C591 Subtlety!

The colossal soul that had manifested within the little world of the Dark Realm had, at a pivotal moment, turned the tide and rewritten the outcome of the conflict.

Subsequently, Yu Zhu, having refined the Shura Eye, replayed that moment for him.

Thus, he came to understand that it was the emergence of the massive phantom that had eradicated the Shura's residual soul within the Dark Realm.

The dominance exhibited by the colossal phantom in that realm had made an indelible impression on him.

He had initially believed that the colossal phantom, which had materialized due to his actions, was a product of his practice of Soul Forging through Enlightenment and his enigmatic bond with the Soulforge Pool.

He considered the colossal phantom an external force, a profound mystery left by the original master of the Soul Forging through Enlightenment.

But now...

Having advanced to Subtlety and unlocked his Mindscape, he could finally perceive his own soul.

His own three souls, superimposed within the Mindscape's wraith-like mist, seemed to him the very same colossal phantom that had reversed the course of battle.

The only difference was that his own soul was significantly smaller.

As Yu Yuan beheld his soul, he recalled the daunting presence of the colossal phantom, which had caused even Golden Fiend, a master of Spirit Magic, to shudder with unease and feel compelled to offer reverence.

"Could it be that after the battle in the Forgotten Ruins, a soul from the depths of the Soulforge Pool stealthily infiltrated my Mindscape and left its imprint upon my soul?" he wondered, beset with doubts.

With a mere thought, the strands of spiritual sense entwined with the wraith abruptly departed from the mud pellet acupoint.

He was eager to explore the mysterious applications of the spiritual sense that had emerged around his soul upon his breakthrough to Subtlety.

Gently closing his eyes, he extended his spiritual sense to detect the peculiarities of the cave.

His spiritual sense acted as an extension of his touch, caressing the cave's walls, discerning their chill and texture.

Near Chen Qingyan, his spiritual sense detected an unmistakably potent sword's will, as well as the stirrings of her soul.

Through his spiritual sense, Chen Qingyan's sword's will surged like arc light, ceaselessly coursing through the body of this exquisite woman, perpetually honing her sinews and marrow, and in such a manner, relentlessly refining her swordsmanship.

"It's even more formidable than I had imagined!"

He was aware that Chen Qingyan, a genius of unparalleled talent, could instantly annihilate cultivators of the same level with her fearsome sword spell if she were to draw her sword outside. His constraints within the Sword Prison, as opposed to the outside world, were due to the fact that he encountered individuals who had long been renowned.

Approaching Zhongli Dapan with his spiritual sense, he felt as though he was nearing an erupting volcano!

Merely drawing close to Zhongli Dapan was too much for his spiritual sense to bear, threatening to shatter it.

The terrifying vitality of Zhongli Dapan seemed poised to explode at any moment, naturally exuding a domineering presence capable of crushing the heavens and earth, shattering space, and exhibiting unparalleled ferocity.

This aura, imbued with the intent of a fist, was beyond the reach of his spiritual sense.

Spiritual sense is not like eyes; it can only touch and feel, not see everything.

Only by advancing further and refining the Lunar Spirit could his spiritual sense evolve into Soul Power. Once released, it could act like a set of eyes, seeing everything with absolute clarity.

Unable to discern anything deeper from Zhongli Dapan, he withdrew his spiritual sense.

"Introspection!"

With a mental flicker, more spiritual sense surged out from the mud pellet acupoint.

In a flash, his focus converged on the arm bone.

As he concentrated on the sword scar etched into the arm bone, his mind seemed to be suddenly pulled into the imprint of the sword scar.

The sword scar was dense with the sword's will, containing the sword's trajectory, spiritual energy, vitality, and the harmonious operation of the sword.

While his spiritual sense navigated through it, his mind trembled slightly, causing the three souls of his Mindscape to sway in unison.

The overlapping earthly soul and heaven soul underwent subtle transformations.

A strand of the sword's will, resembling a sinuous worm, took shape within the earthly soul and sketched changes within the heaven soul.

The earthly soul, a repository of memories, was where his thoughts and spiritual sense engaged with the sword scar imprint, embarking on comprehension.

The profound insights gleaned by the heaven soul were then etched as deep memories within the earthly soul.

The sword's will that emerged from the earthly soul represented the sword scar he was currently comprehending, allowing him to perceive the sword's trace patterns and the methods of coordinating spiritual energy, vitality, and spiritual sense.

The phantom had not yet fully materialized; it was merely in its nascent form because he had yet to grasp its essence.

In that instant, he vividly perceived the distinct roles of the three souls of heaven, earth, and man, and their unique mysteries.

Once he mastered the sword spell and the memories, once he fully grasped them, they would transform into enduring memories, becoming an integral part of his earthly soul, nearly impossible to forget.

Peering closer, as if delving into the depths of the earthly soul, he observed numerous wondrous specks of light.

With a touch of his spiritual sense, he entered one of these specks, revealing scene after scene from the past.

These were imprints of memories, chronicles of bygone times.

Included were glimpses of his past life, his travels across various lands, his insights into alchemy, and the myriad complex names of pills and spiritual herbs.

"The earthly soul is composed of innumerable specks of memory, etched with the experiences of two lifetimes, encompassing diverse skills and insights."

With this revelation, his heart became illuminated, deepening his understanding of the intricacies of his Mindscape and the three souls.

"Yu Yuan!"

A soul-stirring call pierced from the external world straight into his consciousness.

He jolted awake.

Before him stood Chen Qingyan, who had approached and taken his hand with great care, her eyes fixed on the erratically flying sword light.

The sword light, originally meant to impede the passage of malevolent entities between the stone paths, now glinted with peril as it shot through the cavern in disarray.

The sword light, akin to streaks of arc light, lacked any discernible pattern, making its movements unpredictable.

Each beam of sword light posed a grave danger, enough to unsettle even Qingyan.

Hence, she had sought out Yu Yuan's company, holding his hand as a precaution against the hazardous sword light.

Zhongli Dapan of the Forgeroses also wore a look of concern, adjusting his stance as the sword light surged into the cave.

His clothing billowed as he exuded an aura of concentrated fist intent, giving the impression of moving from one dimension to another.

It appeared that only by doing so could he evade the onslaught of fist intent and remain unscathed.

"Kid, if you're aiming to grasp the essence of the sword, you'd be better off finding a different cave."

Zhongli Dapan, while not in a state of disarray, was gradually depleting the little vitality he had left.

He gestured towards a stone pathway, "The cave in that direction is unoccupied. You can go there to meditate on the sword. When you do, the sword's will and sword light within the Sword Prison will be drawn to you. They'll scatter and shoot about erratically, following the shifts in your consciousness."

With that explanation, Yu Yuan instantly grasped the situation.

The sword spells etched into his arm bone, along with the omnipresent sword's will and sword light of the Sword Prison, would provoke an anomaly in the Sword Prison since they originated from the same source.

The piercing sword light within the Sword Prison responded only to him, disregarding anyone else.

Zhongli Dapan and Chen Qingyan, sharing the cave with him, would be vulnerable to the sword light's assault during his sword meditation.

"Great!"

Yu Yuan flashed a wide smile, released Chen Qingyan's hand, and headed for the cave indicated by Zhongli Dapan.

The errant sword light that had been swirling around him settled as he opened his eyes and ceased his meditation.

At his slightest movement, the sword light eagerly trailed behind him.

"This is promising!" Zhongli Dapan was invigorated. "Judging by the behavior of these sword lights, I might just be able to escape the Sword Prison and make my way back to the Everlands!"

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