The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

For cultivators at the Qi Refining stage, unless they encounter an extraordinary opportunity, it is absolutely impossible for them to comprehend supernatural powers.

Just as Su Chen was thinking this,

As the Daoist arts lead the soul away from the body and the spirit to communicate with the divine, it transforms into supernatural powers.

From the supernatural power of the Soul-Separating Wind, Su Chen sensed something and gradually gained some insights.

Soon, another notification sound rang in his ears.

[You possess extraordinary comprehension. Within the realm of the supernatural power of the Soul-Separating Pure Wind, you have grasped a glimpse of the profound mysteries of the Wind Dao Fruit, and you have become a Wind Guide.]

[Gained the position of Leader, Comprehension +1132]

[Innate Talent & Comprehension: 13157 (Sage and Worthy, Unparalleled Throughout History)]

"Troublemaker?"

"His comprehension has even increased by 1132 points?"

After Su Chen regained consciousness, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

suddenly!

At this moment!

Somewhere in the darkness, a place seemed to be drawing him in, wanting to pull his soul and consciousness into it.

"What is this?"

Su Chen hesitated for a moment, but did not stop him.

Soon, his vision went dark, and he arrived at a mysterious place.

It was pitch black all around.

That kind of blackness wasn't the gloom of night, but a kind of stagnant nothingness, with no sky and no earth, as if all directions had lost their meaning.

To his right, a row of ancient chairs stood upright.

These chairs are tall and heavy, standing silently in the darkness, without any support, yet they exist steadily, stretching as far as the eye can see, as if they have existed here since time immemorial.

"Where is this?"

Su Chen's eyes showed surprise.

After regaining his senses, he noticed that he was also sitting in an old chair.

The chair felt cold and real to the touch, as if it were not an illusion.

The chair has a simple and dignified shape, with rough lines and sharp edges, exuding an indescribable sense of vicissitude, as if it has experienced the erosion of endless years.

The chair back is so high that it's almost like a standing stone wall.

Its surface is covered with mottled marks, as if it has been repeatedly polished by wind and sand, or as if it has been imbued with the breath of countless years, making it appear ancient and heavy.

What kind of place is this dark environment?

And who are these seats?

With this in mind, he carefully examined the seats.

Each seat exudes an ancient atmosphere, with various wind shapes carved on them.

Meanwhile, on these ancient seats, sat ethereal figures.

These illusory figures have somewhat blurry faces and shapes; you can only see their general outlines, but you can't make out their specific appearances.

However, judging from their Taoist robes, they all seem to be cultivators.

Just as he was examining these ancient chairs...

At that moment, the figure in the seat next to him, which had been somewhat faint, suddenly changed.

The figure was dressed in a feathered Taoist robe, which was loose and had sleeves that hung down, giving it a light and ancient feel.

At first, the illusory image was like condensed fog, and only its outline could be barely seen. But in the next instant, the illusory image quickly solidified, becoming clear from its hazy state.

However, his facial features were still veiled in a thin mist, making them difficult to see clearly.

soon.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a slightly blurred face appeared in his sight.

Looking at the Taoist priest, a thought suddenly popped into Su Chen's mind.

An offender?

He had a series of guesses about his current situation.

"I should be a whistleblower now..."

This "wind guide" is a position or divine office that one attains upon reaching a certain stage in one's spiritual practice.

Does this represent the degree of control over the Wind Path Fruit?

Without much thought, one can tell from the title "Wind Guide" that this Wind Guide must be the lowest level official.

"So, there are still positions above that?"

Su Chen's gaze narrowed slightly.

The thought had just arisen.

Suddenly, there was a slight tremor in the darkness above.

Above him, from the darkness, a series of incredibly mysterious wind staircases rapidly appeared.

The steps are made up of countless fine winds and wind patterns, seemingly not a solid entity, layer upon layer, extending upwards.

Each step of the stairs is swirling with wind in different forms.

Yin wind, gale, heavenly wind...

The stairs lead all the way up.

The higher you go, the more complex the wind patterns become, and the heavier the wind pressure becomes.

It was as if this was not a staircase, but a path leading to the Wind Path Fruit!

Chapter 88 The Wind Master and the Golden Core True Monarch

At the very top of the Wind Staircase, darkness slowly dissipated, revealing rows of even more ancient and mysterious seats.

There were far fewer seats, and the building was even taller than the seats below, with more mysterious carved patterns.

Looking into the distance.

One can then feel an indescribable sense of majesty.

Just from these observations, one can tell that the people in those seats are far more powerful than mere officials; they likely hold even higher positions!

In a flash, a job title came to mind.

"Wind Master?"

Su Chen murmured.

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest who had just solidified heard his murmur.

Looking at the young man sitting in the chair, dressed in moon-white robes, who appeared to be a teenager, Hua Jun's eyes revealed a strange look.

"I never imagined that at such a young age, you would have already comprehended the divine power of wind, begun to study it, and even ventured into the path of Dao Fruition?"

Hua Jun asked the questions while secretly being shocked.

He clearly sensed that the white-robed youth's aura was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

He comprehended supernatural powers in the early stages of Foundation Establishment?

This……

A look of fear and jealousy flashed in Hua Jun's eyes.

You must know, he only comprehended this divine power when he reached the completion of Foundation Establishment, becoming a Wind Guide. This person...

Hearing the boy murmur the words "Palm Wind Master," Hua Jun couldn't help but shake his head.

"Young friend, you still need to calm down. This skill of mastering the wind is not something that can be achieved casually!"

"Only by comprehending supernatural powers to a certain level, and by using those powers to also comprehend the corresponding path to a certain depth, can one set foot on it!"

"Wind Master, Wind Master... The Wind Master has already gained some control over the Wind Dao Fruit. Only then can he use it to condense the prototype of the Wind Dao Fruit, and then use it to become a Golden Core True Monarch!"

At this point, Hua Jun's eyes were filled with longing and resentment.

It took him nearly a century to become a Wind Guide, and now he is almost three hundred years old, with only a few decades left to live.

He had absolutely no confidence in becoming a Wind Master and condensing the rudimentary form of the Wind Dao Fruit.

Looking at the boy beside him, a hint of jealousy unconsciously crept into his eyes.

Su Chen glanced at him, vaguely noticing his emotions, but simply ignored it.

He was somewhat surprised. "So, as long as one comprehends supernatural powers to a certain degree, one can become a Wind Master?"

Upon hearing this,

Hua Jun couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, "Hahaha, young friend, you're too naive. It's not that easy. Even if you have enough comprehension, those guys up there won't let you become a Wind Master so easily!"

As they were talking, Hua Jun's eyes twitched slightly, sensing something, and he glanced to the side.

Seemingly sensing the appearance of a new Wind Guide, the illusory figures on some seats nearby began to solidify rapidly.

One by one, the illusory figures of men and women with different shapes gradually became clear.

Their faces were slightly blurry, but they could still be roughly made out.

There were women dressed in blue robes, exuding a fierce aura and with sharp eyes like autumn water, as well as tall middle-aged men.

A young girl with long, ink-black hair, and an old man with white hair...

The only thing they had in common was the aura emanating from them, which was almost identical to that of someone who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage!

There are only a few exceptions, but even these few have the cultivation level of the late Foundation Establishment stage, very close to the completion of Foundation Establishment.

Su Chen, sitting in the last seat, suddenly seemed quite out of place.

At this moment.

The figures sitting in their chairs all looked towards him not far away.

Some gazes were scrutinizing, some were hostile and provocative, while a few were friendly.

"Unexpectedly, another young official has appeared..."

A fellow Daoist in blue robes said in a low voice, his tone filled with surprise.

"This fellow Daoist is quite young, and seems to have remarkable talent."

At this moment, a woman dressed in red, not far away, heard this, snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes, and mocked,

"Ha, so what if you have exceptional talent? There are already enough Wind Guides. It won't be easy to be promoted to Wind Master!"

"With those guys blocking your way, it's not like you can become a Wind Master just because you're talented enough!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Su Chen's eyes revealed a thoughtful expression.

He had seen from the Chronicles of True Lord Huoyun in the Scripture Pavilion that many people would obstruct this matter, and he had also heard such words from the mouths of these Foundation Establishment cultivators.

What exactly is going on?

Su Chen's gaze involuntarily turned upwards, looking at the seats atop the steps.

Try it and you'll find out what's going on!

With this thought in mind, amidst the astonished gazes of Hua Jun and the others, he slowly stood up from his seat and stepped onto the Wind Stairs in front of him.

In an instant, Su Chen felt a heavy pressure.

The wind suddenly rose in his ears, howling incessantly. Countless gusts of wind intertwined and pressed down on him in layers, as if trying to force him back to his original position and press him back into that inconspicuous seat.

However, just as this pressure descended, his extraordinary understanding, akin to that of a sage, also began to unfold.

The thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

A series of insights about the wind quickly surfaced in his mind.