“The soul is said to be formless, born of an emperor…”0

An ancient voice resounded in Chen Chu's mind like a mighty bell, and the characters that floated in the sky began to spin before they suddenly rushed into his sea of consciousness with a loud boom.0

Instantly, a surge of information exploded within his mind. This was a soul art inheritance, one that visualized the soul as an emperor.1

Under normal circumstances, a cultivator would only be able to touch upon the soul after reaching the Ninth Heavenly Realm. The stronger the soul, the better the comprehension and power of the laws.0

However, even among strong souls, there were differences. A soul that was equally powerful but untrained was like a three-hundred-pound man with loose fat all over his body. In contrast, someone who had cultivated a soul art was like a warrior, lean and strong.0

Moreover, this level of art was passed down through the will of the soul, not merely through words. Thus, even if civilizations were different, it could be understood and mastered.0

However, attempting to touch upon the soul before the Ninth Heavenly Realm was extremely difficult. Even an ancient soul art like this one required a soul-suppressing item to cultivate, such as the black seal in Chen Chu’s hand.0

During ancient times, every disciple of the Taixu Sect would receive a soul artifact made from special materials when cultivating. This artifact served as a bridge between the physical body and the soul.0

Initially, this soul treasure lacked significant power. However, as one cultivated to the end, bearing the weight of the laws and tempering the soul, it would become overwhelmingly powerful.0

As firelight illuminated his face under the night sky, Chen Chu slowly opened his eyes to reveal a...0