"FOOD?!"
The baby nascent soul lunged like a starving raccoon.
It started slurping energy like a cultivator at a noodle stall.
Soul Energy. Pure. Divine. Overwhelming.
Golden light burst into the spirit sea like a divine floodgate exploding. It with delight, then greed, then horror.
It started eating.
It ate and ate.
Its belly swelled like a Qi-bloated beach ball.
But the flood didn't stop.
The sea expanded. Stars burst into being. Mountains of spiritual matter formed and shattered.
And the Nascent Soul began to panic.
"TOO MUCH!! TOO FAST!! I'M JUST A BABY!!"
Boom!
A second explosion rocked the sea as the energy surged again.
Outside, Su Xiaobai's physical body began to tremble—whispers of soul energy manifesting around him like ghostly arms.
He'd entered Late-stage Nascent Soul.
He could now project soul energy, form tools, summon spiritual weapons. He could face slap people with literal soul force.
And yet—
