Soulbound: Dual Cultivation Chapter 546: Celestial attack 2

Lucas stepped fully into the freezing pressure and t it head-on, and for a mont the corridor seed to hold its breath as the ice surged toward him in layered formations ant to crush, bind, and erase movent itself, but this ti sothing inside him responded differently than before, because the celestial energy he had absorbed from the empress had not simply remained dormant within his ridians, it had begun to circulate more naturally over ti, refining itself under constant pressure, and now under the direct weight of a far stronger ice domain it finally surfaced in full.

The cold struck him first like a physical verdict, trying to lock his joints, slow his circulation, and sever his rhythm, but instead of yielding, Lucas stabilized his stance and allowed the energy within him to rise in controlled response, not erupting outward chaotically but reinforcing his body and presence from within, and as the ice pressed harder, the renewed celestial force coursing through his veins reacted instinctively, pushing back against the suppression and preventing his movents from being sealed.

The corridor around him groaned under the competing forces as frost attempted to climb his legs and arms in branching patterns designed to immobilize him completely, yet each ti it touched his reinforced energy field it hesitated, slowed, and fractured slightly before reforming at a reduced intensity, and Lucas exhaled once through the pressure, feeling the balance shift just enough for him to remain standing without being forced backward, which in itself was already a significant change against an opponent of this level.

The celestial narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly noticing the difference now as Lucas did not collapse under the domain as expected, and the ice around him began to intensify in response, compressing further and attempting to overwhelm through sustained pressure rather than sudden impact, but Lucas adjusted imdiately, anchoring himself into the flow of his own energy and refusing to be displaced as the renewed celestial force within him circulated faster, stabilizing his ridians and allowing him to maintain ground even as the environnt continued to deteriorate around him.

Wesley and Murray, still holding position with the emperor and others behind them, felt the shift as well, because the oppressive cold that had been spreading toward them montarily stalled at the edge of Lucas’s resistance, creating a small but critical separation between containnt and survival, while Patrick and Darmian used that brief stability to keep the emperor secure without exposing him further to the freezing pressure that still dominated the corridor.

Lucas did not advance yet, nor did he retreat, because what he was doing now was not a clash of speed or brute force but a direct contest of endurance and control against a domain that sought to dictate the terms of existence within the space itself, and for the first ti since the encounter began, the ice did not imdiately decide the outco, because Lucas was standing within it, resisting it, and holding his position under a pressure that would have already broken most celestial cultivators at his level.

The celestial across from him finally shifted his stance slightly, acknowledging the resistance not as a fluke but as a developing threat, and the ice responded once more with greater refinent, attempting to isolate Lucas completely from the group by expanding lateral formations to sever connection and control the battlefield in sections, but Lucas remained steady, the renewed celestial energy within him continuing to circulate and reinforce his presence as he held the line long enough for the others to remain intact behind him.

For the first ti, the corridor was no longer entirely under the celestial’s dominance.

It had beco contested ground.

Lucas did not imdiately escalate, because standing against an ice domain of that level with raw force alone would normally be a losing exchange, but as the pressure continued to build and the corridor itself threatened to beco a sealed tomb of frost, sothing inside him shifted decisively, not recklessly, but with a clarity that ca from survival instinct refined through repeated near-death experiences, and he finally allowed the fire within him to respond in full.

It began as a deep ignition rather than an explosion, a controlled release of heat that started at his core and spread through his ridians with terrifying speed, guided rather than unleashed, and in the next instant the celestial energy within him reacted to the ice not by resisting it in place, but by overwhelming its structure entirely, surging outward in a wave of burning force that expanded through the corridor like a living tide.

The frost that had been creeping across stone and air t it directly and imdiately began to collapse, not simply lting but losing form at its foundation as the temperature inversion shattered the stability of the ice constructs, and where the celestial had built layered control across the corridor, Lucas’s fire forced everything back into instability, turning precise geotric formations into collapsing mist and fractured vapor that could no longer maintain cohesion under the intensity of the surge.

Wesley’s eyes widened slightly as the oppressive cold that had been pressing against his position vanished in an abrupt wave of heat, forcing him to adjust his stance instinctively as the environnt flipped from freezing suppression to overwhelming warmth in a single breath, while Murray stepped back half a pace in disbelief, feeling the shift so violently that it almost disrupted his own energy flow as the ice that had threatened to crystallize his movents simply ceased to function in the face of the fire expansion.

The celestial reacted imdiately, his calm expression breaking for the first ti into sothing sharper, more alert, as he realized that Lucas was not rely countering his domain but actively dismantling it, and the ice around him surged in response as he attempted to reinforce control, but it was already too late to maintain full suppression because the fire was not localized, it was spreading through the corridor structure itself, disrupting every anchor point he had established.

Lucas stepped forward through the burning wave without hesitation, his expression focused and steady as the fire obeyed his direction rather than spiraling out of control, and with each step the ice that remained was forced to recede further, cracking, lting, and evaporating under sustained pressure until the corridor was no longer a sealed domain of frost but a contested space where his elent now dominated large portions of the battlefield.

The celestial finally took a step back.

Not in retreat from fear, but in recalibration.

Because what he had expected to be a containnt operation had just shifted into sothing far more dangerous than anticipated, and Lucas, standing at the center of the dissipating frost with fire still circulating around him in controlled waves, had beco the first variable in the dungeon he could no longer easily suppress.