Transmigrating to the Qi Cultivation Path, I became an outdated Foundation Establishment cultivator.

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【Soul Imprint Technique (Mastery): 400/40】

(Total cultivation time: 2 years, 11 months and 22 days)

I was unable to advance further with this method because my spiritual strength was insufficient. But if we really get to the bottom of it, whether it's the "Net of Divine Essence" or the "Scattered Stars," their root lies in the "Thousand Stars of Soul Transformation" that I comprehended while cultivating this method.

But who knows if, after raising it to the Great Perfection, it can go even further, and what surprises it might bring?

With his current spiritual strength, he could naturally advance further in the Soul Imprint Technique. Immediately, he began to devote time to general cultivation.

With your powerful divine sense at the Pseudo-Core Realm, you re-examine this soul technique that originated from the demonic path.

The bottleneck that once stood in your way is now easily broken, and the "Soul Imprint Technique" has successfully entered the realm of perfection.

You have finally come into contact with the final soul imprint recorded in this secret technique: the Primordial Soul Imprint.

After more than a year of arduous training, you have mastered the Yuanhun Seal, and the Soul Seal Technique has reached its peak, so you cannot advance any further.

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He Sheng slowly opened his eyes, a dark red light flashing briefly before returning to his normal pupil color.

He glanced down at the clock.

【Soul Imprint Technique (Perfect): 500/500】

(Total cultivation time: 4 years, 5 month and 4 days)

There were no surprises, though; this secret technique was also a death technique, and there was no way to advance it further.

However, this Yuan Soul Seal...

The Yuanhun Seal, as the most treasured seal technique in the Soul Seal Technique, is still somewhat profound and obscure.

Its crafting process is quite complicated. It requires a powerful divine soul as the material, which is condensed into a seal and then completely refined using one's own life essence and a wisp of divine spirit.

It will take more than a month to refine a single Yuanhun Seal.

The effects of this Yuanhun Seal are quite unorthodox; it grants the holder a kind of spiritual hearing, allowing them to hear the whispers of souls that remain in the world, things that ordinary cultivators cannot hear.

This effect has both positive and negative aspects.

After all, the whispers of spirits are quite eerie. If you are in a meditative state and a strange voice suddenly rings out in your mind, it might cause problems with your cultivation.

But you might also hear some useful information.

The more Yuan Soul Seals one refines, the stronger one's spiritual hearing will be, and the clearer the sounds one can hear will be.

It seems a bit of a waste of money.

He Sheng shook his head, not very interested in the effects of the Yuanhun Seal, only feeling that he could try it out when he had free time in the future.

Finally, among all the information obtained from the East Garden Trial Tower, the most important was the information about the Fruit of Heaven and Earth.

Although he did not obtain the cultivation method of the so-called Heaven and Earth Harmony Fruit, he memorized all the twelve primordial energies and related supernatural powers recorded on the stone tablet.

Given my current situation, if I were to obtain the cultivation method of the Heaven and Earth Fruit in the future, I would inevitably cultivate the [Spiritual Subtle True Essence] divine power seed in the "Shangqing Creation Spiritual True Essence" path.

Now that I have completed [Weird Ripple], among the other three nascent supernatural abilities involved in the supernatural seed, [Original Power] is waiting for Changming to grow. In the future, it can be cultivated using the "Ten Thousand Demons Jointly Participate in the Transformation of Godhood Technique".

As a magical artifact, [Spiritual Essence] is currently tied up with orders from the Moonlit Clouds Sect, so there isn't much time to cultivate it. However, it can be used to stockpile the spiritual materials needed for cultivation.

As for the rudimentary form of the "True Nature" supernatural power, it is unknown where to find it.

He Sheng immediately thought of the supernatural power inheritance in the secret pavilion of the Yuanxia Immortal City Lord's Mansion.

The search for the method of refining supernatural abilities is like finding a needle in a haystack. If the secret pavilion of the Immortal City does not have the inheritance of such supernatural abilities, then we can only look to the secret realm of the East Garden Trial Tower to see if there is a corresponding inheritance of supernatural abilities.

If that still doesn't work, I'm afraid we'll have to look for a solution from the Moonlit Clouds Sect.

Although this matter was quite difficult, He Sheng remained patient. After all, he had now become a pseudo-core cultivator and still had three hundred years of lifespan left, so there was no need to rush.

After sorting through all the spoils, He Sheng calmed his mind and took a good rest.

During this time, He Ziyang did not return, presumably because he was afraid of disturbing He Sheng.

After a period of meditation, He Sheng felt that his condition had reached its peak, and it was already the morning of the next day.

That day, following Lin Wanrou's memory, I searched Changyang Mountain but did not find any clues about the Tianhe Sect's secret realm.

Now that I have achieved the nascent stage of the Core Formation, my spiritual sense has greatly improved, and I have also cultivated the rudimentary form of the [Slight Ripple] supernatural power. But I wonder if I can find any clues?

With a thought, He Sheng activated the [Slight Ripple] to empower his divine sense, which immediately poured out.

The entire Changyang Mountain was enveloped by He Sheng's divine sense. Every inch of rock, every branch of the spiritual vein, and every hole covered by the array were clearly reflected in his sea of ​​consciousness.

One hour.

Two hours.

He Sheng compared all the scattered clues in Lin Wanrou's remnant soul, but still found nothing.

The so-called Heavenly River Sect Secret Realm seemed to exist as if it never existed.

"Could it be that the secret Lin Wanrou obtained is incorrect?"

He Sheng pondered for a moment, then shook his head, feeling that he couldn't be so arbitrary.

After all, the Tianhe Sect was a Divine Immortal Sect from thousands of years ago, and the old man who pioneered the new sect was incredibly powerful. If there really was some great secret realm left behind in Changyang Mountain, it would probably not be something that could be discovered simply by scanning with divine sense.

Perhaps, as Lin Wanrou thought, all the smaller secret realms need to be opened before the larger secret realm can be triggered?

Upon thinking of this, He Sheng prepared to withdraw his divine sense, but inadvertently caught sight of two figures.

He Sheng's expression shifted, and he focused his divine sense on that spot.

In a bamboo grove within the Green Bamboo Courtyard, sunlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows. He Ziyang stood with his hands behind his back on a green rock.

Not far in front of him, He Jingxing was holding an ordinary iron sword, the blade pointing diagonally at the ground. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and the wound on his right arm seemed to have reopened, with a trace of blood seeping through his crimson brocade robe.

"wrong.

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He Ziyang's voice was as cold and clear as a sword's edge, devoid of any emotion.

He Jingxing gritted his teeth, readjusted his posture, gripped the hilt of the sword again, and prepared to swing it once more.

"Your sword strokes are too rigid."

He Ziyang suddenly raised his hand, his sword finger lightly touching the spine of He Jingxing's sword.

A barely perceptible pale golden sword aura spread down the sword. He Jingxing felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His entire arm and half of his shoulder felt numb and tingling. The iron sword in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

This kid...

He Sheng shook his head, knowing that He Ziyang was using ruthless methods again. He was injecting strands of sword intent into He Jingxing's body, so that he could personally experience it in pain.

He Ziyang looked at He Jingxing's face, which was contorted in pain, but his expression remained calm.

"A sword is not an inanimate object; it is an extension of your mind." He took the iron sword from the ground and placed it back in He Jingxing's palm. "If you treat the sword merely as an object, you will never enter the path of the sword."

He Jingxing gripped the sword hilt tightly, panting heavily. The pain in his eyes had not subsided, but a hint of struggle had emerged after he had come to understand.

He Ziyang's gaze fell on the blood-stained shoulder, and his tone finally softened a bit.

That's all for today.

He Jingxing was taken aback and was about to thank him when He Ziyang added, "We'll continue at Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow."

On He Jingxing's face, which had been tightly furrowed with pain, a smile that was even more painful than crying bloomed. He nodded vigorously and gripped the iron sword tightly again.

He Sheng watched this scene from afar, and a slight thought suddenly struck him.

He subconsciously took out the Water Moon Sword Token from his storage bag and slowly ran his fingers along the crescent moon pattern on the token.

Over the past few years, he had privately practiced a sword technique that He Ziyang had deconstructed from the sword intent in the Water Moon Sword Token, but no matter how he tried to comprehend it, he gained nothing and was unable to even begin to grasp its essence.

But today, watching He Ziyang teach He Jingxing, I suddenly understood some things that I hadn't understood before.

He Sheng took out a Cold Moon Arc Sword almost without hesitation and began to practice this sword technique.

Once, twice, three times...

At first, his swordplay was still clumsy, but gradually he seemed to get a feel for it. He didn't know how many times he practiced it, but as the sword blade swept through the air, the surrounding spiritual mist quietly dispersed.

A faint yet clear sword light, like ripples on a moonlit lake, silently spread out in a circle.

Water Moon Sword Technique, Beginner Level!

【Moon in the Water (Beginner): 1/100】

(Total training time: 1 day)

He Sheng's heart leaped with excitement, and without hesitation, he poured all the Universal Cultivation Time into it!

You have mediocre talent in swordsmanship, but you excel in diligence. In addition, the Moon in the Water Sword Technique is a sword technique tailor-made for you by sword cultivators, so your learning speed is not too slow.

After a year of arduous training, you have mastered this swordsmanship. This technique has become ingrained in every part of your body, even subtly influencing the flow of magical energy within you.

More than a year later, you finally mastered this sword technique to perfection. You have faintly touched the threshold of the sword path. The sword intent contained in the sword technique is faintly visible, but you can never truly reach it.

Several months later, you still couldn't make any further breakthroughs, so you decided to use a simpler method: practice swordsmanship with the blessing of the [Ripples] supernatural power, and carefully comprehend every aspect of swordsmanship.

Two months later, you had a vague understanding. You incorporated the concept of reality and illusion into your swordsmanship, and through analogy, you finally gained some enlightenment.

You have broken through this sword technique to the level of "divine skill" and comprehended the sword intent "Moon in the Water"!

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Seeing that he had finally grasped the essence of swordsmanship, He Sheng couldn't wait to open his eyes and temporarily interrupted his cultivation.

With a single swing of his sword, the seemingly ordinary sword technique finally began to reveal its true mystery.

Wherever the sword passed, water condensed into mist, and within the mist, fragments of moonlight could be vaguely seen.

The sword light and the water light mingled, creating a play of illusion and reality, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Not yet satisfied, He Sheng immediately transformed into a streak of light and rushed out of Guiyuan Cave, heading straight for the waterfall on the back of Changyang Mountain.

The hundred-foot waterfall plunges down like a celestial river, its roar echoing across the surrounding fields.

He Sheng slashed out with his sword, gathering the water vapor from the waterfall and turning it into a sky full of crystalline mist. The moon's shadow lingered and did not dissipate. The cool moonlight fell on the world, but there were also invisible sword blades, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

If the Moon in the Water Sword Intent were to advance further, and then be combined with the Thousand Water Illusion Dharma Body, it would be a sight to behold. In fact, if it could form a sword formation that combines the real and the illusory, its power would probably surpass that of the Blood Poison Mother-Child Blade.

Upon realizing this, He Sheng immediately infused the "Moon in the Water" sword technique with universal training time, successfully elevating it to a state of unparalleled perfection.

Just as He Ziyang had said, his sword intent had reached a minor level of mastery, but he could not advance any further.

【Moon in the Water (Divine Skill): 1000/1000】

(Total cultivation time: 3 years, 8 month and 3 days)

Since the sword techniques "Divine Origin Puppet Control Technique", "Soul Imprint Technique", and "Moon in the Water" are all [techniques], their time rate is always 1.

After all this expenditure, the general cultivation time was reduced by only a little over ten years.

[Current available total practice time: 51 years, 2 months, and 17 days]

To reiterate, as long as you don't use your general cultivation time to improve high-level immortal arts or high-time-rate [magic], several decades is still quite sufficient.

More importantly, [Techniques] can directly enhance one's strength. Even if one cannot break through the upper limit, one can still enhance one's strength in multiple ways.

However, He Sheng was still very clear in his heart that both [method] and [art] were the foundation of cultivation. Without solidifying and improving the foundation, [technique] would be ineffective.

It's just a castle in the air.

Having already achieved a minor mastery of sword intent and digested all the gains from the Eastern Garden Secret Realm, it's time to leave.

With this thought in mind, He Sheng transformed into a streak of light and quietly departed.

Half a month later, in the Blade Wind Wasteland.

The sky hung low, pressing down on an endless expanse of dark gray earth.

The ground is cracked with dense lines, barren of vegetation, with only weathered shale and scattered gravel stretching to the horizon.

The wind carried fine pebbles that struck He Sheng's protective aura with a rustling sound, like countless blunt knives repeatedly scraping against it.

This place is located southeast of the Yinsha River, thousands of miles away from Changyang Mountain.

Less than a thousand miles further east, you will enter Xiangzhou, which is under the jurisdiction of the Siming Xuanzhen Dao.

To the south lies the edge of the vast desert sandbar; traveling through it will lead you into Xingzhou, which is under the jurisdiction of the Tongyou Mingzhendao.

He Sheng stood with his hands behind his back on a low rocky hill, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"According to the map, it should be around here."

He Sheng muttered to himself, repeatedly comparing the terrain in front of him with the map that had appeared inside the Trial Tower that day.

Having already handled He Ziyang's wedding and arranged everything at Changyang Mountain, he followed the map to this place.

However, the Blade Wind Wasteland is too vast; a tiny dot on the map covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles in radius, or even more.

Therefore, to this day, he has not yet found the other hidden East Garden Trial Realm.

"Try again."

He Sheng once again pushed his divine sense to its limit, using the [Slight Ripple] divine power to thoroughly search the secret realm location marked on the map.

He meticulously examined every fissure on the surface and the rock strata dozens of meters underground, but still found nothing.

Could the map be wrong? Or has the entrance to that secret realm already been buried by sandstorms?

He Sheng sat cross-legged on a weathered boulder, flipped his palm to take out the trial token, and immersed his divine sense into it to carefully sense it.

The token still only granted access to the previous Trial Tower of Arts; apart from the map, there was no further information about the second secret realm.

He put the token away and once again activated the [Slight Ripple] to enhance his divine sense, spreading it out in all directions.

This time, he no longer simply searched for spatial barriers or traces of formations, but carefully sensed the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

The spiritual energy in the Blade Wind Wasteland is sparse, almost non-existent.

However, if a secret realm truly exists, no matter how hidden, it will inevitably exert a subtle, albeit imperceptible, pull on the surrounding spiritual energy.

This search took several more days.

On this day, He Sheng felt slightly tired and was about to take a rest when he unexpectedly detected an unusual fluctuation at the edge of his spiritual perception.

It was an extremely subtle and obscure ripple of spiritual energy, so faint that it seemed like just a wisp of water vapor passing by in the wind.

But it beats against the wind, pulsating slightly with a constant rhythm, as if something is breathing slowly deep underground.

He Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately leaped towards that direction.

It was an inconspicuous mound, no more than a hundred feet high, covered with weathered gravel and thick layers of dust.

If his divine sense hadn't detected that unusual fluctuation of spiritual energy, he wouldn't have given it a second glance even if he flew over the mound ten times.

He Sheng landed halfway up the mound, his five fingers spread wide, and a gentle magical power surged out like a tide, lifting away the thick layers of gray soil covering the surface.

Beneath the gray soil lies a layer of hard rock.

However, the rock strata were not formed naturally.

A glint flashed in He Sheng's eyes, and a light blue sword light condensed at his fingertips, which he gently slashed along the crack in the rock strata.

The seemingly hard rock melted like wax the moment the sword light touched it, revealing an ancient stone gate buried deep beneath the rock strata.

The stone gate is about ten feet tall, and its surface is covered with intricate array patterns. Despite the passage of countless years, it still faintly radiates a spiritual light.

There was no door knocker or keyhole on the door; only a palm-sized piece of green jade was embedded in the center.

The surface of the jade was covered with a layer of grayish mist, and fine forbidden patterns could be vaguely seen slowly moving inside.

"Found it!"

He Sheng was overjoyed. He sensed a familiar aura on the jade and was about to examine it closely when a voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"What are you looking for?"

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, with a slightly hoarse and lazy quality, as if it were just a casual conversation with an old friend, asking a question offhand.

But the moment it sounded, He Sheng felt a chill run down his spine, his hair standing on end, and a bone-chilling cold shot straight from his tailbone to the top of his head.

He had no idea anyone was approaching!

With his current pseudo-core cultivation level and the [Slight Ripple] divine power enhancing his divine sense, the aura of any living being within a radius of dozens of miles cannot escape his perception.

Apart from that, the Soul Imprint Technique showed no reaction whatsoever in its blood energy perception.

But the voice rang out silently, and He Sheng was completely unaware of its owner's presence.

run!"

He Sheng almost instinctively wanted to use the Rippling Water Escape technique to create distance.

But the other party clearly wasn't going to give him that chance.

The next instant, a bloody light descended upon him, like an overturned blood-red bowl pressing down from all directions, completely enveloping He Sheng.

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