Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6348: Fraud

"Impossible! Immortal Jiu Chen has already transcended existence, and yet you, with your mere spiritual body, dare to impersonate him?" Jian Wushuang spoke with a tone of feigned anger, as if deeply loyal to Immortal Jiu Chen.

This only made the real Jiu Chen even more furious. He clutched his head and roared, "No! I am the real one! He is just a fragment of my consciousness. He could never surpass me!"

"But you're very weak right now!" Jian Wushuang raised an eyebrow, intentionally provoking

him.

This statement dealt a heavy blow to Jiu Chen's fragile consciousness, nearly causing him to fall into slumber. Fortunately, with the life force he possessed, Jian Wushuang was able to use his soul power to help nourish Jiu Chen's spiritual awareness, preventing him from slipping into unconsciousness.

"Hm?" The awakened Jiu Chen finally noticed the strength of Jian Wushuang's soul and exclaimed in surprise, "You mentioned earlier that you arrived here through the blood mist?"

Jian Wushuang lifted his head proudly and replied calmly, "That's right. I came here to receive the inheritance."

As he spoke, he glanced at the distant temple.

That grand hall undoubtedly contained the inheritance. Jiu Chen must have been the true spirit of this inheritance hall. However, this spirit had grown restless and wanted to break free from the temple to become a cultivator.

From Jiu Chen's earlier words, it was clear that this was indeed the case.

Upon hearing that Jian Wushuang had passed through the blood mist, Jiu Chen's face lit up with joy, as if he had completely forgotten about the mockery from just moments ago.

"You actually made it through the blood mist! It seems that even if my clone failed to rebuild the Heavenly Fire Domain, it still managed to establish a remarkable power!" Jiu Chen's excitement grew palpable.

Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes as he observed Jiu Chen, wondering what the spirit was plotting. Why did he get so excited upon hearing about the blood mist?

The blood mist outside didn't seem all that powerful. As long as one's soul power reached about ten times the normal level, it was barely passable.

Reaching ten times the soul power wasn't that difficult, right?

At least, before transcending, increasing one's soul power was quite simple.

However, after transcending, it became extremely difficult to enhance soul power, especially after becoming immortal. Raising soul power would be as hard as ascending to the heavens. This was why soul cultivation methods were so rare-few could meet the standards required for practicing such techniques.

Hence, they were considered precious and mysterious!

But that was a matter for after transcendence or immortality.

In the mortal phase, permanently enhancing soul power beyond tenfold was relatively easy.

Jian Wushuang had experienced the mortal world and didn't find passing through the blood mist to be particularly remarkable.

After all, Jiu Chen's original world was the Ancient Domain, far larger than the Crimson Eye Realm. Encountering geniuses with tenfold soul power wasn't uncommon, so why was he so shocked?

While Jian Wushuang pondered this, Jiu Chen suddenly spoke with excitement, "Kid, being able to pass through the blood mist means your thought power has exceeded tenfold. And walking the Path to Heaven means your thought power can withstand a hundredfold! In the Heavenly Fire Domain of yore, such a genius hadn't appeared in tens of thousands of years. Today, I've finally encountered one, and it's thanks to the dumb luck of my clone that you're here! My past decisions weren't wrong after all, hahaha!"

A hundredfold soul power?

Jian Wushuang was stunned. He could hardly believe it and instinctively turned to look at the passageway behind him.

"How could there be a hundredfold soul power...?"

At first, he spoke earnestly, but as he continued, he suddenly realized the truth.

He had been burning his soul power all along, and unknowingly, it had already reached a hundredfold. He simply hadn't noticed, which was why passing through the blood-colored passage seemed so effortless.

Immortal Jiu Chen's true form had been slow to react, previously caught up in his own words, which had inadvertently led to confusion. Now, as clarity returned, he finally spoke about this matter.

"A hundredfold soul power-that's quite challenging!" Jian Wushuang thought to himself.

If it were tenfold soul power, that would be within the realm of normality. However, a hundredfold soul power required an innate talent.

Innate divine abilities were abilities that came naturally to beings born with them.

Innate beings, like ancient demons-also known as divine demons-had life levels that were hundreds or even thousands of times that of ordinary humans. This was considered normal in the eyes of the strong.

However, when it came to soul power, everyone was on equal footing.

Enhancing one's soul power required diligent effort over time.

But upon reaching a certain level, one could create special beings on their own.

For example, Jian Wushuang's true form could create special life forms within his own universe, elevating their life levels by tens of thousands of times without issue.

Beyond life levels, it was also possible to create beings with unique souls.

For instance, a newborn might have a soul level ten times that of an ordinary being, and by adulthood, it could reach a hundredfold. This wasn't a problem.

Life and soul were different concepts.

Life levels could easily reach thousands or even tens of thousands of times higher, but enhancing the soul to such a degree was extraordinarily difficult.

If not for devouring a Boundary Beast, his own mental thought power would never have surpassed that of a Universe God.

Although he was a Universe Master, his soul could rival that of a Time-Space God.

He had surpassed two entire levels.

And it wasn't just any small leap-it was a monumental one.

If it were a matter of divine power, that would be relatively simple.

As a Universe Master, achieving a combat power comparable to a Time-Space God was something he had nearly accomplished.

But when it came to soul power, without the encounters he had within the Realm King's divine realm, no matter how much effort or genius he put into it, he wouldn't have been able

to reach this level.

Such was the uniqueness of the soul.

The world within the altar, from the blood mist to the blood-colored passage, all tested one's soul. It seemed that the requirements of that temple for the soul were extremely high.

His current soul, though still an ordinary soul, could reach a hundredfold strength through burning his soul to enhance his thought power.

"So that's how it is!"

Jian Wushuang, suddenly understanding, refrained from further provoking Immortal Jiu

Chen's true form.

He needed to enter the temple.

Enhancing his current soul would expedite the recovery of his true soul within the Nine Prison

Pagoda.

Inside the Nine Prison Pagoda, whether or not he had a physical body did not affect breaking

through the first level.

Therefore, enhancing his soul would help him enter the second level.

Developing a peak-level treasure was the fastest way to boost his strength.

Moreover, he now understood that re-entering the mundane world to cultivate again meant

he had to tread a unique path.

He had to abandon everything.

He had to shed his arrogance.

His previous experiences could be used, but not recklessly.

He had to walk the path of cultivation to its true pinnacle.

"Then let's start with the soul!"

Jian Wushuang's heart was as firm as a rock!

He conversed with this ancient true spirit, who had slumbered for tens of thousands of years,

for a full hour.

Both of them opened up new worldviews.

At that moment, Immortal Jiu Chen's true form had a vision of a small world connected to the ancient domain in his mind.

The master of this small world was a fragment of his consciousness, known as Immortal Jiu Chen, who had now reached the level of Yan Immortal.

And the young man before him came from a group of geniuses under Immortal Jiu Chen,

entering this place to receive the inheritance.

Before him, countless other geniuses had entered, but none had left alive.