Controlling his own mind as it traverses within the body wasn't particularly difficult for Luo Chen. But this time, what he had to do wasn't simply wandering; he needed to integrate his mind into an unknown Spiritual Treasure forcibly implanted within him. The difficulty in this was not just a little. However, Luo Chen had an exceptionally deep understanding of the Proud Celestial Profound Scripture, possessing a surpassing mastery in how to finely control his own mind and skillfully manipulate his Qi energy.

He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, immersing himself completely in his inner world. Then, he deftly guided his mind, weaving through the meridians like a nimble fish swimming freely in water. Soon, his mind reached the location of the ring finger. There, he indeed sensed an unusually eerie aura.

This aura was like a lurid red ghostly flame, entrenched in the acupoints of the ring finger. The heat it emitted seemed to ignite the blood there, causing it to become restless and agitated. Luo Chen knew that this was the power released by the unknown Spiritual Treasure.

He cautiously guided his mind to slowly approach the aura. However, just as his mind was about to touch the ghostly flame, it was suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier. Startled, Luo Chen immediately observed carefully. Upon seeing it, he was even more astonished—the barrier was actually formed by a cluster of cyan soul energy!

What is going on? Luo Chen was filled with doubt. The soul energy, as a mysterious power gained from his cultivation of the Proud Celestial Profound Scripture, had always stayed obediently in the Sea of Qi, so why did it suddenly appear in the acupoints of his hand for no reason? Could it be that it was trying to warn his mind from approaching this place in its own way?

After pondering for a moment, Luo Chen decided to try using his mind to dissolve this barrier. Skillfully operating the techniques within the Proud Celestial Profound Scripture, he exerted the power of his mind to the utmost. Indeed, under the attack of his mind, that cluster of soul energy seemed to be frightened, and quickly transformed into a cyan glow, disappearing from the ring finger.

Once the barrier disappeared, Luo Chen's mind approached the ghostly flame unhindered. Taking a deep breath, he utilized the secret techniques of the Proud Celestial Profound Scripture to try and control this power that did not belong to the original attributes. Although the process was somewhat arduous, after his relentless efforts, the ghostly flame was finally successfully controlled by him.

With the control of the ghostly flame, Luo Chen soon sensed an aura extremely similar to the one on the surface of his body—it was emitted by Dragon Sand Thousand Spiders. He was overjoyed, knowing he had found the key to absorbing Dragon Sand Thousand Spiders. Without hesitation, he immediately began to operate the absorption technique within the Proud Celestial Profound Scripture.

The process was not easy, but relying on his firm will and profound cultivation, Luo Chen managed to absorb the power of Dragon Sand Thousand Spiders bit by bit into his body. As time went by, he felt his power constantly growing, while the aura of Dragon Sand Thousand Spiders gradually weakened.

Finally, when the last bit of Dragon Sand Thousand Spiders' power was entirely absorbed, Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes. A victor's smile appeared on his face, with unprecedented gleam flashing in his eyes. He held the blood-glowing sword and step by step approached the still-sleeping Lei Sangou. Although his steps were light and slow, each step revealed deep-seated killing intent.

"Without killing you, I can't pass through the second checkpoint." Luo Chen whispered to himself, as if making final preparations for the upcoming fight, "Can't really blame me then…"

His voice, though low and calm, contained such resoluteness and coldness that it sent chills down one's spine.

Luo Chen tightly gripped the blood-glowing sword, his gaze icy cold. He slowly raised the longsword, his hand suddenly twisted, with the sword's tip directly aimed at Lei Sangou's heart. At this instant, an inexplicable killing intent surged in his heart, as if a powerful force was driving him, compelling him to strike ruthlessly.

Luo Chen took a deep breath, trying to calm the waves in his heart. He knew that with this strike, unless blessed by deities, Lei Sangou would undoubtedly die. He did not wish to easily claim another's life, but the current situation allowed him no room for hesitation.

With determination, Luo Chen fiercely thrust the longsword forward! The whooshing sound of the sword slicing through the air was especially piercing in the silent night.

However, just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce Lei Sangou's chest, Lei Sangou, in his sleep, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching plea: "No!"

This sound, though faint, exploded in Luo Chen's ears like a bolt from the blue. He froze there, his arm holding the longsword static in midair, his expression filled with astonishment. Because Lei Sangou's eyes remained tightly shut, clearly still in slumber. This plea, it was only his sleep-talking?

An inexplicable sensation stirred in Luo Chen's heart as he stared intently at Lei Sangou's fierce face. At this moment, Lei Sangou trembled like one electrocuted, the previously ferocious expression replaced by an expression of pain and helplessness.

"Don't kill my son, I beg of you, spare him, he's only ten!" Lei Sangou's voice carried endless grief and pleading, as if he were encountering unbearable suffering in his dream.

Luo Chen was stunned, never had he imagined that the ordinarily fierce and feared Lei Sangou would reveal such a fragile side in his sleep. A teardrop emerged from the corner of his dirty eye, slowly sliding down his cheek, disappearing into the pillowcase.

This teardrop, like a key, opened a certain door deep within Luo Chen's heart. He suddenly realized that everyone has their own weaknesses and soft spots, even the most heinous sinners have unknown tenderness and attachments.

Luo Chen's hand trembled slightly as he slowly lowered the longsword. At this moment, the killing intent in his heart had vanished, replaced by a complex and inexplicable emotion. He was uncertain if he should continue with the original plan or spare this sinner who shed tears in his sleep.

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