"This... this is insane," Han Yu muttered under his breath, stunned.
His new body, his new soul, the Undying Destiny Severance—everything had changed him.He was no longer the weak servant boy struggling at the bottom of the outer sect.He was soone reborn, soone capable of achieving true greatness.
A cold determination settled in his heart.
Han Yu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with a fierce light.
’No one will ever look down on again. No one will ever sche against so easily.’
He wasn’t just back from the dead.
He was going to rise higher than anyone ever expected.
And it all started... now.
Han Yu sat cross-legged on his bed, trying to steady his breathing, but his mind was anything but calm.
After breaking through to the Qi Refining Realm, his next task was clear—he had to figure out how to gather Soul Qi.
The mories implanted into him from the Undying Destiny Severance were fragnted, like half-rembered dreams. He knew the theory: gather Soul Qi, refine it, cultivate the soul itself.
But the how... that part eluded him.
For an entire day, he tried.
ditating. Reaching out. Visualizing his soul like a vessel.
Nothing worked.
He felt nothing. Saw nothing.
Frustration gnawed at his heart.
Was it because he had no foundation?
Or was he simply not talented enough?
He grit his teeth and forced himself to be patient. He wasn’t the Han Yu of before. He would endure.
Then, just as he was about to give up for the night—
A faint ripple brushed against his senses.
Han Yu’s eyes snapped open.
There, floating in the air like a tiny ember, was a wisp of dark blue energy.
It drifted toward him slowly, lazily, as if it wasn’t even aware of his presence.
Han Yu’s heart pounded.
’Is that Soul Qi?’ he thought.
The wisp entered his chest effortlessly, and the mont it did, Han Yu stiffened.
A wave of sorrow swept over him—a deep, aching sadness.It made him feel hollow, as if he had lost sothing precious.But just as quickly as it ca, the feeling faded.
Before he could react, a sudden stream of new mories surged into his mind, much clearer this ti.
Han Yu gasped.
It wasn’t Soul Qi.
It was sothing called Eight Emotions Energy!
And the dark blue wisp specifically was born from Sorrow!
Eight Emotions Energy was the root fuel for the Undying Destiny Severance.
Eight energies, born from the primal emotions—Joy, Sadness, Anticipation, Trust, Disgust, Fear, Anger and Surprise!
Each emotion had its own color, its own flavor, its own texture.
He didn’t gather Soul Qi directly.
He had to first gather these emotion wisps, then refine them into Soul Qi inside his Soul!
Han Yu closed his eyes, following the instincts left behind by the technique.
He could now sense a new space deep within himself—a quiet, vast domain separate from his dantian.
His Soul Sea.
Within that silent inner world, he could faintly see the drifting wisp of dark blue light, moving aimlessly like a lost spirit.
Han Yu focused.
He began circulating the first part of the Undying Destiny Severance technique, his spiritual will gently wrapping around the wisp.
The thod was slow, requiring both incredible delicacy and firm control.
Bit by bit, the dark blue wisp was compressed, condensed, purified.
It fought back slightly, the sorrow trying to cloud his mind, but Han Yu pushed through.
Finally, after long monts of careful work, the dark blue wisp shrank into a tiny, sparkling dot.
The color changed—no longer dark blue, but a clear, translucent silver.
Han Yu instinctively knew.
Soul Qi.
Real Soul Qi!
A rush of excitent coursed through him.
He had done it.
He had taken his first true step on the path of the Undying Destiny Severance!
Though it was only a single drop, it was infinitely more valuable than anything else he had cultivated before.
Han Yu opened his eyes, a faint smile creeping onto his face.
"It begins..." he whispered to himself, a new fire burning in his chest.
Han Yu sat cross-legged on his bed, breathing quietly, his robes lding with the darkness.
He focused, trying to summon another wisp like before.
Hours passed.
Nothing.
He sighed, frustration creeping up his spine.
’How did the first wisp even co to ? Was it a coincidence?’
He racked his mind for answers but found none.
Just when he was about to give up again, a faint shimr appeared before him—another dark blue wisp, trembling slightly as if afraid.
Han Yu wasted no ti. He opened his soul and drew the wisp in, feeling the sa fleeting sadness sweep over him before it was absorbed into his Soul Sea.
This ti, however, he didn’t stop.
His instincts sharpened, his soul seed to see further than his eyes could.
Outside, past the courtyard walls, he noticed sothing—a faint, flickering dark blue light in the distance, barely visible, like a candle on a stormy night.
Han Yu’s heart pounded.
’Only I can see this?’
Without hesitation, he slipped out, his Shadow lding Robes helping him blend into the night.
He moved quickly, staying low, weaving between the structures of the sect like a ghost.
He reached the spot where he saw the light—a small patch of dirt near a withered tree—and found another wisp floating lazily in the air.
He absorbed it, feeling his soul stir slightly with its nourishnt.
Then, another light flared in the corner of his eye—this ti from the opposite direction.
Han Yu turned and headed that way, growing more skilled with each movent.
The night beca a dance, a hunt.
Each wisp he gathered fed his soul bit by bit.
Absorbing. Moving. Absorbing. Moving.
A silent rhythm in the darkness.
But as he pursued a particularly strong wisp, he found himself moving into a more familiar part of the sect.
He slowed down, heart tightening when he realized where he was.
The path twisted and turned—and led him right outside a small, modest courtyard.
Li i’s ho.
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