Soul Art Comprehension

After learning the purpose of people like himself, Su Fang did not dwell on it too much.

Su Fang looked at the white lights ahead—the white glows that had emerged from Li Junhao's corpse.

Suddenly, Su Fang discovered that the white light could also be comprehended.

[Wandering soul fragment. Would you like to comprehend it?]

Su Fang was immensely curious. After thinking it over, he chose to comprehend it.

Su Fang had originally been watching the soul fragments drift out of Li Junhao's body when everything before his eyes abruptly changed.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already standing within an extremely illusory space.

Within this space, every object, including Su Fang himself, flickered with a faint milky-white radiance.

At the same time, bathed in that milky-white glow, Su Fang felt incomparably comfortable from head to toe.

It was as though he had returned to the embrace of his mother's womb—though that was naturally impossible.

Still, the place Su Fang was in now was simply too comfortable.

After all, he was in the Gods and Devils Cemetery. Forget returning to his mother's womb—even leaving this place alive was a problem.

"Could this be a sea of souls, or perhaps a place formed from the convergence of countless soul fragments?"

Su Fang moved forward curiously. Though he felt exceptionally comfortable here, his strength did not seem to improve in the slightest.

He did not know how far he had walked when he suddenly saw an utterly white embryo slowly taking shape. Within it, a handsome youth was gradually forming.

With the cry of a newborn, his soul was completely formed at that instant.

At the same time, a strange force contained within heaven and earth continuously flowed into his soul, helping it grow without end.

In a daze.

Su Fang felt as though he, too, had become an embryo.

The milky-white lights began wildly gathering around him, quickly wrapping him up tight as a drum.

Perhaps only a second had passed. Perhaps a minute. Or perhaps a year, or ten years...

In his confusion.

Su Fang heard a voice by his ear.

[Comprehending Soul Art!]

The instant his Max-Level Comprehension activated, Su Fang suddenly felt streams of wondrous knowledge flow into his mind.

Everything before him then began to rapidly dissipate like flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon mirrored in water, as though it had never existed.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw an enormous dark face directly before him, its eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Damn it, Old Sun, what are you doing?!"

Startled out of his wits, Su Fang sprang away and asked Old Sun from far off.

It was not that Su Fang had forgotten his benefactor after being saved.

The key was that Old Sun's mind was far too abnormal. Su Fang had not forgotten how Old Sun had slapped that evil soul to death with one palm.

If he said something wrong by accident, the one lying on the ground in a moment might very well be himself.

But Old Sun did not care about any of that. Instead, he stared at Su Fang with keen curiosity, his eyes full of excitement, as though he had found some amusing toy.

"Little Madman, I just saw something seem to grow inside your head. How about we dig open your head and see what's inside?"

"No, no, that won't do. If I dig open your head and you end up lying on the ground like them, never getting back up, what am I supposed to do?"

Thinking that he might lose his toy, the Mad Old Man immediately began pacing back and forth in panic.

He paid absolutely no attention to Su Fang, the owner of that head.

Su Fang had no time to care about the benefits he had gained from the soul just now. He watched Old Sun with extreme nervousness.

At the same time, Su Fang recalled the Soul Art he had just obtained.

Soul.

As the name implied, a person's soul was divided into three spiritual souls and seven corporeal souls.

They were part of the soul. And spirit was the reason people could cultivate directly, comprehend the Dao of heaven and earth, and understand mysterious power.

Human souls possessed spirituality, and the Soul Art Su Fang had just comprehended was even more profound and mysterious.

Even Su Fang, who had lived through two lifetimes, had not fully grasped the mysteries of the soul.

[Soul Art]

It was somewhat like Soul Art.

It could absorb spiritual things between heaven and earth to strengthen one's soul, greatly enhancing one's comprehension.

In a sense, if this Soul Art were cultivated to its pinnacle, it might even allow his Max-Level Comprehension to rise another level.

Moreover, after being steeped in all that knowledge about souls, Su Fang also understood why madmen existed.

As far as he knew, the overwhelming majority of madmen shared one trait: their souls had been eroded by foul qi, which affected them.

The spiritual intelligence originally within their souls gradually dissipated, making their actions bizarre and incomprehensible to others.

Thinking of this, Su Fang directly used Soul Art to carefully inspect the Mad Old Man's soul. He wanted to see whether he could awaken the man's spiritual intelligence.

"Old Sun has remained in the Gods and Devils Cemetery for so many years. The endless Yin Qi, Killing Intent, and the power hidden within the Gods and Devils Cemetery have constantly eroded his soul. It is only natural that he became like this!"

But to Su Fang's surprise, when a glimmer of soul radiance flashed through his eyes, the Mad Old Man—who had been acting foolish and playing the fool—seemed to sense something and actually gave him a gentle smile.

In an instant, Su Fang's scalp went numb.

Because not long ago, when Li Junhao died, this old man had smiled in exactly the same way.

"Little Madman, I feel like you've been secretly peeking at me?"

The moment Old Sun finished speaking, he appeared before Su Fang and quietly examined his incomparably clear eyes.

"I think you're truly strange. Not only are you so tender and smooth, but you can also see what lies inside me. Tell me, should I find a pot and boil you?"

Su Fang's eyelids twitched wildly, but he did not dare stop using the power to peer into souls.

Soul.

It was a person's most authentic existence.

Likewise, if one could comprehend even a tiny fraction of it, one could understand more things related to the soul. That was why, after comprehending Soul Art,

Su Fang had been able to comprehend a technique of the soul path so quickly.

"Old Sun, you're overthinking it. I only saw some dirt on your face and was planning to wipe it off for you!"

As Su Fang stalled for time, he continued examining the flaws in Old Sun's soul.

But ignorance was bliss—one look, and Su Fang was thoroughly startled.

Old Sun's soul was covered in blotches, as though someone had struck it all over with an ink-soaked brush.