The branch of the Nether River that had appeared out of nowhere slowly retreated towards the glorious part of the sea after he tore his gaze from it, as if it was going to return to its origin now that it had lost his attention.

Nie Tian felt an internal struggle.

The Nether River had been the Phantasms’ most mysterious asset since ancient times. Its value far exceeded that of the Book of Spirits.

For Phantasms, nothing could match the Nether River’s significance.

Even though the Book of Spirits recorded wondrous soul spells, everything in it had come from the Nether River.

The Nether River was the foundation of the entire Phantasm race, as it was their mother river and the origin of all of their soul magics.

Right now, with the help of the Spirit Pearl, Nie Tian, who wasn’t a Phantasm, was able to perceive the countless seemingly disorderly soul strands in the Nether River, and derive pieces of obscure enlightenment from them.

Such enlightenment would help him uncover the ultimate secrets of his sea of awareness and true soul.

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