It was another night deep in silence.
Luo Chen, who had been sitting for a long time, slowly opened his eyes.
He rubbed his brow, weariness showing on his face.
With the Soul Stones constantly replenishing him, his Main Soul had remained at its peak. By rights, it should have been able to keep splitting without end.
Yet when he reached the Eighth Soul, signs of extreme difficulty emerged.
He had wanted to strike while the iron was hot and split off the Ninth Soul. Even if it were somewhat weak, he could nurture it gradually. Yet for precisely that reason, he had been unable to split off the Ninth Soul for a long time.
He even had a premonition that once he split off the Ninth Soul, something exceedingly ill would happen.
That was an accident he absolutely did not wish to see.
"Where exactly did something go wrong?"
Luo Chen did not dare act rashly. He trusted his instincts.
The higher one's realm, the more accurate certain instinctive intuitions became. Cultivators simply did not dare ignore them.
He could only analyze things carefully, identify the problem, then resolve it accordingly.
"Did something go wrong while I was laying my foundation? Should I follow Han Zhan's example, first split into nine souls, then slowly grow them strong?"
Luo Chen did not quite believe that. In terms of a robust foundation, he was even above Han Zhan.
"Or have I split my Divine Soul too frequently over the past decade, leaving the Main Soul unable to sustain itself?"
Behind strength lay weakness. That Main Soul that looked so resilient might already have become unable to bear further division.
Luo Chen was not certain of this, because the heaven-defying effects of the Soul Stones had not shown any aftereffects.
During his