The Soul Crystal emitted a dull, yellow light. It was irregular in shape, its surface covered in a misty glow wherein, upon closer inspection, one could catch glimpses of fleeting images. These were the mories deeply etched into the minds of the Soul Crystal's original owners. Even the cleansing waters of the Yellow Springs struggled to completely erase them; instead, they were preserved in the form of Soul Crystals.
It is said that the Yellow Springs were not originally yellow. The water only developed its distinct hue after more and more Soul Crystals accumulated at the bottom. Standing by the shore of the spectral lake, Wang Xiu gazed at the faint yellow light below and felt there was so truth to this claim. He toyed with a Soul Crystal in his hand, lost in thought.
The owner of this particular Soul Crystal was nad Taishu Jian. He had been a powerful figure from the Ancient Shu Sword Sect, from a ti before this world fell into silence and oblivion. At the peak of his power, he had reached the cultivation level of a Sixteenth-Tribulation Heavenly Immortal. He led a magnificent and turbulent life, full of both love and enmity.
Wang Xiu's Divine Sense plunged into the crystal. The events of Taishu Jian's life flashed before Wang Xiu's eyes like a fleeting glimpse of flowers on horseback. The images were disjointed and incoherent, as the vast majority of them had been washed away by the waters of the Yellow Springs. Most of the remaining images were of a woman.
Taishu Jian had t this woman in his youth, and they had pledged their lives to each other. He made three promises to her, each ti vowing that upon his next return, they would marry and beco Dao companions. But for various reasons, Taishu Jian failed to keep his promise all three tis.
The last ti he returned, with his Dao accomplished, he had beco a peerless Sword Cultivator whose fa shook the region. But he had been gone for too long. The woman had already passed away, and wild grass had overtaken her desolate grave.
This experience was clearly unforgettable for Taishu Jian. So much so that even tens of thousands of years later, as his lifespan neared its end, he often thought of that graceful figure from his past. The mory was so profound that not even the waters of the Yellow Springs could wash it away.
Wang Xiu slowly opened his eyes. A montary confusion flashed in his gaze, but it quickly returned to clarity. He felt as if he had just lived through Taishu Jian's life of tens of thousands of years. Regret, lant, pity, remorse... a myriad of emotions left their lingering traces in his heart. Fortunately, his Divine Soul was strong, and his Dao heart was firm, so he was not swayed for long.
Besides these mories, there was another, even clearer piece of information within the Soul Crystal: The Taihao Sword Scripture! It was the Sword Dao inheritance of the Ancient Shu Sword Sect! A Quasi-Emperor level inheritance! It also contained Taishu Jian's insights from tens of thousands of years. Even the confusion and troubles he faced at every step of his cultivation were ticulously recorded.
Thinking about it, it was normal. For a Cultivator, the only things that accompany them throughout their long lives are their cultivation techniques and the Great Dao. Everything else is but a temporary stop in the mortal world.
I'm not lacking in cultivation techniques, but an inheritance of this caliber, even if it can't contain the truth of the Dao like the top-tier inheritances I possess, still holds profound mysteries! My Origin Mark has just begun to take shape, having only collected the imprints of absolute techniques like Ming Emperor Town Prison and Great Luo Supre, each pointing toward an Origin Dao. To further enrich my Origin Mark, I need to continue acquiring more Divine Skills and extract their Daoist runes. My original plan was to use my golden finger to obtain new Divine Skills after leaving this world. But now, there seems to be a more direct thod.
Beneath these Yellow Springs lies a vast number of Soul Crystals, tantamount to an expansive library for ... If I can comprehend them all, it will greatly enrich my Origin Mark! Although any single Divine Skill extracted from these wouldn't be as formidable as those from the System, and might not even condense into a separate rune, the sheer volu is imnse. Even combining them continuously should produce sothing substantial.
Wang Xiu slowly looked up, glancing at the gargantuan peak ford by the Three Lives Stele, which was still imrsed in an ocean of rit, continuously absorbing its power.
In any case, the Three Lives Stele is not yet fully refined, and I'll have to stay here for so ti. I might as well give this a try!
No sooner had he thought of it than he acted.
With a stir of his thoughts, his vast Divine Sense surged like a storm, sweeping up copious amounts of Yellow Springs water. Amidst it all, countless Soul Crystals glittered brilliantly, like stars scattered across the sky, dazzlingly bright.
"Two fellow Daoists, please sit with and comprehend!" Wang Xiu said.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
Two streaks of light flashed as Taishi Daoist and Saint Taiyi appeared simultaneously, bowing slightly to Wang Xiu. "We are willing to share your burden, fellow Daoist!"
Afterward, with eyes burning like torches, their Divine Senses descended upon the Soul Crystals like a physical gaze, continuously deciphering the information within. Both had now reached the peak of the Saint Manifestation realm. Their Divine Senses were formidable. Moreover, they had exceptional foundations—one had beco a Saint through the faith of all beings, and the other through boundless rit. When it ca to comprehending Daoist Magic, it was as if they had divine assistance, achieving remarkable results.
The fruits of their comprehension could be imprinted flawlessly within Wang Xiu's mind, no different from if he had comprehended them himself. To this day, Wang Xiu could finally unleash so of the true essence of the Great Luo Supre Divine Sense, the supre inheritance of the Ancient Spirit Clan!
Just these two are not enough... 'One Thought, Three Thousand!'
Wang Xiu's pupils shone brightly as his Divine Sense grew even more imnse, like an ocean. One after another, figures resembling Wang Xiu began to condense from it.
The last ti Wang Xiu used this technique, he had only conjured three Divine Soul Incarnations. Two of them had since beco Saints, while the remaining one was in the Cangyuan Realm. But that was before Wang Xiu had even entered the Nascent Soul Realm. Now, tis had changed. Wang Xiu was no longer the sa man he once was. Three incarnations were far from his current limit.
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.
In the ocean of Divine Sense, countless runes flickered, forming a dazzling sea of starlight. One by one, figures erged, their bodies wreathed in runes and glowing with divine light, like gods. The number continued to grow, and the speed did not slow.
Ten!
Twenty!
Thirty-three!
Eighty-one!
One hundred and five!
Finally, Wang Xiu felt a sense of resistance and understood that this was his current limit. Including the three he had already ford, he now had a total of one hundred and eight Divine Soul Incarnations.
"Go forth, my children!" Wang Xiu's eyes glead as he commanded.
Over a hundred "Wang Xius" responded in unison and surged toward the Soul Crystals, fanning out as they began to comprehend with ravenous hunger.
These newly born Divine Soul Incarnations lacked sufficient soul energy, so their strength was only comparable to the Nascent Soul Stage. However, their aptitude for comprehending Daoist Magic and other such arts was entirely dependent on Wang Xiu, so it had no negative impact. In fact, it increased Wang Xiu's efficiency by more than a hundredfold.
Feeling the information and comprehension of techniques accumulating freely in his mind, Wang Xiu couldn't help but marvel. The people of the Ancient Spirit Clan truly knew how to be lazy. This cultivation thod is simply too marvelous... He decided that once he left this place, he would not keep all these incarnations by his side. Instead, he would let them disperse and cultivate on their own. Even if they perished out in the world, it would only be a loss of so Divine Sense to him—a trivial matter, as he could always condense more. But if they didn't perish... in a few hundred or a thousand years, each one might beco a powerhouse of the era. At that ti... he would rge with them all again! Hmph hmph! Just the thought of it was thrilling!
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