Chapter 990: Chapter 158: Ten Thousand Souls of the Immortal Pool, rit of the Heavenly chanism [2]
rit Power is a kind of praying energy, a kind of grateful and benevolent energy, and also a kind of faith and hopeful energy.
Yet this energy appears in the Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool, within the Sword Dao power of the Ten Thousand Soul Sword Dao.
The first mont Zhou Yan looked over, he suddenly understood why cultivators in the past couldn’t cultivate or comprehend it.
Without great compassion and a heart of great transcendence, this rit Power is impossible to comprehend.
Facing this sword-shaped space, Zhou Yan stepped in without hesitation.
He felt a sensation similar to when he had once entered the Sword Origin Pool of the Zhou Family’s Ancestor Land.
Only now, things have long changed, and in the Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool, more abound are vast and endless soul energy, a rit Power pervading the heavens, sun, moon, stars, and universe.
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The Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool is truly an Immortal Pool.
Entering this place, Zhou Yan only felt that every part of his body was breathing, breathing in this pure and powerful soul energy, undergoing a trendously abundant transformation.
From the outside, standing from the perspective of a Sovereign, one can see the outline of the inner space, as if a sword-shaped space were carved out from the darkness.
But inside, that world appears vast, so vast that no range can be perceived.
It feels as if this space has no boundaries at all.
After experiencing the initial comfort and fullness inside this space, Zhou Yan’s heart gradually settled into tranquility and peace.
He walked step by step through this space, allowing the misty soul energy like white clouds to continually flow through his body, letting the clear spring water beneath his knees flow, and allowing the warm rit Power from the sky to penetrate his body like baptism and disperse again.
Everything seed unrelated to him.
This is a world indescribable by color, with immortal energy swirling and white mist rising.
Underfoot nearly covering his knees are waters of the clear spring, possessing strong energy aura and soul energy fluctuation.
The sky is full of pure soul energy and endless rit Power drifting.
If Zhou Yan were to cast the Devouring Technique here, he felt he could accumulate an unimaginable energy reserve.
But bizarrely, facing the endless rit Power, Zhou Yan felt as if facing countless naive children, the Devouring Technique was unwilling to manifest.
Things he doesn’t want to do, Zhou Yan never forces himself to do.
Even if the current environnt could greatly enhance combat power, since he isn’t willing, Zhou Yan treats this as a place for relaxing, a place to cleanse his spirit, rather than casting the Devouring Technique.
Zhou Yan walked silently along the way, forgetting ti.
In fact, like the Sword Origin Pool, such places give people a sense—that ti is aningless.
It seems here, all pain is no longer pain.
All troubles are no longer troubles.
This is the harbor for the spirit, the place for the soul’s return.
Zhou Yan, like a monk, forgot ti, forgot the truth, and also forgot himself.
He continued walking step by step, without employing his abilities to relieve fatigue, nor looking back to see how far he had traveled.
Step by step, he walked until even his constitution felt exhausted, then he stopped.
Walking in water for a long ti, the resistance from water can feel terribly daunting.
Actually, the resistance from water remains more or less the sa; the truly daunting feeling cos from people.
Enduring even just a little pressure for a long ti, in the end, even a little pressure can feel overwhelmingly heavy, unbearable.
This is a very simple truth, but many cultivators do not understand it.
Zhou Yan realized, once utterly exhausted, that even the slight resistance from water could be so powerful.
Water hasn’t changed, yet singularly focusing on resistance, it can halt the steps of powerful people.
Zhou Yan looked at the clear spring beneath, still no deeper than knee level, then suddenly lifted his head to the Void to gaze at the various soul energy and rit Power.
He suddenly had an indescribable feeling of transcendence.
It was like, in an instant, he wished to transcend the flesh and let the divine soul roam freely in this Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool.
As soon as this thought arose, Zhou Yan felt a strong impulse, as if he wished to do so at any mont.
But Zhou Yan did not act, instead further deepening his understanding of water.
He sat down amidst the spring water, revisiting his insights on water, recited anew his own ’Scripture of Water,’ forgetting ti, and self.
Until at a certain mont, when a large quantity of clear spring was inexplicably evaporated and ford soul energy like water vapor in the Void, Zhou Yan gradually woke.
At that mont, the unfettered power of the divine soul beca even stronger.
At that mont, Zhou Yan no longer suppressed the impulse of his divine soul, abandoned his flesh, and his divine soul seed to detach from his body, suddenly floating into the Void.
Flesh, divine soul.
The intensity of that transformation was indescribable.
But the world of the Divine Soul and the world of the flesh, are as different as Hell and Heaven.
The beautiful, ethereal Immortal Pool, in the eyes of the Divine Soul, appeared as a Blood Pool, a land of Hell.
What was called spring water, before Zhou Yan’s Divine Soul, comparable to Immortal Level, revealed its true form—it was the soul liquid ford by fragnted soul energy from countless cultivators’ shattered soul bodies.
This soul liquid was ford by the shattered divine souls of more than tens of billions of cultivators, turning into soul energy here.
Soul energy accumulated, suppressed and transford by a powerful Emperor Qi Sword Dao and rit Power, turned into pure soul liquid.
This type of soul liquid cannot be absorbed.
Just like a small bowl unable to withstand the impact of a massive waterfall.
So, fortunately, Zhou Yan didn’t use the Devouring Technique, or he would’ve instantly exploded and died here.
Zhou Yan’s Divine Soul, weightless, floated lightly in the void, dancing in the void, allowing the terrifying dead soul energy to constantly pass through his body.
Instinctively, Zhou Yan’s Divine Soul grabbed a wisp of soul energy, using the transformation art, turning the soul energy into soul liquid.
This ti, it succeeded directly without obstruction.
But Zhou Yan hadn’t even had the chance to celebrate, as he let go, the soul energy flowed, and that life soul liquid naturally reverted to its original form of soul energy, flowing away through the gaps between Zhou Yan’s fingers.
Zhou Yan was stunned.
He floated and flew above this space, sensing at least a million powerful soul energies.
Each soul energy’s quality seed to far exceed that of a Venerable’s soul energy, belonging to unknown peerless experts.
Each soul energy could almost compare to the soul energy level of Xuanyuan Ancestor.
But their soul energy was all fragnted, transford into the Soul Spring here.
Zhou Yan couldn’t imagine, without the comfort of rit Power, without the suppression by the Emperor Sword Dao aura, how terrifying it would be if this pool of Soul Spring were to transform into Yin Spirit Evil Spirit.
Perhaps it would be Immortal Level Evil Spirit or Resentful Spirit.
A heavy feeling weighed in Zhou Yan’s heart, an indescribable sense of oppression.
Unlike the various pains of flesh dissolving in the Soul Spring, Zhou Yan’s Divine Soul, in this space, experienced an atmosphere of desolation, annihilation, bleakness, suffering, sorrow, and more.
However, this couldn’t be considered a negative atmosphere, as it was the real atmosphere here.
Just that, influenced by rit Power, the flesh couldn’t perceive it at all.
Zhou Yan floated along, everything he saw and felt penetrated deep into his Divine Soul, making one’s mind tremble.
Yet, after traveling for a long ti, he suddenly had a sudden enlightennt as if he was inspired.
"No—there is not only rit Power, not only the suppression of Emperor Sword Dao over ten thousand souls’ resentnt, but also the Heavenly chanism Path, the Qi Fortune!"
Zhou Yan suddenly had a revelation, then he opened the Nine Orifice Exquisite Demon Heart, and opened the Eye of Destruction, observing with the Heavenly chanism and Luck and Fate Path he had once learned.
In that glance, Zhou Yan seed to see through the void, seeing a sword!
A golden sword, suppressed in the endless dark abyss!
"Xuanyuan Sword!"
Zhou Yan’s eyes widened, his pupils suddenly contracted, imdiately withdrawing from this terrifying state.
Yet his heart pounded wildly.
"Here... is this a space where the Xuanyuan Sword is suppressed? Ten Thousand Soul Sword Dao, Emperor Sword Dao—Emperor Qi Sword Body, Emperor Qi, Emperor Sword, Xuanyuan Sword..."
Zhou Yan realized sothing, with a thought, he directly summoned the Xuanyuan Sword.
At the sa ti, Zhou Yan directly manipulated the Xuanyuan Sword with his Divine Soul, extracting the Emperor Xuan Yuan’s Energy from within the Xuanyuan Sword, condensing it into a sword with Emperor Xuan Yuan’s Energy again.
As soon as this sword took form, the entire Heaven and Earth subtly trembled.
Zhou Yan’s expression was grave, yet he suddenly used the Heavenly chanism Path, grabbing Heavenly chanism Power, injecting it into this virtual Xuanyuan Emperor Sword condensed by Emperor Xuan Yuan’s Energy.
Simultaneously, Zhou Yan used the Luck Path, gathering Luck Power into this Xuanyuan Emperor Sword.
Then, Zhou Yan, with a Praying Heart, granted a Vast Vow to the Xuanyuan Emperor Sword, speaking with sincere emotion and an absolutely dedicated attitude, word by word: "I, Zhou Yan, in the identity as the master of Xuanyuan Sword, grant a vast vow, gathering rit Power, to find an ancestral place ho for the Immortal Pool and Ten Thousand Souls in the future. If Heaven obstructs, I will cut down Heaven to prove my Dao heart; if Earth obstructs, I will destroy the Earth to prove sincerity; if the Star River obstructs, I will devour the Star River to prove my will."
"Please, let rit Power enhance my body, align with the Dao, to solve the plight of All Immortals Suffering and Ten Thousand Buddhas’ Extinction."
Zhou Yan spoke earnestly, with a heart of vast vow and a state of prayer, saying such words.
Initially, the rit Power did not move.
But when Zhou Yan finished speaking, the rit Power of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Pool suddenly erupted.
Like a tsunami, like a whirlwind of destruction, as if endless disaster and calamity descended.
Calmness was shattered, peace had ended.
The terrifying soul energy tidal waves began to roar, and the endless rit Power crazily surged towards the gradually forming Xuanyuan Sword.
This space had clearly undergone so unknown terrifying change.
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