Xun Er Captured

These ancient books from the Four Great Holy Lands all recorded methods of soul cultivation. Though they were not cultivation arts, they compiled the experiences of predecessors, spanning ancient and modern times with records dating back hundreds of thousands of years.

Of course, these were not the original ancient books, but copied editions. Their contents were identical.

Chen Mo flipped through them one by one, even summoning his Soul Body. He had now reached the peak of the Heaven Realm. Although he could not summon a clone with strength equal to his true body like those in the Emperor Realm, he could still do this much.

His Soul Body and true body reviewed and summarized the books simultaneously.

The ancient books of the Four Great Holy Lands also contained the experiences and insights of experts in the Divine Realm regarding their own Dao arts.

Now, Chen Mo drew upon their strengths, silently deducing his own path—a path to the Soul Emperor Realm. Or perhaps it was not the Emperor Realm at all, but a path beyond the peak of the Heaven Realm.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

One month.

Two months.

Three months.

The Secret Chamber where Chen Mo stayed had become covered in densely packed sheets of paper. Once his mind settled, with the help of the Chaos Meditation Art, he felt himself entering an unfamiliar world.

Unfortunately, a curtain of light shrouded it, directly blocking most of his vision. Only a portion of fluorescent light spilled out.

And within that fluorescent light—

There were all sorts of things.

They were images.

And Chen Mo was extremely familiar with these images.

They were the path his soul had traveled, from nothing to where it was now.

They were his soul realms.

And behind those fluorescent lights was an