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What does it feel like to be split in two, like a twisted doughnut being torn apart? Those who have never experienced it can never truly understand. Su Bao and Bat King had shared a body for over a decade, their souls deeply intertwined, yet this time they reached an agreement with surprising ease.
Although neither of them wanted to admit it, Su Ruolan was acutely aware of the truth. No matter how powerful a body may be, it cannot accommodate two fully mature and independent souls. Moreover, this body was increasingly on the verge of collapse, like fragile porcelain, barely held together.
Bat King gazed at his reflection in the mirror, his thoughts complex. "Actually, we have another choice; we don't necessarily have to take this path."
"No," came the resolute reply. "Only by taking this risk do we both have a chance to survive. You know I want to stand before you with dignity. The cultivation process is arduous; will you wait for me to transform?"
"Of course. If we both survive, I will protect you until that day comes."
Bat King looked at his reflection again, unable to resist touching his own eyes. "You must take care of yourself."
"You too." The respectful gaze remained steadfast as it met Bat King's.
In the room of Reset's main body, where spiritual energy was most abundant, Su Ruolan looked at Bat King sitting before her and began to channel her Ability into him.
Pain surged from small to overwhelming.
Countless souls of Bat King and Su Bao spun and exchanged places. The process of stripping away their souls and reinserting them into a new body was a monumental test for Su Ruolan, Bat King, and Su Bao. None dared to let their guard down; they poured all their effort into it. Failure meant death for both Bat King and Su Bao. If the souls could not be completely separated, the damaged soul would merge irretrievably with the primary soul and vanish forever—something no one wished to witness.
These were two souls that resonated with each other, like another version of oneself. Su Bao had spent over six months in Su Ruolan's womb, just beginning to develop a sense of independent consciousness. However, having nourished himself within Bat King's soul for over ten years made Bat King his other pillar of strength. During the last energy surge, he noticed that Bat King was losing control. Perhaps the powerful genes from Ram Planet had caused Su Bao to mature unusually early; he recognized the problem then and knew he had to resolve this hidden danger—even if it meant sacrificing himself. He understood his heart now; he had deeply fallen for Bat King. From within Bat King's heart, he saw that familiar loneliness—one that no one could comprehend or alleviate. Even standing at the pinnacle of his race, what did it matter? Fate could not be escaped; one could only bear the pressure and continue forward because that was instinct—that was the essence of survival.
No one knew how much Bat King loathed drinking blood; yet there was no alternative—he was a king, the hope of his race. He had to drink blood and grow stronger quickly; only by transforming early could he gain the power of choice. During those lonely nights, he practiced his Ability countless times, striving to increase his speed until he crashed against cliffs repeatedly—at times nearly shattering his bones. Yet he did not die; he could only endure.
Su Bao admired this man from the depths of his heart and felt pain for him. He longed for a body of his own—one that could truly embrace him and allow them both to soar together. For this obsession, he would endure through anything.
The Bat King felt a deep shock within. That fool, Su Bao, thought he had matured, but did he really believe he could ignore the voice of his own soul? After all, he was still the true master of this body.
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