Within the River of Forgetfulness, the river surged and roared, severing attachments and extinguishing spirits, erasing every trace of a living being's existence. Under such circumstances, only one divine soul remained unfallen, allowing the River of Forgetfulness to wash over it without moving it in the slightest. That person was Jiang Chen.
At a certain moment, all distracting thoughts vanished, and a feeling of perfect harmony arose from Jiang Chen's divine soul.
At that very instant, his dormant consciousness revived, and Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes.
"Tempering my soul with heavenly lightning and washing my spirit in the River of Forgetfulness—after all this time, I've finally honed my Yang Spirit thoughts to perfection."
Reflecting inward, Jiang Chen saw the changes in his divine soul.
At this moment, each of his nine thousand Yang Spirit thoughts was as clear as a mirror and as warm and lustrous as jade. Wisps of yang-harmonizing energy radiated from them, without the slightest trace of yin. The faint birth of creation could be sensed within them. This was precisely the sign that his thoughts had been thoroughly honed.
"And this also means that my path of the divine soul can advance another step. The next step is perfecting the Yang Spirit. I should further divide my thoughts until they total twelve thousand three hundred and sixty."
His inspiration stirred, and Jiang Chen gained enlightenment in his heart.
He had tempered them for so long that his foundation was now sufficient. The road ahead would arise of its own accord, and he was now only one step away from that state of perfection.
"Purple Lightning is already a Supreme-grade Dao Artifact. With an array to draw down heavenly lightning, it can help me take this step to a certain extent. However, the commotion would be