"Hmm."
Folding his arms and parting his lips, Bai Wen thinks deeply about the feasibility of this soul refinement art—under the Everlasting Spirit Realm's conditions.
"…The tool can be made, but this flame… It's going to require a very specialized environment to manufacture."
One specific place does come to mind in Bai Wen's head; however, it's impossible to say if it will work or not without actually going there with the proper knowledge of how soul flames are manufactured.
Shrugging a shoulder, Long Hua remarks—
"I don't know how different the laws of the Zang Luo Realm are compared to the Everlasting Spirit Realm. For all I know, this soul refinement art might only be viable in the Zang Luo Realm alone."
Sucking in a deep breath of air, Zhen Rong asks—
"…Long-shao, you mentioned that a person's talent can be altered drastically through this method. What about making a breakthrough with it, do you think…?"
Setting his cup down, Long Hua says—
"In order to have a chance at reaching the unattainable apex, a person's soul, body, and cultivation base—these all need to reach a specific level. Of these three requirements, the soul is the most difficult one to fulfil. This soul refinement art is only one of many ways to maybe fulfil this condition."
"Ai, Long-shao, just get to the point."
Shaking his head towards Zhen Rong, Long Hua remarks—
"Young people these days, no patience to be found in them."
"…Long-shao, as someone who is always itching to beat others, do you really have any rights to say that?"
Ignoring this remark, Long Hua continues to explain—
"The soul contains untapped potentials. Some people are born with most of their potentials tapped into, while others aren't as fortunate—or at least that's what some of the scholars back in the Zang Luo Realm used to say. Regardless, cases of an individual making a breakthrough after going through soul refinement does exist. But this is assuming that they actually have a large reservoir of potentials left to be tapped into."
"…?"
Tilting her head, Zhen Rong feels like there is something off about the way Long Hua is phrasing this, causing her to ask—
"Long-shao, other than cultivation talent potentials, what other potentials are there?"
"Oh?"
Raising an eye, Long Hua remarks—
"Little girl, you're actually quite sharp."
"I haven't watched my brother work for so long for nothing."
"Other than cultivation talent potential, there's bloodline potential, and past life potential. Bloodline potential is especially prevalent in clans that have a long history."
Thinking about how to explain this, Long Hua begins with—
"This is only an example, but let's say all of us have an ancestor, who was a peerless powerhouse. Why isn't the same talent that the ancestor possesses transferred onto the future generation as clearly?"
Towards this question, Zhen Qing Huai answers—
"Hmm, some theorize it's because the blood that came from the ancestor has thinned out over the passage of each successive generation."
"Mm a common theory. Well, the bloodline potential that is unlocked through soul refinement is meant to give new life to the thinned-out ancestor's blood."
Hearing this, everyone other than Long Hua sucks in a deep breath of air.
"A-And the past life potential?"
Towards Zhen Rong's excitement, Long Hua answers—
"This one is a bit more special and especially rare. Even if you unlocked this potential, it might not even grant you anything of benefit."
"Meaning?"
"If in your previous life you were an old tortoise, what's the benefits of unlocking the potential of an old tortoise in your current life? Unless, you want to be an even greater old tortoise?"
"Hahahaha!"
Immediately, Bai Wen bursts into laughter.
Batting an eye at Bai Wen, Zhen Qing Huai asks—
"And what if you were a dragon in your previous life?"
Raising a subtle smile, Long Hua answers—
"Then congratulations, you've become a dragon in this life as well—that's if you managed to unlock this potential. In any case, those who've awaken to such a potential are able to demonstrate the abilities that are unique to a dragon."
"Ai… Outer star region technology truly are fascinating."
Having come this far, Long Hua figured that he may as well talk about the other refinement art.
"There's also a refinement art related to blood. This one is more directed at the flesh and blood body, and uses the blood of others to perform the process. However, the blood used needs to be compatible with the individual undergoing the refinement."
"What if the refinement process fails?"
Turning to Zhen Rong, Long Hua answers—
"Only a ghost would know the result of what would happen."
"So, they die?"
"Or they end up turning into a hideous monster. Ai, if in your previous life, you were a lion, it's a no-brainer to think about using lion-type magic beasts to refine yourself through this method. Also, I should mention, the soul refinement art is something that should only be used after you reach the Nascent Soul realm. Prior to that, the soul is far too weak to handle the process."
Hearing this, Zhen Rong drops her shoulders with a frown.
Rising off his seat, Long Hua is thoroughly prepared to not stay any longer.
"Lao Long."
Just as Long Hua turns around, Bai Wen calls out to him, and continues to say—
"Once you emerge from this world, let's go to the Wailing Ghost Valley. That's the only place that I can think of—that might allow the creation of soul flames."
"We'll see then."
As Long Hua leaves the terrace, Bai Wen presses a hand to his left eye that is covered by a black piece of cloth, while thinking—
(Past Life… I wonder… This obsession to create, but also this feeling of loath towards the act—is it mine, or was it inherited from the past?)
Contemplating this, Bai Wen frowns.
Nighttime, around the hours of ten PM.
Back in the ruins—where the pale white weapon spirit had fallen, a sphere-like object that was the size of a human head, floats above the water's surface.
If one examines this object closely, they might be able to catch a glimpse of a face-like surface on its body.
*Sha! Sha! Sha!* as this object continues to be thrown about by the shifting waters, it eventually comes across a fully Apotheosized weapon spirit of the first stage.
This weapon spirit looked no different from a shark, but it had red mist spewing out from its gills and maw.
And as the shark formed weapon spirit approaches the black object—
*Pah!* the object expands in volume like a balloon, and swallows the weapon spirit whole.
As moving bulges appear throughout the enlarged spherical object's body, demonstrating the weapon spirit's struggle to break free from the inside—
...…
All abruptly turns quiet in the very next instance.
…
Momentarily, the object expands and contract, as it gradually molds itself into the form of the devoured weapon spirit, which was a shark.
"…"
Blinking its red eyes, the object dives deeper into the seas, and for every weapon spirit it comes across, it would mercilessly chase after them until it devours them.
The hunting and feasting lasts throughout the entire night, and upon the sun's rise in the distant horizon of this ruin—
"…"
A figure with red eyes, black hair, and pale white skin walks out of the seas, and steps onto the shores of the first island.
The individual is dressed in an all-white attire, which consists of a hooded trench coat with its hems divided into eight tails, along with a pair of trousers and long boots.
Facial appearance wise, this individual possesses the exact same face as Long Hua.
"…"
Looking down at his pale white hand, the figure recalls the pain he had felt when a trident had pierced through its one eye.
In that instance, he had realized that death was all but inevitable.
But before death could have arrived, he had thought back to that individual that he had fought against in the chambers of the third mountain.
His instincts told him that—that individual hadn't been fighting him with their full strength at the time.
And although that individual may not have been as powerful as his killer, that individual would surely rise far above his killer—for their instincts deemed that individual to be better equipped to survive in this dog-eat-dog world.
"Fi… Fig… Figh… Fight… Ki… Kill… Dev… Devo… Devour…"
The powerful desire to continue to fight, to kill, and to devour had pushed the pale white weapon spirit to split off a portion of his body and soul, and cast them out of sight—prior to what should have been his inevitable death.
"…"
As the figure clenches his right hand into a fist, the eight tails of his trench coat sway like the tails of a beast.
*Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnn!!!!!* raising a roar, the figure takes one step forward, and charges out of the rift that leads into the outside world.
With how fast this figure is moving, not a single individual—who was left to keep an eye on the rift, managed to catch the former in their sights, all they felt was a strong gust of wind blowing pass them.
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