CHAPTER 368: CHAPTER 368: ELDER YE

"So that’s how it is."

After listening to Ye’s story, the still straightforward and honest Huo Yuhao believed him. And he believed it wholeheartedly! After all, the "memories" that had been shown to him were incredibly realistic.

They didn’t seem like something that could be fabricated, and he’d never heard of anyone who could create fake memories.

"Then where are you in my spiritual world right now? Can you come out and meet me?" Huo Yuhao looked around and called out.

"Meet you?"

The voice seemed somewhat surprised and said, "This old one has always been right in front of your eyes."

"Right in front of my eyes?"

Huo Yuhao was confused. He looked around, but all he could see was endless whiteness—there was no sign of anyone. So why did he say he was right in front of him?

"Look up," the voice said.

Huo Yuhao obediently raised his head and gazed at the sun high in the sky, which was illuminating the entire world. At first, he didn’t understand. But soon, his eyes widened sharply as though he’d suddenly realized something.

"Seems like you’ve figured it out."

The sun that illuminated the heavens flickered slightly, as if to assert its presence.

"You’re... the sun?!"

Huo Yuhao’s mouth dropped wide open, stunned. "You... didn’t you say you were just a fragment of a remnant soul? How, how can you be so... magnificent?"

Yes—facing this radiant sun, the only word that came to mind was "magnificent."

"Young one, never underestimate the power of a Creator God," the voice said. "In life, I was incredibly powerful. Even in death, though only a remnant of my soul remains, and though it’s been torn into countless fragments by the chaotic currents of time and space, the essence of a god does not change."

"You are still far too weak. So even a mere shard of my soul feels to you like a blazing sun—overwhelming and unmatched!"

"You still have a long way to go, young man."

That was what the voice said.

Huo Yuhao translated that in his head as: It’s not that I’m too strong—it’s that you’re too weak.

Fair enough. That was indeed the truth.

Still, Huo Yuhao didn’t feel disheartened. He had always been quite self-aware. Right now, he was just a beginner soul master who had only recently acquired a soul ring. How could he compare with a being who had reached the realm of godhood? Becoming a god still felt like a distant legend to him.

It was something mythical, with no real sense of presence.

Even though the fragments of memory he’d seen earlier had slightly broadened his horizons, it was still limited. After all, the core parts of that memory hadn’t been shown to him. Huo Yuhao was still just a clueless country bumpkin in need of guidance and education.

"By the way, earlier you mentioned the Mysterious Heaven Skill that I’m cultivating. What’s wrong with it?" Huo Yuhao suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is there a problem with this technique?" Given that it concerned his cultivation, he couldn’t help but be anxious.

"The technique itself is fine. It suits your current condition well," the voice replied. "However, compared to the world I came from, the development in this world of yours is shockingly slow—almost no different from ten thousand years ago."

"From what I gathered when I probed the outside world, soul masters today are still using that crude and basic form of meditation for cultivation. Just like they did ten thousand years ago. There’s been no advancement at all," he said with a sigh.

"What’s wrong with using meditation?" Huo Yuhao asked, puzzled. He didn’t see a problem with it—hadn’t soul masters been using it for thousands of years?

"No, there’s nothing inherently wrong with meditation. The problem is that no one has ever tried to improve it, to make it more systematic or advanced. The Mysterious Heaven Skill is undoubtedly a form of meditation—it’s just a more advanced version compared to the basic ones," he explained.

"Of course—it was created by the ancestor of the Tang Sect from ten thousand years ago, the Sea God Tang San!" Huo Yuhao replied proudly. Even though he hadn’t been in the Tang Sect for long, both Tang Ya and Bei Bei treated him very well. As someone who had grown up craving affection, he naturally cherished those who treated him kindly.

"Tang San?!" the voice suddenly grew solemn.

"So this world also has Tang San? And he even became the Sea God?"

"Yeah, why? Is there something wrong with that?" Huo Yuhao asked, still confused. "Is there a problem with the Sea God Tang San?"

"..."

There was a brief silence. Then the voice finally said, "No, there’s no problem. It’s just that in my world, the Sea God was someone else. And it was Tang San who drew in the Abyss, which ultimately plunged the world into catastrophe. I didn’t expect the Tang San of this world to be so drastically different from the one in mine."

"That’s surprising. The difference really is huge," Huo Yuhao said, equally astonished. He hadn’t expected that the same person in two different worlds could behave so differently. The world was truly full of wonders.

"By the way... how should I address you?" Huo Yuhao suddenly realized that after talking for so long, he still didn’t know how to properly refer to the other party. While he knew the other’s name was Ye Cheng, it felt far too impolite to address an elder by name.

"You may call this old one ’Elder Ye,’" the voice replied.

"Elder Ye."

Huo Yuhao tried the name aloud, then nodded. "Alright, I’ll call you Elder Ye from now on."

"In the world I came from, the traditional soul master meditation methods had long been abandoned. In their place was a structured system of cultivation, and the soul masters of that time were called Divine Ring Masters!" the voice—Elder Ye—said. "Since fate has allowed me to attach myself to you, I will pass on a small portion of cultivation methods that may be of use to you."

As soon as those words fell—

Huo Yuhao felt a booming explosion inside his mind. A vast influx of information surged forth, and he lost all control. He instantly vanished from his spiritual world.

In the outside world.

Lying flat on the ground, Huo Yuhao opened his eyes in a daze. He slowly propped himself up and rubbed his head. Taking a long breath, he sat down cross-legged and began to absorb and digest the influx of information in his mind.

Soon, a cultivation method far more profound than the Mysterious Heaven Skill unfolded within his mind. As Huo Yuhao reviewed the contents, his expression began to change.

After he had fully examined the new information—

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes again and let out a long breath. In that moment, he was completely convinced that the "Elder Ye" in his mind truly came from another world.

Because the cultivation method now in his mind was so profound and precious that even with his limited knowledge, he could sense its incredible value. Especially when compared to the Mysterious Heaven Skill... the so-called ancient technique that had been passed down for ten thousand years now seemed like a pile of worthless garbage!

Moreover, the method Elder Ye had given him didn’t just include cultivation techniques—it also touched upon other concepts. For instance... the concept of a soul core.

In addition, Huo Yuhao could sense that the technique in his mind wasn’t complete. It was still missing a few key components. For example... the method for condensing soul rings.

Yes—condensing soul rings!

Soul masters could actually condense soul rings on their own. Can you believe that?

It completely shattered everything Huo Yuhao had ever believed to be true.

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