The number of Dao laws one had tempered was the most important measure of a Spirit Transformation cultivator's strength.
Once the divine soul had transcended the body, Spirit Transformation cultivators finally had the chance to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth themselves, borrowing external power for their own use.
Throughout this process, the spiritual energy within their bodies merely served as an anchor to sustain the divine soul, constantly being consumed.
How many Dao laws one controlled was the true limit on how much of one's strength could be brought forth.
Ye Xiu sat cross-legged deep underground beneath White Pagoda's inner city.
As his strength rose, the disturbances caused by his cultivation had grown greater and greater.
Under such circumstances, if he wanted to ensure that cultivation would not stir up so many complications, he had to stay as far away from crowds as possible.
Fortunately, the terminal at the very bottom of Heyang City, the most crucial existence maintaining the city's current order, happened to be able to provide him with ample assistance.
When this thing operated normally, it was a bottomless pit that devoured spiritual energy. Even spirit stones, the most premium all-purpose consumable energy source, could barely keep it running despite the enormous profits generated by Heyang City every year.
The spiritual energy fluctuations Ye Xiu's cultivation easily triggered were not a problem at all.
If he cultivated directly near the terminal, it would automatically absorb the excess spiritual energy stirred into disorder.
It would also ensure that no one could spot anything amiss.
As he slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, Ye Xiu saw four more lights gradually emerge within his sea of consciousness.
Wind and clouds, thunder, sharpness, life.
These were the four branches of Dao laws Ye Xiu had encountered