Chapter 27 ·True Explanation of the Mysterious Origin Martial Soul!

Gu ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍Yan removed the mask stained with blood and looked at the corpses on the ground, remaining silent for a long time.

He ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍was not a bloodthirsty person.

Back ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍in the Taiyi Dao Sect, he had cultivated quietly and rarely even quarreled with others.

But ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍since leaving the sect, the evil he had witnessed had spread like wild grass.

At ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍first, he carried out indiscriminate cleansing, but later he began to focus specifically on the Extreme Yin Demon Sect.

Starting ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍from the northern branch in Youzhou, he traced its network, destroying its branches along the way.

Sub-altars, hidden agents, money houses, pharmacies—anything connected to the demonic sect turned to dust under his hand.

A few times, he even caught distant glimpses of Xu Gang and Ye Chen.

But Gu Yan did not step forward to acknowledge them, merely passing by like a shadow, continuing his own purge.

Thus, three years passed.

In these three years, all one hundred and eight branch outposts of the Extreme Yin Demon Sect were wiped out. The four great protectors were executed, and the left and right envoys died under his sword.

In the final battle, the sect leader of the demonic sect was actually at the peak of Sixth Revolution, yet he could only withstand ten moves from Gu Yan.

Standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Gu Yan suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

He had originally planned to sweep away all demons only after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, yet unexpectedly, at the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment, he was already invincible under heaven.

The vengeance of this life’s parents, the debt of Elder Xuanqing—at this point, all had been settled.

Yet there was no joy in his heart, only a sense of emptiness.

At first, when he took action, there had still been traces of anger. But later, he gradually became numb.

Killing one is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand makes a hero?

No—he had never considered himself a hero.

He was merely a passerby who had accidentally fallen into this world. Unable to tolerate the filth before his eyes, he simply cleaned it away.

Nothing more.

From Qingzhou to Central Province, a journey that would normally take half a year on horseback, Gu Yan had spent five years walking.

In those five years, wherever the black-clothed ghost-masked figure passed, bandits vanished and demonic sects went into hiding.

At first, some tried to track his movements—whether for revenge, recruitment, or simple curiosity.

But no one could keep up with his pace.

Gu Yan’s whereabouts were erratic—sometimes traveling a thousand miles in a day, sometimes remaining still for several days.

People of the martial world gave him many titles: Ghost-Masked Killing God, Infernal Judge, Black-Clothed Inspector…

In the end, the most widely circulated name was Impermanence Yama.

Taking its meaning from the Black and White Impermanence that claim lives, and Yama who determines life and death.

Rumors claimed that Impermanence Yama’s martial cultivation had reached the peak of Sixth Revolution Martial Immortal, perhaps even Seventh Revolution.

He acted without any pattern, caring neither for righteous nor evil factions—only judging good and evil.

If elders of orthodox sects oppressed the common people, he would kill them without hesitation.

If members of the demonic sect had not committed evil, he disdained to bother with them.

He traveled alone; no one knew his origins, and no one could approach him.

Many passionate heroes or those with ulterior motives had tried to follow him, yet could not even grasp his shadow.

Some feared him like a tiger, calling his slaughter excessive.

More revered him like a god, grateful for his punishment of evil and protection of the good.

For a time, public order across the various provinces improved considerably.

It was not because officials became responsible, but because evildoers no longer dared to act recklessly.

They did not know when Yama would come—only that if their crimes were discovered, death was certain.

Gu Yan remained completely unaware of all this.

He simply walked and killed along the way.

In the early winter of the sixth year, Gu Yan finally arrived at the imperial capital of the Great Qian Dynasty—Supreme Emperor City.

The city walls were majestic, with boundless grandeur. Yet beneath the prosperity, undercurrents and hardship still lingered.

Gu Yan had no mind to concern himself with these. His powerful divine sense quietly enveloped the entire imperial city.

He quickly locked onto his target—the Imperial Library located to the west of the palace.

Heavy guards stood outside the tower, and several powerful auras lurked in the shadows.

Gu Yan concealed his aura, reducing his presence to the lowest possible level.

With a flicker of his figure, he had already crossed the palace walls and landed on the eaves of the library.

Inside the tower, bookshelves stood in rows, and the collection of texts was vast as the sea.

Gu Yan began examining from the highest level. His divine sense swept through, imprinting all the contents of the books into his mind.

However, the result left him greatly disappointed.

It was true that martial arts from across the world were gathered here, but the peak of Martial Dao only reached the Seventh Revolution.

As for the Eighth and Ninth Revolutions, there were only scattered mentions in myths and legends—illusory and vague.

The only technique that directly reached the Seventh Revolution was called True Explanation of the Mysterious Origin Martial Soul.

Gu Yan quickly recorded its contents with his divine sense.

According to the True Explanation of the Mysterious Origin Martial Soul, the first six revolutions of Martial Dao all focused on tempering the body, opening acupoints, and accumulating true essence.

To break into the Seventh Revolution, one must cultivate the spirit and soul, condensing a Martial Soul.

At the early stage of the Seventh Revolution, the soul was condensed, and the Martial Soul initially formed. It could leave the body for several hundred meters, greatly enhancing perception, but had no offensive capability.

At the mid-stage, it took shape. The Martial Soul became solid and could control objects to attack enemies, exhibiting profound abilities.

At the late stage, it manifested as a saintly form. The Martial Soul became like an external incarnation, possessing seventy percent of the main body’s strength and being immune to physical damage.

As for the Eighth and Ninth Revolutions, the technique contained only fragmented descriptions, vague and incomplete.

It merely stated that the lifespan at the Seventh Revolution could reach a thousand years, at the Eighth two thousand, and at the Ninth three thousand.

However, throughout history, the Seventh Revolution was already considered a legend. The Eighth and Ninth Revolutions existed only in records, nearly mythical.

Although he did not find techniques for the Eighth and Ninth Revolutions, the True Explanation of the Mysterious Origin Martial Soul pointed out the subsequent direction of Martial Dao in this world.

This might provide significant reference for his breakthrough to the Golden Core, and even to the Nascent Soul and Transformation Spirit.

Having achieved his objective, Gu Yan did not linger and left as silently as he had come.

Not long after he departed the Imperial Library, deep within the palace, in a dust-covered quiet chamber,

An old man dressed in a worn python robe, his face withered, slowly opened his eyes.

“Has he left…” the old man muttered, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

He had long sensed someone infiltrating the Imperial Library.

That aura was extremely obscure. If not for the uniqueness of his cultivation technique, he would not have noticed it at all.

But the intruder’s cultivation was unfathomable—at least Seventh Revolution, possibly even higher.

Thus, he did not dare to show himself.

Moreover, as long as the other party was not there to kill the emperor or overthrow the dynasty, reading a few texts was of no consequence—even taking them all would be acceptable.

He had also heard some rumors circulating in the martial world about Impermanence Yama.

If the visitor was that ominous figure, hiding was the wisest choice.

The old man let out a long sigh and closed his eyes once more.

……

Gu Yan returned to the Taiyi Dao Sect in only one month.

On the way back, bandits had vanished, demonic sects lay hidden, and even corrupt officials had restrained themselves considerably.

Occasionally encountering injustice, he still took action, but far less frequently than before.

It was not that all evildoers had been eradicated, but that they had learned to hide or temporarily cease their actions.

The evil in human hearts might never be completely eradicated.

What he could do was simply make the land temporarily cleaner wherever he passed.

When Gu Yan saw from afar the familiar mist-shrouded mountain gate of the Taiyi Dao Sect, a faint sense of belonging and peace arose in his heart.

After all, this was the place where he had stayed the longest since arriving in this world.

There were familiar courtyards and familiar people.

Without realizing it, this small world of the Taiyi Dao Sect had already become his anchor in this realm—a place he could call home.

Returning to his small courtyard, Gu Yan began to carefully comprehend the True Explanation of the Mysterious Origin Martial Soul.

This Seventh Revolution technique was completely different from his previous method of forcibly advancing his Martial Dao realm using spiritual energy.

It required truly calming the mind and, following specific methods, visualizing, condensing, and nurturing one’s spiritual power.

“Soul cultivation… Martial Soul condensation…”

Gu Yan immersed himself in it, continuously verifying and deducing based on the immortal cultivation knowledge from his previous life.

“Fortunately, I am only forty-one now. With a long lifespan ahead, time is the one thing I lack the least.”

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