Inner World

The outcome was both perfectly reasonable and utterly unreasonable.

The moment he figured it out.

He lost control over his current body.

A flash of white light forced his consciousness away.

When he regained consciousness, he had already returned to the secret chamber in Demon Saint Valley. His cultivation had not improved much, but the degree of compatibility with his physical body had clearly risen by a great deal.

Of course.

That was not to say he had been unable to control his body before.

Nor was it to say his prior degree of control had been low.

It was compatibility!

For a cultivator, the very first step was always gaining control over one's own body. If one could not even control one's own body, then so-called cultivation was merely the body dragging the soul along to cultivate. It was like a weapon turning around and wielding its owner—a complete reversal of priorities.

Everything was relative.

To the physical body, clothes were clothes.

But to the soul, the physical body itself was clothing.

Likewise.

Swords, spears, swords, and halberds were merely weapons of the physical body.

The physical body, meanwhile, was a weapon of the soul.

Thus, throughout cultivation, it was always the soul that controlled everything. Those who lost their souls could only be turned into piles of unconscious puppets, like Heavenly Demon Puppets. As for the distinction between the soul and the true self, and their relationship with consciousness, those were deeper secrets. Most cultivators had no right to come into contact with them when they first stepped onto the path of cultivation. Still, those secrets were not important to them anyway.

Take the cultivation system of the Myriad Heavens as an example.

Before reaching the God Soul Realm, there was no need to understand the importance of