After thinking of Strategist Ji, many of Li Yan's dust-sealed memories surged back into his mind.
By now, he no longer hated Strategist Ji as much as before. Though the man had harmed him, it was also because of him that Li Yan had stepped through the gates of immortal cultivation.
Li Yan no longer avoided thinking about the path of immortal cultivation with all his might as he had in the past. Now, however, it filled him with doubt and confusion.
He felt that some answers might only be known by those ants scattered across the continents, searching everywhere for immortals.
Originally, Li Yan had planned to return from the Wind God Continent and, with his late Nascent Soul cultivation, try once more to sneak into the depths of that pool to investigate. Yet he had ascended for no reason at all, and his plans had turned into bubbles.
Now that all these matters had become tangled together, the only clue in Li Yan's hands was the "underground long corridor" that had appeared here.
Thus, Li Yan could only painstakingly review every related thing from the past. Yet even after more than an hour, he still could not sort out many clues.
Later, Li Yan even took out that broken clay jar. This thing was certainly connected to the Soul Prison Clan.
Li Yan could not yet be called a true master of Soul Cultivator methods, but compared to before, his understanding of soul power was no longer something that could be mentioned in the same breath.
After taking out the broken clay jar, he first examined it carefully. There was still only that faint wisp of soul power inside, while everything else remained like a dead object.
Then, after suspending the broken clay jar in the air before