days, and the entire East Capital remained normal, prospering as always.

Meanwhile, as Mathilda Ward’s team gradually arrived, everyone became busy, including Jack Clark, who was preoccupied with absorbing Blue Crystal to cultivate; only Damon Lopes had nothing to do.

Or rather, he too was busy, busy adding beauties as friends, then sending them red envelopes, enjoying the feeling when those beauties called him handsome.

At the same time, the Avatar continued to immerse itself in the comprehension of space runes, progressing steadily, and was close to fully understanding that

rune.