Wind Rising

There was neither sun nor moon in the stone chamber.

As usual, Zhou Yan sat cross-legged, his divine sense leaving his body and pressing against the stone door.

Over the past half year, he had constantly cultivated the Soul Separation Scripture. His soul had grown from three inches to one foot, then to its current range of over three yards outside his body. He could now sense every nook and cranny of the stone chamber with crystal clarity. Even the dark patterns on the white skeleton's robes and the lines of writing on the stone walls were perfectly clear.

Yet the door simply would not open.

Drawing back his divine sense, Zhou Yan panted heavily and stared at the smooth stone slab door.

"Damn it." He spat. "It really is an incomplete volume!"

He had figured it out. This cultivation technique was merely an incomplete volume. The Soul Separation Scripture only gave him the ability to condense his spirit and probe objects, turning his soul into a pair of hands and eyes that could see far and investigate finely, but it could not kill. The latter half had to be the killing arts for wielding divine consciousness.

Zhou Yan sprang to his feet and paced circles around the stone chamber, cursing as he walked. "So that old Martial Saint left this damned technique behind just to make me a blind man with open eyes in here. I've looked, I've probed, but I still can't get out. What damn use is it?"

After cursing himself out, he dropped back down onto the ground.

"Divine consciousness killing arts..." he muttered. "Why not try transferring the killing intent from my saber technique onto my divine consciousness?"

He had already cultivated the Edge-Breaking Saber Technique to Perfection. When he struck with a saber, it