Chapter 235: Remnant Soul Heaven Art
"Soul power!"
Lin Feng murmured to himself. To him, the soul was a very ethereal concept—illusory, elusive, and intangible.
Lin Feng had not yet touched upon the level of the soul. His cultivation was not high enough.
"Perhaps you don't even understand what the soul is. Let me put it simply for you: a martial artist's martial soul is actually a form of expression of the soul. Those with strong souls can unleash the full power of their martial soul and wield it most effectively."
"As a martial artist's cultivation increases, their soul also strengthens, and at the same time, their martial soul grows. For example, a martial artist who possesses a sword martial soul—when they are weak, the sword martial soul only grants them a slight boost in swordsmanship and a slightly better comprehension of the sword. But because their own cultivation is weak and their soul is weak, they cannot even unleash the power of the sword martial soul and are unworthy of being called a sword cultivator. A powerful sword cultivator doesn't even need a physical sword; the martial soul itself is the sword, and it is even more at will (sui xin suo yu). Using the martial soul as a sword and comprehending the sword through it is also much faster."
This powerful figure knew he had little time left and was sharing his insights with Lin Feng—his understanding of the martial path.
"Some people have twin martial souls, possessing two kinds of martial souls. Such people are called geniuses. But in reality, if both of their martial souls are ordinary and they don't know how to use them, it amounts to nothing. They are inferior to someone who possesses a single, powerful, and unique martial soul. The reason twin martial soul possessors are called geniuses is that heaven has bestowed upon them an extraordinary soul. Their soul power is stronger than others'. And this strength of soul grants them better comprehension and a brighter future. When they come to comprehend profound meanings, they do so more easily than others, gaining an additional profound meaning along with countless other benefits."
"In short, you must understand that the soul determines a person's future. A strong soul allows one to easily obliterate a cultivator of the same level. For example, a martial technique I taught to the descendants of the Purple Mansion—the Violet Extreme Void Kill—actually uses soul power to control the martial soul, forming an illusory body with the power of void kill, making it impossible to guard against."
"I see." The Violet Extreme Void Kill was a technique that utilized soul power.
The strength of the Purple Shadow wasn't too great—merely at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, just one realm higher than him. Since Purple Shadow could do it, Lin Feng was certain he could too. After all, this powerful figure had said that he valued Lin Feng's soul power, which was much stronger than that of others at the same level.
Just then, this illusory world flickered, becoming blurry for a brief moment before returning to normal.
"It seems my time is running out."
There was a hint of melancholy in the powerful figure's voice. Then he spoke to Lin Feng again: "I won't say much more. In short, remember this: possessing a strong soul allows you to advance your cultivation level faster, utilize your abilities more perfectly, and control your martial soul. It also allows you to manipulate external objects to fight for you. Additionally, strong soul power can help you set up formations, forge divine weapons and tools, and refine pills."
The powerful figure listed many benefits at once, leaving Lin Feng somewhat astonished. These were all the advantages of having a strong soul.
"Next, I will pass on some memories to you. I have split these memories into three segments so that you can better accept and digest them for your own use. The first segment of memories contains some of my deeds, as well as cultivation techniques and martial skills that I consider excellent. I couldn't bear to simply erase them, so I have left them behind. This way, at least someone in this world will know of my existence—I won't have come in vain."
"The second segment of memories contains my insights on formations, alchemy, and artifact forging. I leave these to you as well."
"The third segment of memories is the simplest but also the most important—a method for cultivating the soul. I obtained it by chance, and it made me who I am. This method for cultivating the soul is called the Remnant Soul Heaven Art. By cultivating remnant souls, one achieves a heavenly art. It is because of the Remnant Soul Heaven Art that I was able to preserve this wisp of remnant soul until now. Moreover, I have never passed this Remnant Soul Heaven Art on to anyone else. You must treasure it."
The man's voice grew weaker and weaker. As he finished speaking, this world shattered directly. Then, three beams of light, carrying the radiance of memories, drilled straight into Lin Feng's brow, carving themselves into his mind and imprinting themselves upon his soul.
"Boom!"
Lin Feng felt his mind violently tremble. A tearing pain surged through him, instantly causing cold sweat to break out. Integrating foreign memories into his own mind was an invasion—how could it not be painful?
His head spun wildly. Lin Feng felt a surging tide of memories frantically pouring into his mind, nearly causing it to explode.
What kind of existence was that powerful figure? Even if it was just three wisps of remnant soul memories, they were still immensely powerful, carrying a vast amount of information.
With a resounding explosion in his mind, Lin Feng, like Duan Xinye, directly fainted, lying quietly on the ground, unaware of the passage of time.
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Outside the forbidden ground's gate, the crowd remained silent, waiting. It had been a day since Meng Qing and the others had annihilated the Purple Mansion. Throughout that day, Meng Qing had stood motionless outside the forbidden ground's gate, her white clothes as pure as snow, her sleeves fluttering in the wind. But her body did not move at all, like an ice and snow goddess.
The knights wearing bronze masks also did not leave. They sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting quietly, their bodies barely moving—an eerie stillness.
The crowd had not left either. Some did not want to leave, while others dared not. In any case, whether out of curiosity or fear, everyone beneath the corridor remained there, staring at those statue-like figures.
Their curiosity about Lin Feng grew even stronger. Who exactly was Lin Feng?
Aside from the silence, there was another phenomenon—Meng Qing.
Around her body, a layer of cold ice was swirling, extremely cold—the ultimate cold. This chill seemed to want to expand, but Meng Qing suppressed it, keeping it hovering around her. It condensed into strands of tangible white mist. Just a wisp of this mist spreading out could make one feel as if their body was freezing solid.
No one knew the reason for this, nor did anyone know that at this moment, Meng Qing was being eroded by an intensely powerful cold force—a chill she could not suppress.
When she came to find Lin Feng, it was exactly when the cold within her body was raging. Hearing the Purple Mansion Ancestor say that he had killed Lin Feng, Meng Qing forgot everything in that moment, forgot to suppress the cold within her. She only wanted to kill. She even used that cold force to kill the Purple Mansion Ancestor, which led to a terrible consequence: the cold force erupted. She could no longer suppress it and could only silently endure this icy chill that no one knew about.
Lin Feng, separated from Meng Qing by only a single door, had already awakened. Duan Xinye had also awakened.
At this moment, both of their minds had gained many memories. The memories Duan Xinye gained were a set of sword techniques—a beautiful set of sword techniques, one belonging to a woman. This set of techniques was a fusion of sword cultivation techniques and sword martial skills.
As for Lin Feng's memories, they contained much more information—precisely the three segments of memories the powerful figure had mentioned. Each segment contained an immensely vast amount of information. Lin Feng was continuously digesting them.
Fortunately, the powerful figure had already split the memories into three segments before passing them on, so they did not become chaotic in Lin Feng's mind. They were very clear and easy to organize.
After sitting there for a long time, Lin Feng finally digested these three segments of memories. Opening his eyes, his gaze was very calm.
"Remnant Soul Heaven Art!"
Lin Feng murmured to himself. This Remnant Soul Heaven Art was a specialized method for cultivating the soul, and it took an unorthodox path—it required self-harm, harming one's own soul.
It involved splitting the complete soul using the methods of the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, dividing it into countless wisps of remnant souls. Then, each wisp of remnant soul was cultivated individually, making each one no longer fragile but strong, capable of standing on its own.
When the remnant souls were gathered together again, they would unleash terrifying power. Moreover, even when separated, each wisp of remnant soul could fulfill its own function. If every wisp of remnant soul played a role, then if there were millions of remnant souls, how terrifying would that be?
Self-harm of the soul—splitting one's own soul—how painful would that be? The Remnant Soul Heaven Art was powerful, but it was also too domineering, beyond imagination.
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