"To think there'd be such a strange restriction, hehe." Zhang Ling's lips twitched, chiding himself for his carelessness. He wracked his brain, recalling the information he'd obtained from the soul search earlier. But after reviewing it, there was no information regarding this.
It seems my soul search technique wasn't thorough enough.
The soul search technique, in essence, is forcibly invading another's soul to extract memories and obtain information.
However, a person's memories are vast and complex, filled with various types of information. If one is slightly careless when performing a soul search, the information obtained may be incomplete, with some details missing.
The soul search technique is not omnipotent. Some cultivators practice special secret methods that may make them immune to it.
If one attempts a forced soul search, their soul will self-destruct, preventing any information from being obtained.
Not long ago, when he searched Ye Chenming's soul, he did so with a playful attitude, and thinking back, he was indeed somewhat negligent. This is not a good sign.
Zhang Ling pondered for a moment, secretly warning himself not to become complacent just because he had become a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Although strength determines everything in the cultivation world, there are also many schemes and intrigues. Countless powerful figures have fallen into the gutter and died because of small oversights.
"Senior Zhang, this restriction was specifically set up by my Ye family's Windfire Ancestor. Only direct descendants of the Ye family can open this door," Ye Chenming said, as he once again summoned the fiery-red seal, spitting another wisp of blood essence onto it.
The fiery-red seal flew out and, with a clang, directly affixed itself to the stone door. The seal trembled slightly, emitting a trace of blood energy, and the frost covering the stone door gradually turned light red, slowly melting away.
In an instant, all the frost on the stone door melted, turning into a layer of bloody water. However, a purple spirit talisman suddenly floated out from the half-open door seam.
Zhang Ling narrowed his eyes, instantly discerning the densely packed spiritual patterns carved on the talisman, indicating it was no ordinary talisman. However, he couldn't immediately recognize what kind of talisman it was.
He became secretly vigilant, guarding against any further mishaps.
He watched as the purple spirit talisman flashed and flew out, circling and dancing around the fiery-red seal. The two objects seemed to have some kind of connection, resonating with each other to unleash a cloud of gray mist.
Zhang Ling immediately sensed that the mist was not formed from spiritual power but contained a strand of soul force. He frowned slightly, wondering if it was a ghost-path talisman.
As his thoughts raced, the gray mist expanded several times, turning into a purple fog, within which emerged the illusory figure of an old man. The figure was hazy, with most of its body very indistinct, but the soul force it emitted was not weak.
"This is… a cultivator's divine sense avatar," Zhang Ling was immediately surprised. A cultivator's nascent soul can separate a strand of divine sense to control magical treasures, instruments, or spirit beasts, puppets, and other things.
Low-level cultivators will refine magical instruments before using them, imprinting them with a divine soul mark to better control them and unleash their power. This divine soul mark is actually divine sense, just not yet materialized.
The ability to transform separated divine sense into a soul body similar to a remnant soul is a sign of a Nascent Soul cultivator. If enough divine sense is separated, it can even possess other cultivators.
Of course, if the separated divine sense is destroyed, the main body's soul will also suffer some damage. However, it can be restored after a period of rest.
For Nascent Soul cultivators, consuming a little divine sense is nothing, as it can be quickly restored.
More profound secret techniques even involve directly splitting the nascent soul to cultivate independent split souls.
He used the Mysterious Transformation Spiritualization Secret Method to condense a second nascent soul, which is actually this type of split soul secret technique, where a portion of the main soul is separated, fused with the demon soul of the Xuan Tortoise, and assimilated to form a second nascent soul.
The old man's divine sense that appeared before him emitted a soul force that was not weak, equivalent to the soul force of a Core Formation stage cultivator. It is not easy for a Nascent Soul cultivator to cast such a strong divine sense.
Ancestor!
Ye Chenming also saw this divine sense and couldn't help but exclaim.
So this is the Ye family's Windfire Ancestor. After a cultivator's divine sense leaves the main body, it can be stored in some special artifacts for a long time. Even if the main body is destroyed, the separated divine sense will not suffer any damage.
Divine sense is not a split soul, nor is it an independent nascent soul. It does not possess consciousness, and the information it leaves behind is all pre-set.
Of course, if the Ye family's Windfire Ancestor had not died, he would have been able to sense that this treasure vault had been opened through this divine sense, and it would not have been difficult for the main body's consciousness to descend.
Just like before on Flying Cloud Island, True Person Huang Yun's divine sense possessed the red-haired little sable and even activated the formation to trap the Xuan Tortoise.
But now that Windfire Ancestor is dead, this divine sense will quickly dissipate once triggered.
This type of divine sense is mostly used to convey information or leave behind inheritance techniques. Its function is equivalent to jade slips, but it is more refined.
As the purple mist churned, this divine sense became more and more solid, opening its gray eyes. Its eyes were a sheet of ice-blue, and it looked at the two of them expressionlessly.
Its gaze only swept over Ye Chenming, nodding slightly, as if to say something, but suddenly its gaze shifted, staring at Zhang Ling, and it emitted an aged voice. "You are not of the Ye family bloodline."
As the voice came, this divine sense opened its mouth, and its mouth was also filled with blue light. With a series of popping sounds, it shot out dozens of black ice thorns.
Zhang Ling had been on guard, and he snorted coldly as the flying sword hovering in front of him went to meet them. He naturally had no fear of a divine sense shadow.
With a few crisp bangs, the flying sword instantly shattered the attacking ice thorns.
But at the same time, his face darkened, as a layer of black frost covered the flying sword, making it much more difficult to activate.
Zhang Ling quickly circulated his spiritual power and rapidly pinched several hand seals, striking them onto the flying sword. Immediately, the flying sword emitted a clear sword cry, shattering the frost.
But the flying sword had already suffered some damage. Clearly, the black ice thorns shot out by this divine sense were no ordinary attack.
"Ah, Senior, be careful, this is the Ice Soul Poison that the Ancestor has refined for many years," Ye Chenming said, startled by this scene, and quickly reminded him.
At the same time, he gritted his teeth and spat out another mouthful of blood essence, which turned into strands of blood-colored runes, all floating forward.
Immediately, the Windfire Ancestor's divine sense shadow trembled, as if controlled, becoming illusory. The divine sense turned to look at Ye Chenming, revealing a wooden expression.
As streaks of blood-colored runes entered its body, this divine sense became illusory again, transforming back into a purple spirit talisman. But the spiritual light on it instantly dissipated, as if it had lost its spirituality, and fell to the ground.
At the same time, the fiery-red seal also fell down. Only then did Ye Chenming breathe a sigh of relief, carefully glancing at Zhang Ling.
He had not anticipated this situation before, and he did not know that the ancestor's divine sense would be left here.
