At the summit of Qingyun Mountain.
Song Qingming sat cross-legged within his cave abode, his expression solemn and his eyes tightly shut. A faint Crimson Spiritual Light emanated from his body.
Within his sea of consciousness, countless strands of Crimson Spiritual Light wound around his soul, continuously tempering and forging it.
Since cultivating the Tongtian Myriad Spirits Art to the Nascent Soul Realm, aside from his daily cultivation, this technique had taken up most of Song Qingming's time over the years.
After thirty years of secluded arduous cultivation, the Tongtian Myriad Spirits Art had reached a critical moment of advancement.
With just one more step forward, he would be able to directly enter the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
Tempering one's soul was indeed an exceptionally painful ordeal for cultivators, especially when a cultivation technique needed to advance.
Even for a Nascent Soul Cultivator like Song Qingming, who had cultivated this technique for centuries.
When he reached this crucial step, he still could not stop himself from frowning slightly. It was clear that the suffering he faced was far from ordinary.
After focusing wholeheartedly on arduous cultivation for who knew how long, he was still firmly blocked outside by a bottleneck.
In the end, Song Qingming, having achieved nothing, slowly dispersed his technique and opened his eyes, letting out a soft sigh.
"Breaking through the Nascent Soul Middle Stage bottleneck with this technique truly is far more difficult than I imagined."
Back when he had chatted with Senior Xuantian in Tongtian Tower, Song Qingming had already learned from him.
That most predecessors who had cultivated the Tongtian Myriad Spirits Art had ultimately been stuck at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, unable to advance even an inch.
At the time, he had not taken it seriously.
He had assumed those people had