459 The Dark Core! (1/2)

The Dark Dream was extraordinary and bizarre. It was mystic art that pulled one into the dreamscape. It was formed from a Daosource that was in turn formed by exhausting one's own vitality. Only someone who had reached the Eternal Star realm could perform it!

This mystic art could be used against one's enemy. However, it was often used by the great and powerful to pass down knowledge and mystic arts and techniques to their descendants and heirs. Time in the dreamscape passed differently than in the real world. It could be manipulated. Knowledge about a mystic art could be seared directly into one's soul. It could be fused directly with one's spirit. The challenges that one met during training could be circumvented. This mystic art didn't allow the transmission of one's cultivation to another, which would enable them to become instantly powerful. However, most cultivators, having reached a certain stage in their cultivation, required enlightenment towards the Daosource and the principles of Dao rather than greater cultivation.

This Dark Dream Mystic Art could achieve this flawlessly!

It could also bring about other effects. For example, the effects of all serious injuries would be dampened in the dreamscape. There would be sufficient time for one to recover.

However… such an extraordinary mystic art required a great deal of energy to be expended by the person performing it. Few would use this mystic art unless it was their last resort. It was considered a pseudo-forbidden art in the Dark Sect.

Deliberation colored Wang Baole's eyes after he read the details of this Dark Dream Mystic Art. After a long while, he shut his eyes. When he opened them again, he gazed around silently.

Fifteen minutes passed. Wang Baole took a deep breath and continued to keep his eyes shut in this Ten Thousand Art Pavilion. He began his training of the Soul Guidance technique.

Despite not having reached the Core Formation realm and facing difficulty in mastering Soul Guidance, with his constant practice, he was able to make use of the Soul Guidance to strengthen and grow his Dark Qi. The Dark Fires in Wang Baole's body gradually multiplied.

Time passed steadily as he continued to train. Three months went by in a blink of an eye.

During this period, Wang Baole focused entirely on multiplying his Dark Fires. They reached as many as seventy-eight. He was only a few steps away from the highest record of eighty-one Dark Fires.

He should have met with some challenges along the way. However, said challenges never occurred to Wang Baole. It was as if he was naturally suited to learning the Dark Art.

This made Wang Baole ponder more deeply. Suspicions began to surface in his mind, and they clouded his thoughts. After a long while, he finally suppressed these thoughts. He was about to continue his training when the jade slip in his storage bracelet vibrated. Wang Baole pulled it out and released a long sigh.

The sigh was colored with complicated emotions, regret, and confusion.

”Junior Brother, I'm leaving the sect for some time to train. There are some things that I have to think about… take care. I'll return when I've thought things through!”

The voice transmission jade only had that single message. The person who had said that was his senior brother, Chen Qing!

Wang Baole had spent most of his time in meditation during his three months of seclusion. However, he still kept himself updated on some things that were going on in the sect. For example… what had happened to his senior brother, Chen Qing!

This extremely talented and gifted senior brother had secretly told him something that day with great happiness and anticipation… He shared that his Dao partner in his next life was going to be the daughter of the Never-Ending Clan's Emperor!

Chen Qing hadn't known the identity and family background of the soul he had painted a Corpse Face for prior to the arrival of the Never-Ending Clan's Emperor. He had only known that this soul was going to be his Dao partner after she was reborn. This was what the Heavenly Dao had willed. This was what the fates had dictated.

He had been extremely happy. When he had painted the Corpse Face, he had secretly made her more beautiful and more pleasing to his eye. He had been filled with anticipation.

However… the shocking harsh reality had come crashing down on him too soon. With the arrival of the Emperor of the Never-Ending Clan and with the unfolding of the incredible and terrifying battle, he had seen with his own eyes, his wife of the next life being pulled out and turned into dust. He had fallen into a dead silence.

Even though his destiny was to be entwined with this soul in their next life, and even though they hadn't truly made contact and come to know each other, everything had come to an end then—before anything had started. He remained lost. He didn't truly ache for the woman's soul, but his faith in his own Dao had been shaken.

He didn't know who was wrong, whether it was the Emperor of the Never-Ending Clan or the Dark Sect, but he knew one thing—the soul did nothing wrong.

Was the Dark Sect in the wrong? The Dark Sect simply served the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao was the culminated form of the laws of the universe. It was the origin of Dao for all Dark Sect cultivators.