Wang Yuan sat cross-legged on a cushion, spread the silk manuscript of the Nine Revolutions Soul Condensation Art across his knees, and began studying it sentence by sentence from the beginning.
As he read, he suddenly paused.
The method He Qingyuan had written for sensing the divine soul was remarkably similar to a basic mental power cultivation technique he had obtained back at the Kaoshan Sect.
That technique was called the Mind Concentrating Art. It had nothing to do with martial cultivation and taught only how to quiet the mind, concentrate the spirit, and sense oneself.
Wang Yuan had practiced it for years and had long since taken it to its utmost limits.
He had simply never imagined that such a basic technique could have any connection to a Grandmaster's divine soul cultivation method.
Yet the more he read now, the more he felt that the circulation route of the Nine Revolutions Soul Condensation Art's first level was almost identical to the Mind Concentrating Art, only finer and more profound.
The Mind Concentrating Art was about "sensing"; the Nine Revolutions Soul Condensation Art was about "control."
The former was the root, the latter the trunk.
He closed his eyes and slowly circulated the Mind Concentrating Art he had been taught all those years ago.
He knew the technique so well that he could complete every step with his eyes closed.
His consciousness sank into his Niwan Palace, his divine soul settled like a still surface of water, and his perception withdrew from his physical body, drawing inward until it converged on a single point.
This step was not difficult for Wang Yuan.
His Evil God's Eye could control people's minds, which was itself an outward application of divine soul power. His sensitivity to his divine soul far surpassed that of