Heavenly Constellation Enters the Soul · Shifang Receives a Name

Deep inside the cave, the golden light on the stone walls is several times brighter than that outside.

Nan Feng stood before the stone wall, looking up at the ancient characters carved into the rock. The complete manuals of the 108 Heavenly Constellation and Earthly Fiend Divine Abilities Powers were all engraved here.

Golden light shimmered in his pupils. The Primordial Origin carried by the Earth's soul was activated.

The words were no longer blurry lines, but clear knowledge.

The first line of characters is at the very top of the stone wall, with bold strokes that convey the force of splitting mountains and cleaving peaks.

"Mountain Suppression Art."

The sound echoed through the cave. Golden light spread downwards from the top.

The Primordial World Imprint pulsed violently. With each pulse, a mantra was etched into memory.

The Tower Suppression has cultivated the Mountain Suppression Art. Its suppressive power extends from the physical level to the soul level, permeating all things and capable of suppressing them.

The Tower Realm cultivator mastered the Domain Divine Ability. Within this domain, a self-contained world existed, and the suppression was multiplied.

The Bone Spike were refined into Star-Piercing Form, multiplying their penetrating power and capable of shattering shields and armor.

The Spider Bind evolved into Heavenly Net and Earthly Snare. The spider web's Entanglement evolved into an all-around binding, with the added benefit of devouring.

The Shadow Step technique has evolved into Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, transforming short-distance Teleportation into spatial traversal.

The remnant soul of the Old Huai emerged from the Tower Spirit Space, half of its face pressed against the inside of the tower wall, golden light reflected in its turbid old eyes.

"One hundred and eight chapters, complete and intact." Old Huai's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity. "This is a fragment of the primordial essence scattered after the Primordial World was shattered."

He paused for a moment.

"It records the complete cultivation method of the Heavenly Constellation and Earthly Fiend Divine Abilities. Only your Earthly soul can understand it. Your soul is the largest fragment after the Primordial World was shattered."

Nan Feng did not respond; his consciousness sank into the words.

The Primordial World Imprint is like a ignited star, with golden light spreading outward from the Soul Core, imprinting the incantations one by one into consciousness.

The Mountain Suppression Art, Chapter 1. Domain Divine Ability, Chapter 4. Star-Piercing Form, Chapter 7. Heavenly Net and Earthly Snare, Chapter 19. Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, Chapter 33.

Next are the Mountain and River Seal, the Heaven and Earth Lock, the Nine Nether Step, the Great Void Attraction, the Chaos Bell, and the Primordial World Cauldron.

Nan Feng stood there for a long time. The air surged from the direction of the lava lake, and his body was enveloped in a golden halo, keeping the high temperature outside.

Each time the Primordial World Imprint jumps, a path of operation is fully comprehended.

When he came to his senses, the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent were already coiled at the entrance of the cave, their ten heads lying on the ground. Dark golden flames burned on their scales.

The Nan Feng turns away.

Do you have a name?

The ten heads of the Blazing Sun Serpent raised simultaneously. The one in the very center shook, and its mouth opened.

"Before my master perished, he only called me the cave guardian."

Nan Feng remained silent for a moment, gazing at its enormous body coiled around the lava lake.

"Shifang," said Nan Feng.

The ten heads froze simultaneously. A dark golden flame flickered across the scales.

"You have guarded this place for thirty thousand years, protecting the heritage of the Shifang directions." Nan Feng looked at it, "From today onwards, you will be called Shifang."

Ten heads bowed simultaneously. The dark red flames in the ten pairs of vertical pupils turned golden, just like the light in Nan Feng's pupils.

Dark gold fire patterns began to flow. Gold seeped out from between the scales.

"I thank my master for bestowing this name upon Shifang."

Its body coiled up on the shore of the lava lake, its ten heads lying on the ground.

Nan Feng sat down cross-legged. The complete incantation of the first chapter of the Mountain Suppression Art appeared before him.

He had only scratched the surface of this mantra during the ninety-nine battles in the Slaughter City. Now, with the manual laid out before him, he could see the whole picture.

The Mountain Suppression Art can suppress all things. It uses one's own body as the foundation, Soul Power as the body, and willpower as the top. The suppressive power extends from the physical body to the Soul Power, and then touches the soul.

The first Form Suppression, the second the Soul Suppression, and the third the Dao Suppression. When these three layers are complete, a single Tower Suppression ten thousand mountains.

He was at the peak of the first Form Suppression, and had just touched the threshold of the second level of the Soul Suppression.

The liquid Primordial World Power circulates along a completely new route. Starting from the dantian, it travels through the spine, straight up to the Baihui point, and then flows into the limbs and bones.

With each cycle, body density increases.

Then comes Shrinking the Ground to an Inch.

This was the second piece he practiced. Profound words arranged themselves into paths within his soul.

The method of Shrinking the Ground to an Inch to guide qi is different from the Mountain Suppression Art. The Mountain Suppression Art follows a steady and heavy approach, while the method of Shrinking the Ground to an Inch is light to the point of being almost non-existent. The Primordial World Power condenses into a point in the meridians and then explodes in an instant, projecting the body from one coordinate to another.

Distance depends on Soul Power reserves and physical strength.

He closed his eyes.

On the first day, the operational route of the first level of the Mountain Suppression Art was completely solidified. The Primordial World Power was further compressed.

He had initially mastered the Qi-guiding technique of Shrinking the Ground to an Inch. He got up and tried it three times, each time leaving an afterimage on the stone ridge while his real body appeared three zhang away.

The next day, the Shifang Disc stood at the cave entrance, its dark golden flames burning quietly. The Mountain Suppression Art, Soul Suppression, was outlined on the surface of the soul.

The dark red burn marks were erased inch by inch by the golden light, and the soul burns disappeared.

On the third day, the second level of the Shrinking the Ground to an Inch route was opened. He dodged ten times in a row on the stone ridge, and ten afterimages appeared at ten different locations at the same time.

It's almost twice as fast as Shadow Step. For the same distance, it consumes less than 30% of Shadow Step's power.

On the fourth day, the first level of the Mountain Suppression Art was completely completed. When he activated the Mountain Suppression Art, he began to release a force field, causing the rocks within a five-step radius to sink.

The rubble at the cave entrance shattered at the edge of the force field, turning into sand and gravel.

On the fifth and sixth days, Nan Feng repeatedly circulated the two supernatural texts, mastering the Qi-guiding method from a thorough understanding to an instinctive skill.

The suppressive power of the Mountain Suppression Art can be activated instantly during battle without prior charging. The Shrinking the Ground to an Inch can be used three times in a row without causing soreness in the meridians.

His Soul Power did not increase; it remained at level 30, but his actual combat ability far exceeded this level.

On the seventh day, he opened his eyes.

A golden glint flashed in his pupils.

Within the Tower Spirit Space, nearly half of the Old Huai's remnant soul became clearer, and a complete smile appeared on half of its face. The azure-gold Power of Creation was several times stronger. The flow of time stabilized at 1.2:1.

"The two divine abilities have been initially mastered." Old Huai's voice couldn't contain his excitement. "The first Mountain Suppression Art- Form Suppression Technique, Shrinking the Ground to an Inch is mastered. If you were to throw a punch now, no one below the Titled Douluo level could stop you."

Nan Feng stood up and stretched. Seven days of seclusion had made his bones crack and his meridians overflow with Primordial World Power.

He raised his hand and activated the Mountain Suppression Art, a layer of golden light membrane condensing in his palm. The suppressing power was nearly five times stronger than the previous Tower Suppression.

"This is a divine power," Nan Feng said, looking at his palm. "An evolved version of Soul Skill."

He turned to look at Shifang. Ten heads raised simultaneously, ten pairs of golden vertical pupils staring at him.

"I'm leaving," Nan Feng said. "The end of Hell Road is the exit, right?"

The Shifang heads of Shifang lowered. The snake's mouth of the head in the very center opened slightly.

"Master, the exit of Hell Road is across from the lava lake. Someone is waiting for you outside."

The Nan Feng turned away.

"Who."

"A person whose soul bears a dark gold mark." The gold in Shifang's ten vertical pupils deepened. "He guarded the exit for seven days. Like you, he carries the aura of Primordial World."

Shifang paused for a moment.

"But unlike you, his breathing is erratic."

The shared aura within the Tower Master's inscription on the stone wall. The gaze fixed from the shadows of the stands. The dark golden light on the third underground level.

The Tower Master was waiting for him at the exit of Hell Road.

Nan Feng glanced at the red hair ribbon on her left wrist; the knot gleamed dark red in the dark golden firelight.

He strode toward the lava lake.

The Shifang heads coiled at the cave entrance, turning in the direction he had left. A buzzing sound emanated from the snake's mouth.

Nan Feng walked along the stone ridge and came to the stone wall at the end of the cave. There was a crack there, and golden light shone through it.

He slipped sideways into the crevice. The scorching heat behind him receded.

At the end of the crack was an upward passage, with dark green light shining through it.

He stepped out of the passage and stood on the ground of the Slaughter City. The air was thick with the smell of blood and rust.

Unlike seven days ago, there is now a line of text on the rock wall at the exit of the passage.

New engravings. The strokes are deep, as if repeatedly drawn with the tip of a knife. The characters are thin, with the strokes hooking to the left at the end. Just like the engravings of the Tower Master on the stone wall.

It read, "At the end of the Hell Road, I'll be waiting for you."

Nan Feng stood before the words. The red ribbon on his left wrist fluttered in the lamplight. He reached out and touched the words, a Primordial World energy emanating from his fingertips, and their shared origins resonated.

He looked up into the darkness where the light couldn't reach.

There, a golden light flickered. It shared the same origin as the carvings on the stone wall, the Tower Spirit Fragment, and the Primordial World Imprint within his soul.

That person is still here.

Nan Feng withdrew his hand and walked towards the golden light. The stone slabs were wet, slippery, and cold.

He took three steps, then stopped.

"Shifang."

A buzzing sound came from behind. The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent responded from the depths of the passage, its ten heads falling to the ground.

Nan Feng walked forward, his figure disappearing into the darkness. The golden light shone ahead.