Ten Thousand Transformations Source-Dividing Art

The next moment, his head ached faintly as an immense surge of spiritual energy emerged, connecting with his mind.

Balls of light instantly appeared before Xiao Yuan's eyes, each about the size of a thumb and glowing in a different color. A brief probe revealed that every ball contained a cultivation method—or rather, a Dou Technique.

He reached out and caught two blue balls of light speeding through the air.

The instant his fingertips touched them, the balls dissolved into scattered particles of light. Immediately afterward, information about two cultivation methods surfaced in his mind.

[Mountain-Breaking Canon, Mortal Tier High-Grade Cultivation Method Spirit Art]

[Stone Shattering Fist, Mortal Tier Low-Grade Attack Spirit Art]

The precautions for cultivating them and diagrams of the acupuncture points they passed through appeared in his mind. There were even animated demonstrations of how to practice the methods.

"It's this comprehensive?"

Xiao Yuan was briefly taken aback, then looked at the balls of light still racing through the air. Most were blue, while purple ones were rarer. Several golden balls were mixed among them, trying to evade his gaze.

Counting the scattered balls of light, there were no fewer than a hundred thousand. In this pitch-black world, they shone as brilliantly as stars in the sky.

"If blue represents the Mortal Tier Spirit Art, then what about purple...?"

With that, he stamped his right foot hard against the ground and used the rebound through his leg to launch himself upward.

As he drew close, his right hand shot out like a venomous snake darting from its den, seizing a ball of light surrounded by a pale purple halo with pinpoint accuracy.

The moment his fingertips made contact, the purple ball seemed to sense danger, and its speed abruptly surged. It thrashed wildly in Xiao Yuan's palm, as though trying to escape.

Even after Xiao Yuan landed back on the ground, the purple ball in his palm had yet to stop.

"Why does this thing seem sentient? It's actually trying to run."

Xiao Yuan raised his brows slightly, his heart brimming with amazement. He tightened his grip on the ball of light.

After repeated, fruitless struggles, it seemed to accept its fate. The purple sphere trembled gently, the purple radiance around its surface spreading outward in rings before bursting into countless flecks of purple light that streamed into the space between his brows.

[True Exposition of Burning Thunder: Spirit Tier Mid-Grade Cultivation Method Spirit Art]

"So that's how it works..."

After absorbing the information in his mind, Xiao Yuan's expression lit with understanding.

"The blue ones are Mortal Tier Spirit Arts, and the purple ones are spirit tier Spirit Arts."

"Following that pattern, the golden ones should be Divine Tier Spirit Arts."

At that thought, Xiao Yuan's gaze suddenly burned with eagerness.

Divine Tier Spirit Arts! Those were powerful techniques that could remain useful at least until the Earthly Sovereign level. In terms of the Dou Qi Continent, that meant a realm beyond Dou Di.

"Divine Tier Spirit Arts aren't something I can use yet. For now, I should find a cultivation method that suits me and raise my cultivation as quickly as possible."

After weighing his options briefly, Xiao Yuan resumed his search for a cultivation method. This time, he had a clear target, reaching straight for the purple balls of light in the air.

The purple balls were extremely fast. Under ordinary circumstances, Xiao Yuan's strength as a newly advanced Dou Zhe would never have been enough to catch them.

But this place was, after all, the Soul Sea within Xiao Yuan's body. No matter how the balls moved, they could not escape his perception.

He calculated the trajectory of the balls before him and gathered strength in both legs, pushing his speed to its limit. His figure vanished from the spot like a wisp of spring breeze.

Xiao Yuan appeared in midair and reached ahead of the balls' escape routes, grabbing at them.

Three purple balls that failed to flee in time were instantly caught in his palm.

[Spirit Dragon Method, Spirit Tier Low-Grade Spirit Art]

[Kui Wood Art, Spirit Tier High-Grade Spirit Art]

[Hundred Swords Spirit Art, Spirit Tier Low-Grade Spirit Art]

Xiao Yuan lowered his head and scanned the information on the three cultivation methods. With a slight frown, he turned away and tossed all three purple balls back, releasing them.

All three cultivation methods were of excellent grades. In terms of quality, spirit tier Spirit Arts were already comparable to Earth Tier Cultivation Methods on the Dou Qi Continent.

But their attributes did not suit him.

Xiao Yuan shook his head and turned to catch more balls. He was not worried that the cultivation methods within them would disappear after he caught them once.

These spheres were essentially visible vessels for the cultivation methods. As long as the methods within remained, no matter how many times he caught the spheres, they would reappear the next time he entered the Legacy Space.

Ten minutes earlier...

Within the Xiao Clan estate stood a room furnished with antique elegance. Its decor was simple, and pale curtains hung half-drawn.

A jade comb and delicate jade ornaments lay scattered across the dressing table. Every detail was refined and graceful, carrying the gentle atmosphere unique to a woman's chambers. Though hardly extravagant, the room hinted at an extraordinary nobility.

"My lady."

A shadowy figure in black robes abruptly appeared in the room and bowed slightly toward the graceful silhouette behind the screen.

"I've confirmed it. The aura just now came from Young Master Xiao Yuan's room."

The shadowy figure spoke in a hoarse voice, keeping it extremely low for fear that even a trace might carry outside.

"He just broke through to Dou Zhe and seems to have inadvertently awakened the bloodline within him."

Behind the screen, the graceful figure stood quietly. Through the hazy wooden lattice and gauze, only a soft outline could be seen. A faint fragrance drifted slowly through the room.

"Xiao Yuan...?"

The figure behind the screen paused, her slender fingers resting lightly on its edge.

Xiao Xun'er fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly, her clear voice carrying a gentle composure beyond that of a young girl.

"If I remember correctly, he's the child Uncle Xiao brought back from outside a few years ago, isn't he?"

"Yes."

Ling Yin lowered his head and answered softly, his tone respectful and certain.

"He was an abandoned infant Xiao Zhan found in the ruins of Chen Family Village nine years ago. Taking pity on him, Xiao Zhan brought him back to the Xiao Clan, adopted him, and named him Xiao Yuan."

The room fell quiet for a moment. Faint light from the window fell across the screen's wood grain, the light and shadows swaying gently.

Xiao Xun'er's fingertips curled slightly. She looked toward Xiao Yuan's residence, a trace of confusion flickering in her eyes.

"An abandoned infant picked up from the ruins reached the Dou Zhe realm at nine without relying on any resources—and he even possesses a dou di bloodline?!"

Even Xiao Xun'er could scarcely believe the words as she spoke them.

An orphan's talent actually surpassed hers, the cherished young lady of the Gu Clan. She was already fifteen, yet her cultivation was only at ninth stage dou qi.

Moreover, there was something else she did not dare say. Judging by the bloodline aura that had leaked out earlier, she could sense that this boy's bloodline grade was probably no lower than her own.

"My lady, should we notify the clan elders and have them bring him back? A nine-year-old Dou Zhe with a dou di bloodline would, with a little nurturing, become at least a high-level Dou Zun in the future."

Seeing Xiao Xun'er remain silent, Ling Yin could not help anxiously offering the suggestion.