The third Heavenly Pass.
It was completely different from the weighty, ancient simplicity of the first two.
The portal itself was almost illusory, seeming both there and not there, as if woven from pure light and thought.
There were no intricate patterns on it, only several profound, shifting paths of light.
No grand voice announced its rules, and no elaborate trial appeared.
The moment Chen Yan saw it, all the information naturally became clear to him.
The first two passes had opened the gates of "Essence"—the hidden potential of the physical body—and "Qi"—the origin of energy.
This third pass was the gate of "Spirit"—the manifestation of the soul and will.
"Only when you meet the requirements will the Heavenly Pass manifest."
"Only by opening all three passes can you reach the limit of the Professional level!"
So that was how it worked.
Chen Yan's consciousness stood before the gate, his mind as calm as a still lake.
The method for opening this third Heavenly Pass was simple to the utmost—and difficult to the utmost.
There was no need to fight or solve anything.
He merely had to push it open with the flawless, perfected essence of his own soul.
For the vast majority of cultivators in the world, this threshold was no different from an impassable chasm.
They had to endure countless trials between life and death, struggle through the mortal world, and shed their worldly impurities before they might find the chance to bring their souls to even a hint of perfection and glimpse one corner of this gate.
They could spend their entire lives trying and still fail to budge it.
But for Chen Yan right now...
"Isn't this a little too easy?"
A strange thought crossed his mind.
The gate others fought desperately just to touch was,