Ten years had flown by since the battle in the Boundless Sea. During those ten years, Su Yuwen and Zihai had recovered from their injuries, while Yan Chihuo's Demon-Subduing Divine Art had achieved minor success.
What surprised him was that the Demon-Subduing Divine Art could actually temper the soul and spiritual sense. On reflection, this was hardly strange. Methods of severing the three corpses were inherently liable to damage the soul, so naturally the Demon-Subduing Divine Art included a way to strengthen one's spirit.
Yet Yan Chihuo was an exception. Having cultivated the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations, his soul and spiritual sense were unmatched among those of the same rank. Cultivating the Demon-Subduing Divine Art on top of that was like climbing a hundred-foot pole and taking another step higher. Before this cultivation, Yan Chihuo's spirit had been like raw iron; now, it was a piece of refined steel tempered a hundred times.
By this point, Yan Chihuo reckoned that once the Demon-Subduing Divine Art reached great success and he severed the three corpses, he would have no fear of failure. Su Yuwen had failed because her soul had not been strong to begin with. Forcing herself to sever the three corpses had naturally led to something going wrong.
At this point, Yan Chihuo no longer had any interest in refining those demon-slaying treasures. Yet when he looked through the spirit materials Su Yuwen had given him, delight welled up in his heart. These were all earth-attribute spirit materials. Together with the Five-Colored Essence Stone and Heavenly One Shapeshifting Divine Mud in his possession, he had unexpectedly gathered all the materials for the fifth God-Falling Stele.
One day, as Yan Chihuo was considering whether to begin refining the fifth God-Falling Stele, Su Yuwen's voice came from outside. "Fellow Daoist Yan, may