While everyone was still processing this information, footsteps came from the side corridor.
Hun Qianling bypassed the side hall's porch and entered the main hall. Her gaze swept over the familiar faces in the hall before finally settling on Han Xuanji.
Today she wore an elegant long dress, with only a simple jade hairpin in her hair, giving her a more composed and capable air than when she was in Thousand Souls City.
During this time, she assisted Han Xuanji in managing various affairs in Nine Mysteries City, and her reputation soared. She was no longer the young lady from the Soul Household she once was.
" Qianling, you've come at the perfect time."
Han Xuanji beckoned to her, signaling her to come over, then turned to the crowd.
"This is Hun Qianling. She will help you settle in. If you need anything, just ask her."
He paused, then casually added:
"By the way, if you reach the Eternal Dao Master, you can change your Cultivation Method. Not to mention, I have quite a few Cultivation Method that lead to the Sage Realm Stage."
"Thank you, Master."
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
Everyone said in unison.
Hun Qianling nodded, her gaze sweeping over everyone, before she introduced herself in a confident and open manner:
You should recognize me too.
" Soul Ancestor?"
The Dragon Ancestor blurted out, his voice tinged with surprise, before suddenly realizing what he meant.
He remembered that the Soul Ancestor was also Hun Qianling, who traveled alone in the Chaos.
He had tried to find out Hun Qianling's origins more than once, but each time he returned empty-handed, as if this person had appeared out of thin air in the Chaos.
Moreover, after Han Xuanji transcended, the Soul Ancestor also disappeared without a trace, and he thought something had happened.
I see.
Star Ancestor's eyes widened, as if he had finally figured something out, and he murmured:
"You... you were originally from the Eternal Continent?"
Hun Qianling nodded:
"Back then, due to some unforeseen circumstances, we ended up in this Primal Chaos place."
Han Xuanji also chimed in:
"I dared to transcend back then, thanks in large part to Fellow Qianling; otherwise, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly."
No wonder.
Many of the doubts in the Dragon Ancestor's mind suddenly became clear at this moment.
No wonder the Soul Ancestor didn't care much about the so-called secret of transcendence, only occasionally venturing into dangerous places to explore.
He had initially thought the other person had some secret, but now it seemed...
They don't care at all. Transcendence is the ultimate pursuit for cultivators in Chaos, but for those who originally came from the Eternal Continent, transcendence is just going home.
Thinking of this, the Dragon Ancestor couldn't help but smile bitterly. Then he remembered that he had once thought of trying to win over the Soul Ancestor to fight against Han Xuanji, and he immediately felt that he was ridiculously naive back then.
However, upon further reflection, he wondered, what exactly was the relationship between the Soul Ancestor and Han Xuanji?
The two returned to the Eternal Continent one after the other, and Han Xuanji now entrusted her with settling them in. This level of trust was clearly beyond what ordinary friends could explain.
But he didn't delve into it further; some things are better left unasked.
Han Xuanji indeed didn't offer any further explanation.
After the murmurs subsided slightly, he gave his final instructions:
"From today onwards, you may cultivate in the Dustless Palace. The palace has a Daoist temple, Alchemy Chamber, a weapon-making room, and other facilities. If you need any resources, you can directly apply to Qianling."
If anyone wants to venture out into the world, I won't stop them.
The Eternal Continent is vast and boundless, with various forces deeply intertwined, presenting both opportunities and dangers. You must weigh the pros and cons yourselves.
Han Xuanji's gaze slowly swept over everyone, and every word he uttered was clearly heard by them.
Han Xuanji didn't elaborate further on the rest.
The people present were all much older than him, people who had lived for countless years, and they knew their place.
Everyone responded in unison, without asking any further questions or vying to show their loyalty.
Just as Han Xuanji thought, everyone here has lived for countless years, seen all sorts of situations, and knows all sorts of rules.
Everyone knows what to do.
Han Xuanji did not force anyone to pledge allegiance to him.
For him, his own strength is the key.
Han Xuanji nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the Seclusion Chamber at the back of the hall.
Soon, his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, the door slid open silently and closed silently, shutting out all the noise.
The hall fell silent once more.
Hun Qianling turned to face the crowd, a polite smile on her face, and began to arrange their respective residences one by one.
Han Xuanji sat cross-legged on the futon in the meditation room, casually placing his hands on his knees, and slowly closed his eyes.
That concludes the task of settling everyone in.
He had no intention of going out to reminisce with old friends, nor did he stay to connect with his disciples.
It's not that we don't cherish the past, but rather that there's no need to.
It's better to improve your strength than to win people's hearts.
On this Eternal Continent, the higher one's cultivation level, the heavier one's words become.
For him, it was better to spend his time on spiritual practice than to bother managing those uncontrollable interpersonal relationships.
Han Xuanji calmed his mind, touched the system with his consciousness, and a thought struck him:
"Receive the entry [ Saint Soul Physique ]."
In an instant, an immense force exploded from the deepest part of his mind.
That's not Spiritual Qi, but a more primal and purer power.
It was as if something had been torn from the very core of his soul, and a power that had been dormant for who knows how long was awakened at this moment.
Han Xuanji's body tensed abruptly, her fingers instinctively gripping the fabric at her knees until her knuckles turned white.
It hurt, but not a tearing pain; rather, it was a throbbing pain as if scorching light were penetrating my entire body.
That power erupted from the volcano deep within his body, surging into his soul, his flesh and blood, into every Root Bone, every meridian, and every cell like lava.
At the same time, he felt his soul being tempered in an almost violent way.
The once clear boundary between the soul and the body gradually blurred under the impact of this force.
The soul and the body are perfectly integrated.
This is not an empty description, but a real transformation that has taken place.
Every drop of blood carries the will of the soul, and every Root Bone is engraved with the mark of the true spirit.
From then on, even if his physical body was crushed into dust, as long as his soul Imperishable, his physical body could regenerate from his soul, and vice versa. Even if his soul was scattered, as long as there was a drop of blood left, his soul could be reconstituted from his flesh and blood.
Han Xuanji remained clear-headed throughout, and he clearly sensed that the strength of his soul and physical body began to surge at this moment.
Having a soul strength ten times that of cultivators at the same level is no joke. Even though his own soul and physical aptitude far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators, this improvement was still significant for him.
Moreover, from this moment on, the mind-refining sounds and bewitching illusions used by those below the level of Sage will have no effect on him.
It's not resistance, it's not resolution, it's immunity.
Below the Saint Realm, all attacks targeting the soul are completely ineffective against him.