High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

It took a full incense stick's time for Su Jie's pale face to regain some color, and the noise in his mind gradually subsided.

He opened his eyes, looking at the calligraphy scroll with lingering fear, but his gaze was incredibly fervent.

"That's right... This is definitely the artistic conception of the subsequent scrolls of the 'Myriad Gods and Demons Suppressing Prison Map,' and at an extremely high level!"

He muttered to himself, "The 'staff' that represents the 'fixedness of the unfixed' and the 'reality of existence' is clearly explaining the mystery of 'will interfering with reality' and 'the transformation of the ethereal into the substantial'!"

This is the key to the transformation of the Holy Soul into the Divine Soul!

He has inherited the "Book of Souls" and knows that the chasm between the sacred soul and the divine soul lies in the fact that one is "illusory" and the other is "real".

No matter how strong a sacred soul is, its essence is still spiritual energy.

As for the soul, it needs to be forged into a spirit and will that can leave its mark on the laws of reality, where the real and the unreal coexist and become nearly indestructible!

The remaining "stick-like intent" in this calligraphy work points precisely to this path!

"When Master left this calligraphy scroll, he was probably already at the Sovereign Realm, and may even have been comprehending higher volumes of the 'Myriad Manifestations of Gods and Demons Suppressing Prisons'."

The fighting spirit and murderous intent he casually wrote down inadvertently resonated with the supreme mystery of "transformation of illusion and reality, and the steadfastness of will," and were thus imprinted on this piece of paper...

Su Jie grew increasingly excited as he thought about it. "This is simply a key for me to comprehend the mysteries of the soul! Combined with the foundational methods of the 'Soul Book,' the two reinforce each other..."

A bold idea sprouted in his mind: perhaps, he really had a chance to glimpse a trace of the "divine soul" before reaching the World Realm!

What a terrifying trump card this could be?

"Indeed, it's good to have a big tree to lean on, and having a good master can save you from taking ten thousand years of detours!" Su Jie grinned, although his soul still ached a little, he was very happy.

Resources are guaranteed by the clan, the path ahead is guided by supreme cultivation techniques, and the soul path is guided by the "Soul Book" and this unexpectedly discovered "Staff Intent" mark... Everything is ready, just waiting for the right opportunity!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past three days, Su Jie has not stepped out of the Nebula Cottage.

He devoted most of his attention to understanding the remaining "stick-like intent" in the calligraphy.

Having learned from his first injury, he dared not act rashly again.

Instead, it utilizes the secret methods for stabilizing the true spirit and distinguishing between reality and illusion recorded in the second volume of the "Soul Book" to their fullest extent, as if putting a tough yet sensitive "filter" and "shock absorber" on one's own holy soul.

Only then did he dare to carefully separate a tiny wisp of his sacred soul's intent to "touch" the profound artistic conception imprinted between the different strokes of the calligraphy.

With each touch, the ever-changing yet undeniably real meaning of the "dark shadow of the staff" would surge back.

Sometimes he felt that the stick was going to stretch out infinitely, about to tear his consciousness apart;

Sometimes it feels like it has condensed into a single point, so heavy that it threatens to crush the soul;

More often than not, it's a strange sense of presence that "it's just there, no matter how you define it, it remains steadfast."

Each realization is like dancing on a knife's edge, with soul power being severely depleted and the soul structure enduring subtle yet continuous impacts.

However, correspondingly, each time one recovers from the shock of that "disruption between reality and illusion," and relies on the secret techniques of the "Soul Book" to re-stabilize the Holy Soul,

Su Jie could vaguely sense that his Holy Soul seemed to have been "forged" to be a little more solid, and his perception of the boundary between "illusion and reality" had become a little clearer.

The process was painful and slow, but Su Jie enjoyed it.

He could clearly sense that his own soul power was undergoing a subtle yet firm positive change.

This made him even more convinced that he was on the right track by “using the imprint of artistic conception as a guide, combined with the secret techniques of the Soul Book, to glimpse the changes in the reality and illusion of the soul in advance”!

On the evening of the third day, just as Su Jie was withdrawing from a slightly deeper understanding and was using the "True Spirit Condensation Mirror Technique" to smooth the ripples in his soul power, a gentle and calm voice resounded directly from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness:

"Su Jie, come out."

It is Master, the Daoist Master Lichen!

Su Jie immediately stopped his cultivation, suppressed the fluctuations of his soul power, straightened his robes, and strode out of the Nebula Cottage.

Beneath the ancient tree outside the small building, Daoist Lichen stood with his hands behind his back, still wearing that black robe with silver trim, his aura perfectly integrated with the surrounding star mist soul power.

He didn't deliberately exude pressure, but simply standing there, he seemed to be the hub of the entire flow of the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Soul Power.

"Disciple greets Master!" Su Jie stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

Li Chen Dao Zun turned around, his gaze falling on Su Jie's face. He lingered for a moment, his warm and deep eyes seemingly able to see through everything.

He nodded slightly: "It seems you haven't wasted these three days. Are you comfortable staying at this Nebula Cottage?"

"Reporting back to Master, this place is excellent! It's a place for gathering the soul and nourishing the spirit, quiet and comfortable. This disciple likes it very much." Su Jie's words came from the bottom of his heart, especially the calligraphy scroll, which was an unexpected delight.

"If you like it, that's good." A faint smile seemed to play at the corners of Daoist Lichen's lips as his gaze swept across the window on the third floor of the small building, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. "It seems you've already noticed something different about that calligraphy."

Su Jie's heart skipped a beat. Knowing that there was no point in hiding anything from such an existence, he honestly replied:

"This disciple is dull-witted, but I feel that the fighting spirit and killing intent contained in Master's calligraphy are condensed and do not dissipate, it seems..."

It seemed to have a vague connection to the Myriad Manifestations Divine Demon Suppression Prison Diagram that the disciple had encountered before, so he boldly attempted to comprehend it and benefited greatly.

Daoist Li Chen remained noncommittal, his gaze lingering on Su Jie for a moment before he suddenly said, "Your Sacred Soul has an exceptionally strong foundation; I'm afraid... it's more than just the publicly claimed peak of the ninth rank, isn't it?"

Su Jie was startled! He couldn't hide it after all!

His mind raced. Knowing that a complete denial would only make him more suspicious, he immediately put on just the right amount of "surprise" and "shame," along with a hint of embarrassment at being "seen through," and lowered his head, saying:

"Master's eyes are like torches... Disciple, when I was comprehending the calligraphy copybook, my mind was stirred and my soul power actually improved. I was lucky... lucky enough to touch the threshold of the tenth level, but it is not yet stable, so I dare not show it off."

He attributed everything to that calligraphy copybook, which made perfect sense.

Looking at his disciple's "trying hard to hide but unable to," Daoist Lichen finally smiled slightly. Although it was faint, it softened his thin face instantly.

"Reaching the tenth rank? That makes sense." He didn't delve into it further, seemingly accepting the explanation, but his smiling gaze seemed to say, "Kid, keep making things up."

"Let's go." Daoist Lichen said no more, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gentle force enveloped Su Jie.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Ascend to the summit of Mount Dao. The time for the Nine Lights to cleanse and refine has arrived."

As soon as Daoist Lichen finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and, with Su Jie in tow, took a step forward, arriving outside the Myriad Manifestations Heavenly Sect.

Then, the surrounding scenery becomes blurred, and space folds over.

Three steps later, the two appeared at the foot of Wendao Mountain.