On the Zheer Continent, there was a group of elves who deserved the respect of all their fellow elves, the Dragon Race, the Beast Race, and plant Soul Beasts.
Yet because of the need for secrecy, thick black marks had obscured their life records.
They had died young, in their hundreds, and some hadn't even reached a hundred.
They were called Soul Scholars.
Every member studied and absorbed the Light Dragon King's discoveries about the soul, along with all the information he had gathered.
They used their own souls as experimental subjects, driven to explore every possibility concerning the soul's creation, use, and evolution. One after another, they threw themselves into the work.
If Rus Wang and the Grey Feather Division hadn't strictly limited the number of experimental subjects to five per year, these geniuses might have dropped dead in all sorts of ways within ten minutes, all in the name of studying the soul.
The most famous saying within the Soul Scholar organization was:
The Other Shore of the Yellow Springs does exist.
Those were the last words a Titled Douluo–level martyr transmitted through a binary soul-wave detector before his soul dispersed when an experiment failed.[1]
After that, the Soul Scholars began to take an interest in the souls of god-level powerhouses.
They had discovered that the higher a research subject's cultivation, the harder it was for their soul to vanish without a trace.
The Soul Scholars had even managed, after losing several waves of predecessors, to use a soul cultivation technique they had developed themselves to make their souls punch a few times at punching bags in the real world.
They had even received a mini-plane specially built by Rus Wang, where individuals whose experiments had failed but whose souls had miraculously survived could live.
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