Chen Daolin's eyes suddenly widened as he roared, "Break—" His gaze cleared, his will becoming a blade that cleaved through falsehood.
Fake was fake, after all. It could never become real.
Under Chen Daolin's firm and powerful will, the world before him shattered inch by inch and vanished. His consciousness returned to reality once more.
At the same time, a blood-red secret pattern slowly rose from the central vortex in his sea of consciousness. It hovered beside the first soul secret pattern, separated by a short distance, and radiated a unique, mysterious fluctuation.
Chen Daolin could feel that his soul will had grown stronger again.
"Continue." With no ripples in his heart, Chen Daolin closed his eyes and resumed cultivating the Divine Forging secret art.
Days passed.
Every day, Chen Daolin absorbed the energy of Ancient Incineration Crystals, transformed it into blood-red mist, and condensed it into soul secret patterns. His soul will was constantly tempered and strengthened...
Yet throughout the process, he was continually disturbed and eroded by baleful aura and illusions, all of which Chen Daolin forcibly shattered.
Every soul secret pattern he condensed strengthened his soul will by another measure. Every illusory baleful attack he resisted improved his state of mind by another measure.
Understand one's own heart.
See one's true self.
Use the heart as a lamp to illuminate the fog of falsehood and see the road ahead.
As the number of soul secret patterns steadily increased and his soul will improved, the vortex absorbed the white mist ever faster, while the illusions Chen Daolin fell into became increasingly terrifying.
This was the twentieth day and night since entering the Ancient Burning Hall—equivalent to one hundred and eighty days on Earth. Chen Daolin's sea of consciousness, filled with red mist, now contained fifty-seven additional blood-red soul