Azure Sun Pill Canon

On Seaview Cliff.

Night hung heavy, and the sea breeze blew gently.

Amid the rolling surf, there was a strange sense of stillness.

Luo Chen turned his wrist, and a long black banner planted itself in the center of the cave abode.

He sent his Divine Sense inside. The slaughter was still going on.

Over a hundred powerful vengeful souls swarmed Yan Nantian's remnant soul, tearing and gnawing at it.

The remnant soul of the Golden Core Ghost King devoured great mouthfuls. Its once-dim spiritual glow had begun to recover.

Beyond that, there was nothing.

Luo Chen watched, lost in thought.

"Though cultivators use outside resources to speed their cultivation, at heart they follow the same path as Ancient Qi Refining Cultivators: Refining essence into qi, then refining qi into spirit."

"At Foundation Establishment, Spiritual Sense can extend beyond the body. At Golden Core, spirit becomes divine. But when all is said and done, the soul itself has undergone no fundamental change."

"Without the flesh as a treasure raft to carry it through this world, a Golden Core Cultivator's soul is like a naked child. Wind, frost, rain, and snow can all destroy it, let alone the attacks of vengeful souls and vicious ghosts fallen into the ghostly path."

"That might improve a little at the Nascent Soul Stage. The soul can command a Nascent Soul, forming a second treasure raft. But even that isn't a true transformation. That only comes at the Spirit Transformation Realm, when the Nascent Soul and soul merge into a Primordial Spirit."

Luo Chen did not know whether his conjecture was right.

But records he had read, discussions with fellow cultivators, and Yan Nantian's utterly helpless remnant soul had led him to it.

His thoughts wandered. If he met the same end, how could he