Soul Refiner Novels & Stories

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

murmured David, "Try to break it." Skeletor tried to break it from the middle, but to no avail, then he tried to use his leg to shatter it, but his entire bone cracked like brittle glass, and his soul got pulled and absorbed by the crystal, that started to emit a purple miasma shortly after. [YOU HAVE DIED] [Your last unit will respawn with you] [Your las unit will have -20% XP upon respawn]

Harold was satisfied with what he was seeing. “They are harvesting the souls. Those souls that wouldn’t offer much to the Bellua will be given to the Strays. The Shades would be delivering the good soul to him,” the Fallen pointed out. “Those souls are not enough. He needed a pure soul of a child, right? It’s a good thing that there wasn’t any child around.” Amilia looked around her. “He doesn’t need those anymore. He was powerful enough now.”

Devours me. This isn't mere obsession. It’s not some whim. It’s her. Our fated mate. Mine. My brothers’. The soul that has belonged to us since before this life. There’s something about her that pulls at me mercilessly. Something primal. Instinctive. Savage. I couldn’t just sit still and wait for fate to correct its mistake. So I did what I do best: I tracked her. I found her address. I infiltrated her apartment. I became her shadow. Her silent observer.

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

the spirit through "Mechanical-Duress." Elen established the Soul-Refinery on the outer rings of the First-Engine. It was a terrifying structure of "Hyper-Compressors" and "Centrifugal-Sieves" designed to strip away the light from the Quintessence, leaving behind only the "Heavy-Residue" of struggle. This was the "Soul-Oil." To produce it, the Guild-Masters had to "D******d" their most difficult memories—the hunger of the North, the fear of the Void, the heat of the forge—into the refining chambers. The oil was literally "Pressed" from the history of the Union.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

Miserable screams came from the divine soul, and the others almost peed their pants. "Don't worry. You will live in this state forever. As long as Firmament existed, you will never die." Chu Xun chuckled and played with Bu Shilong's divine soul. He looked at the others and said, "Go in by yourself." At this time, who dared to refuse? They swarmed madly into the magic formation like stray dogs. Chu Xun walked over and sealed the entrance of the magic formation. "This formation is called Refining Soul. I won't kill you. I want you to live in hell every day," Chu Xun said softly.

She refined at she worked. "Refine it steadily. Refining has a few things about it. You can do a blood refining that ties it to yourself and those in your bloodline. If someone with out your blood tries it, they will receive a backslash so strong, that the heavens will intervene and help kill them." Ren said slowly to her. "The other would be a spiritual one. This one is the easiest to remove. All you have to do is destroy the spirit mark on it. Even the lowliest of cultivators can chip it away with enough patience. Or cultivate the brand slowly for power. I do not recommend that way."

After thoroughly refining the Heavenly Cauldron, Severin took out dozens of precious spiritual herbs from the cauldron. He tried to refine the Purple Viningspirit Pill, a seventh-grade alchemical pill. This pill had the effect of repairing the soul and nourishing the primal spirit. It had a particularly miraculous effect on cultivators in the paragon realm. For those in the supreme saint realm, it was undoubtedly an extremely precious alchemical pill since it could transform one's primal spirit to solar spirit.