Chapter 577 Sun and Moon Soul Sacrifice Treasure Manual

In the Underground Spherical Space, Ian floated, seated in mid-air.

Within his Sea of Spirit, his consciousness swept over the Moon God’s Treasure Manual word by word, the surprise in his eyes growing ever stronger.

It was the most complete and profound Meditation Method inheritance he had ever seen.

From the Level One Wizard’s "Entering the Dream" to Level Two’s "Moonlight Power," the system was clearly defined, each step building methodically upon the last.

As his Spiritual Power swept over the third level, he felt a jolt of surprise.

Establishing a channel in the Sea of Spirit to convert Void Energy meant that during his regular Cultivation, he would no longer be entirely dependent on the external Magic Power environment.

Self-sufficiency in Magic Power was the cornerstone for ascending to higher levels.

And the core Level Three Witchcraft, "Dream Projection," wasn’t a simple Domain suppression—it briefly pulled the illusory Dream Realm into reality.

Any harm an enemy suffered in the Dream Realm would manifest in the real world.

At Level Four Morning Star, the Moon God’s Treasure Manual finally demonstrated the power worthy of the "God" in its name.

The Soul would undergo its first qualitative transformation. The Sea of Spirit would condense the "Moon Mark," integrating all prerequisite Witchcrafts and granting a true Dream Domain, a Void-conversion core, and the core Rule-based Witchcraft: Three Lunar Phases.

’As expected of a High Tier Meditation Method. Its value is immeasurable,’ Ian thought, his heart pounding with excitement.

He reined in his thoughts and let his consciousness sink back into his Sea of Spirit. He had already brought his Starry Sky Festival to the Perfection stage, so the first three levels of the Treasure Manual were not particularly profound for him.

Following the Treasure Manual’s guidance, his immense Spiritual Power began to circulate.

Soon, a wisp of silvery Energy, as cool and clear as water, materialized from the Void and began to flow within his Sea of Spirit.

This was the unique Moonlight Power—ethereal and serene, carrying the characteristic haziness and Order of the Dream Realm.

The fusion that followed was the most critical step.

’Let’s begin!’

In the center of Ian’s Sea of Spirit, the Blazing Star Core seemed to sense the "invasion" of a foreign Rule.

BOOM!

A terrifying heatwave erupted from within the Star Core as golden-red Sun Flame roared, attempting to scatter and incinerate the intruding silver Moonlight.

Ian’s heart tightened. He carefully guided the Moonlight Power, letting it seep into every groove on the Star Core’s surface and permeate its blazing essence.

At that moment, an invisible force tore Ian’s consciousness in two.

One half of his consciousness shot upward, piercing the boundary of his Sea of Spirit and rising into what felt like an endless, cold Void.

Just then, the dormant Abyssal Soul Contract was triggered and began to resonate violently.

From the great unknown, a wisp of Will—pure Chaos, filled with primitive malice—was drawn forth.

Dark purple Demonic Qi snaked along the guiding channel and burrowed into Ian’s Sea of Spirit.

This was a unique feature of the Starry Sky Festival; the ability to communicate with the Abyss and obtain pure Demonic Qi was a characteristic he had to preserve.

The other half of his consciousness also plunged into the Void, descending deeper and deeper until it submerged into a strange realm actively constructed by the Moonlight Power.

Silvery-white Moonlight Power suffused the area, gradually constructing a vast, silent world with nothing but an illusory crescent moon hanging in the center.

The Dream Realm.

There was no sound here, no physical substance—only endless tranquility and a single crescent moon.

The entire Dream Realm began to spontaneously draw on the sparse Energy from the surrounding Void, converting it into more Moonlight Power.

Two completely different states of Cultivation were proceeding in sync within the same body, the same Sea of Spirit.

His Sea of Spirit began to tremble violently, letting out a groan as if on the verge of collapse.

The heat of the Star Core, the Chaos of the Abyssal Demonic Qi, and the serenity of the Moonlight Dream Realm—the three forces clashed furiously, crushing against one another in an attempt at mutual Annihilation.

Suddenly, the wisp of Abyssal Demonic Qi—which had been initially purified, retaining only the Rule Essence of its Chaos—inevitably encountered the Moonlight Power suffusing his Sea of Spirit.

Logically, the chaotic frenzy of the Abyss and the tranquil Order of Moonlight should have been as incompatible as fire and water.

But as Ian watched the edges of the two forces make contact, the expected storm of Annihilation never erupted. Instead, they began an excruciatingly slow fusion.

The dark purple Demonic Qi slowly dispersed, bit by bit, seeping into the silvery-white Dream Realm.

The Dream Realm didn’t collapse.

On the contrary, the chaotic and disordered Rule Fragments contained within the Demonic Qi seemed to become the perfect binding agent and building material.

The once empty and silent silver space began to transform. Warped patterns appeared on the illusory ground, and a thin mist of an indescribable color gradually rose.

Indescribable things flashed into existence within the mist, only to vanish an instant later.

A bolt of lightning seemed to strike through Ian’s mind, and he was hit with a sudden realization.

’What is a dream?’

’It’s the fragments of thought, the ocean of the subconscious, the grand carnival that begins after conscious logic recedes.’

’By its very nature, it is chaotic, irrational, and untethered from the Rules of reality!’

’The dreaded Rule of Chaos within the Abyssal Demonic Qi... it shares a deep, fundamental resonance with the very essence of a dream!’

A decision so bold it bordered on madness exploded deep within Ian’s Soul.

He was no longer content to build the Dream Realm with purified Abyssal Demonic Qi.

He would take the most fundamental Rule of Chaos from that wisp of Demonic Qi and channel it directly into his nascent Dream Realm, using it as the very foundation to build and strengthen it!

With a mere thought, the restraints of the Abyssal Soul Contract loosened slightly.

A more primitive, wilder trace of Chaos Essence was stripped away and injected into the silvery Dream Realm.

CRACK! The phantom sound of something shattering seemed to echo from his Sea of Spirit.

The violent tremors reached their peak. Under the immense pressure of a new equilibrium being formed, the Blazing Star Core began a startling transformation.

It rapidly compressed from its original, fist-sized form, solidifying until it was no bigger than a marble.

Though its volume had shrunk, its density had increased more than a hundredfold. The Power of Sun Flame it contained was now far purer and more condensed.