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Chapter 3 - The Soulforged Mask – Three Lives?

Chapter 3: The Soulforged Mask – Three Lives?

Four days after moving into Wangshu Valley, at exactly 2:00 AM, Wu Yuan lay still on his bed, fully dressed, waiting.

Then—

Thin strands of white light pulsed from the Celestial Origin Bracelet on his wrist, coiling around his body like ethereal vines. An unseen force lifted him half a meter into the air.

A blink later, his consciousness plunged into darkness.

It might have lasted a second—or a century.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a familiar stone room from his dream memories.

The Birth Chamber

The room was small—five meters in length, width, and height.

Wu Yuan didn’t rise immediately. Instead, he remained lying in a shallow pool filled with milky-white liquid, the very substance that had forged his new body.

This vessel was his anchor in the Celestial Origin World.

His Earthly body and this one were two sides of the same coin—destined to merge in the distant future.

Suddenly, a genderless, mechanical voice echoed through the chamber:

“2-star bracelet detected. You may claim one damaged equipment reward. Choose—”

Wu Yuan smirked.

This was the moment he’d waited for.

The Selection

The room vanished.

He stood in a void, beneath a river of light stretching endlessly in both directions. Each glowing orb represented a damaged artifact.

The spectacle was breathtaking—but useless.

“Switch to projection mode,” Wu Yuan commanded coolly.

The void dissolved, replaced by a floating screen listing countless items in miniature.

He didn’t bother scrolling.

“I select Hidden Vault A-5544239, Artifact H-368977—the Soulforged Mask (Damaged).”

“Selection approved,” the voice intoned.

A black half-mask, veined with intricate white cracks, materialized before him. A jagged hole marred its forehead—evidence of a missing component.

Wu Yuan’s fingers trembled as he seized it.

A Legendary Artifact

In both past lives, this mask had eluded him.

First life: He’d dismissed it as myth—until whispers on his deathbed hinted otherwise.

Second life: Only as a high-ranking figure did he learn its true owner—”Soul King” Klaus, a deranged noble who’d terrorized a quarter of Europe with his Black Dream Legion.

Now, history would change.

Blood Bonding

Wu Yuan bit his finger and pressed the bleeding wound to the mask’s hole.

Threads of blood slithered out, dyeing the white veins crimson until the entire mask pulsed with his essence.

A flood of information surged into his mind:

Owner: Wu Yuan

Rank: Relic* (Damaged)

Lv.1 [Disguise]:

Alters appearance, voice, and aura. Undetectable by those two tiers higher.

1,000-day cooldown per activation. Lasts until manually dispelled.

Upgrade path: Mask refinement or illusion-type materials.

Lv.1 [Doppelganger]:

Consumes special life-force materials to create a clone (10% of host’s power).

Clone can train independently. Merge to absorb its strength.

Control range: 200 meters. Beyond that, it acts autonomously.

Maintenance: Recall to mask space every 10 days for 3-day recuperation. Neglect risks collapse.

Death penalty: 1,000-day cooldown to remake.

Upgrade path: Mask refinement or soul-type materials.

Lv.1 [Mask Space]:

Capacity: 1 (clone only). No other items allowed.

Upgrade path: Space-enhancing materials or life/soul-type infusions.

A Calculated Gamble

Klaus had wasted a decade scouring Earth for Fountain of Youth water to craft his first clone.

But Wu Yuan knew a far superior material was right beneath him—

Geospirit Emulsion.

The true hidden reward of the Celestial Origin Terminals.

Three Lives, One Choice

Each chamber’s emulsion pool could forge three bodies—three lives.

First life: Pure white emulsion (peak potential).

Second life: Pale emulsion (diminished).

Third life: Gray emulsion (crippled).

Beyond that? Worthless husks.

Wu Yuan planned to burn all three—for a secret reason.

The Loophole

First-time bodies could cultivate in the emulsion pool—but only before leaving the chamber.

Once out, 15 minutes triggered expulsion into the Celestial Origin World.

Even rebirths couldn’t reuse this exploit.

The Forge Begins

Wu Yuan donned the mask and willed it to create a clone.

Then, he assumed the “Recumbent Buddha Stance”—a posture from his first life’s greatest fortune.

Left fist pressed to his waist.

Right hand cradling his head, thumb on the temple.

He floated serenely as the emulsion submerged his nose and mouth, his breathing syncing to an esoteric rhythm.

Wisps of mist spiraled into his orifices, shrouding him in a cocoon.

Meanwhile, the pool’s far side bubbled violently—the clone taking form.

Hours Later

The emulsion faded to dull white.

Beside Wu Yuan lay a naked doppelganger—90% identical, down to the smirk.

Wu Yuan – Clone [Geospirit Emulsion Enhanced]*

Physique: Tempered Sinew (Mid-stage)

Control range: 1,000 meters (5x standard)

Maintenance: 3 days every 2 months

“Worth every drop,” Wu Yuan murmured, tracing the clone’s defined muscles.

Final Preparations

Clone dressed in coarse hemp robes from the stone bed.

Wu Yuan checked his cultivation: Skin-Shedding (Early-stage)—leaping two realms in hours.

Disguise activated:

Main body: Burly, bearded, a foot taller.

Clone: Compact, spiky-haired, unrecognizable.

The Voice Returns

“Newcomer prepared. Initiating transfer.”

A gray vortex swallowed the chamber floor.

Then—a new voice, ancient and laden with disdain:

*”Origin: Milky Way Barrens. Prison Planet #374433889. Low-grade hybrid human (Nuwa-Pan bloodline). Rank: Trash. Passage granted.”*

Prison Planet?

Low-grade hybrid?

Wu Yuan’s fists clenched.

Nuwa and Pan bloodlines?

This concerned not just him, but a billion Longxia people.

The vortex yawned beneath him.

Weightlessness.

Endless falling.

He gripped his clone’s hand—they’d arrive together.