Apart from a handful of instruments, only "souls" could see souls.
Thus, of everyone present, only Zhong Yunlong saw the tiny soul clone by letting his soul slip slightly out of his body.
However, everyone could see the wisp of lightning coiled around the clone.
He could not help smiling wryly. "You're too modest. A soul that can move around under the cabin lights is clearly already a Yang God. And that purple lightning may be the pinnacle of a particular path. Barring any surprises, it should be the pinnacle of burning anger."
"Alas, if you'd returned sooner, I wouldn't have needed Sun True Fire to endure the agony of Lighting the Heavenly Lantern... I might not succeed if I had to do it again."
Zhang Ming genuinely admired people who could forge a path through sheer determination. "Not necessarily, Mr. Zhong. If you hadn't tried, no one in the world would know this path existed."
"As for your claim that my lightning represents the pinnacle of a particular path, that isn't accurate either. It's merely the pinnacle of an innate talent. There must be abilities in this world stronger than innate talents. We simply don't know how to uncover them."
"Are there any further stages beyond the Yang God?"
"Of course there are," Zhong Yunlong said. "According to the Daoist classics: matter divides into five elements, spirits divide into five kinds, the elixir is born within, and immortals and Buddhas have no sect-Yin God, Yang God, Primordial Spirit, Jade Spirit, and Sage Spirit."
"But no one truly knows how to cultivate the Primordial Spirit beyond the Yang God. I suspect it's merely an invented term. Or perhaps information was mapped here from another world domain, and it's no longer possible to achieve it in ours."
Zhang Ming could not