Xiao Yan gazed at the lone speck of refined light before him, a trace of burning eagerness in his eyes.
A Dou Sheng expert possessed incomparably vast soul power. Even the most ordinary Dou Sheng had soul power far beyond that of an ordinary eighth-tier alchemist. They might not have reached the Heavenly Realm, but their reserves were far greater than those of someone at the peak of the Spirit Realm.
Though the wisp of essence before him was tiny, it was the most fundamental soul power of a Dou Sheng expert.
With that thought, Xiao Yan hesitated no longer. A soul vortex slowly spun between his brows, and the wisp of light flew out of the Fire Lotus, drifting into his forehead like a glowing mayfly.
The instant that glow entered his forehead, incomparably pure soul power flooded directly into his soul.
Though this wisp of soul power seemed faint, its purity was astonishing. In an instant, Xiao Yan's slightly weary soul felt as though it had been immersed in a hot spring.
Soon, the fatigue in his soul vanished, replaced by a profound sense of fullness.
And that was not the end. Nourished by this pure soul essence, Xiao Yan's soul power even slowly grew a little stronger.
At this stage of the Spirit Realm, cultivating the soul was sometimes far harder than cultivating dou qi. Even with Xiao Yan's talent, he had no idea how many decades it would take to cross from the Spirit Realm into the Heavenly Realm. Yet this seemingly feeble wisp of light was worth ten days to half a month of grueling cultivation.
"Hehehe, a Dou Sheng's soul power really is something."
Xiao Yan licked his lips excitedly. After spending two hours restoring his cultivation level to its peak, he slowly opened