"The three flowers of Essence, Qi, and Spirit each form their own vein and possess their own methods."
"You mentioned earlier that the Kaoshan Sect's secret vault contains notes from predecessors. What I've been organizing these past few days is precisely these materials."
He pushed the silk scroll on the table toward Wang Yuan. "The Kaoshan Sect has stood for hundreds of years without producing a Grandmaster, but we certainly have quite a few notes on Bone Forging and Organ Tempering."
"Among them, one scroll stands out in particular-the person who wrote these notes was named He Qingyuan, an elder of the Kaoshan Sect from three hundred years ago who remained stuck at the late-stage Organ Tempering for a full forty years before ultimately dying of depression and regret."
"Yet, before his death, he left behind the insights of his lifetime, specializing exclusively in the method of the Divine Soul."
"This is the Nine Revolutions Soul Condensation Art!"
Wang Yuan looked down.
The handwriting on the silk scroll was vigorous and ancient, densely filled with tiny standard script, with a few places bearing vermilion brush marks from later annotators.
At the end of the silk scroll, a page had been mostly torn away, leaving only a few lines of residual characters at the corner.
It faintly read: "The method of condensing the Divine Soul requires using... as a catalyst,... as a furnace, and... as firewood."
"Back then, He Qingyuan specialized in the path of the Spirit Flower and created the Nine Revolutions Soul Condensation Jue. According to his notes, condensing the Divine Soul requires external objects as a catalyst to strengthen the Divine Soul, condense divine thoughts, and transform the Spirit Flower."
"In the end, after groping in the dark for forty years, trying a hundred types of spiritual materials