That was true enough. Even Great Powers coveted methods for converting spiritual power into divine sense.
There was no shortage of spirit veins between heaven and earth. As long as there were spirit veins, there would be no shortage of spiritual power.
But the power of divine sense could not be directly obtained from the outside world; it could only be slowly produced by the body.
Yet whether nurturing the Primordial Spirit or fusing Essence, Qi, and Spirit into immortal power, the power of divine sense was of utmost importance.
Quite a few Great Powers in the Qianyuan Realm had been painstakingly searching for ways to increase the power of divine sense.
The Soul Demon race had always been nothing more than a legend. No one could confirm that they existed.
If their existence were proven, there would certainly be no shortage of Great Powers willing to go to great lengths to capture Soul Demons.
Wang Daoyuan nodded. "Naturally, I will not leak news of the Soul Race. But I also need to know what the Soul Race is capable of."
The Soul Race was not particularly strong in direct combat. Wang Daoyuan had spent so much effort dealing with them mainly because this place contained contingencies left behind by a Ghost Immortal.
If they were dragged out to duel in the open wilderness beyond the ice plains, the five Soul Demons before him would not even be enough for Moyu and the Blood Spring to deal with.
The Soul Race's true value lay in their ability to conceal themselves. They were exceptionally suited to gathering intelligence and assassinating important targets.
The man holding the long banner wore a shameful expression. "To be honest, before the Soul Race reaches the Nascent Soul stage, we are all extremely afraid of sunlight.