In this strike, Su Yi had already employed his soul power, using the "Taoist Transformation Scripture" as the source, to cast the art of imprisoning souls.
Caught off guard, the soul power that had possessed Chen Zheng immediately suffered a shock.
"Damn it!" A furious cry echoed in Chen Zheng's sea of consciousness.
A wriggling soul power was bound and imprisoned, no matter how it struggled, it couldn't move an inch.
"Aren't you afraid that I will destroy this person's soul?" roared the soul power.
"Hmph!" Su Yi completely disregarded it, relentlessly using the secret technique to seal and imprison the soul power.
Instantly, the cultivator from another realm had his soul completely suppressed, losing all power to resist.
Su Yi let out a sigh of relief, a hint of exhaustion appearing between his brows.
With his current cultivation level, it was somewhat strenuous to use soul techniques to imprison a soul fragment of at least a Spiritual Dao cultivator's strength.
But fortunately, he had succeeded.
"This time, Chen Zheng got lucky. It could be considered a blessing in disguise..." Su Yi thought to himself.
Originally, Chen Zheng had been on the brink of being possessed.
But now, with the soul power of the intruder being imprisoned, as long as Chen Zheng recovered, he could use a treasure to refine the soul power of the intruder.
By then, his soul would not only become stronger, but he would also gain a portion of the intruder's memories and cultivation experience!
For Chen Zheng, this was undoubtedly a tremendous opportunity.
Of course, Su Yi didn't mind teaching Chen Zheng a secret method to refine soul power, facilitating this matter.
Regardless, he had a favorable impression of the Martial Spirit Marquis.
Lost in thought, Su Yi placed Chen Zheng's body on the ground and turned his gaze back to the thousand-zhang blood-colored vortex suspended in the sky.
"Friend, is the Martial Spirit Marquis alright?" Ning Xiu and Mu Xi approached.
"He's fine, he'll wake up soon," Su Yi casually replied.
"What about that guy just now? Has he been killed?" Mu Xi couldn't help but ask.
Su Yi said, "Although he didn't die, he is not far from death."
Mu Xi couldn't help but gasp, saying in astonishment, "A powerful being who crossed the barriers of worlds ended up in such a tragedy?"
Thinking back to the conversation between Su Yi and the cultivator from the other realm, as well as the methods Su Yi displayed, Mu Xi couldn't calm his heart for a long time.
The competition of the Great Dao is not determined by immediate achievements.
But when Mu Xi realized the vast disparity between himself and Su Yi, he couldn't help but feel disheartened and melancholic.
"I thought I was a gifted prodigy with great opportunities, a unique talent in the entire Great Zhou Empire. But now it seems that my perspective was still too narrow. This world is filled with unknown extraordinary existences, just like... this guy..."
Mu Xi sighed in his heart, feeling dejected.
Not fearing comparison, but fearing not recognizing true worth.
Not fearing competition, but fearing not understanding people.
For Mu Xi, the youngest non-native king in the Great Zhou Empire, the scenes of encountering Su Yi at the Bloodthorn Demon Mountain were like experiencing mental storms, repeatedly overturning his understanding of the world.
At this moment, even if he was unwilling, he had to admit that despite his noble status as a marquis, possessing peak Grandmaster Quadruple cultivation and extraordinary opportunities, compared to Su Yi, a young Nascent Qi realm cultivator, everything about him suddenly seemed dim.
Seeing Mu Xi fall into silence, his expression changing, Ning Xiu couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy.
She understood the complex emotions Mu Xi was experiencing.
Because ever since their encounter with Su Yi, her own understanding had been continuously shaken and changed.
She couldn't fathom what kind of person Su Yi truly was and how many hidden secrets he carried.
She also couldn't understand why such a young man would willingly mingle in the secular world.
Until now, Ning Xiu even felt a sense of indifference towards anything that defied imagination happening to Su Yi, as if it was natural and expected.
At the same time...
Boom!
Like a thunderous roar echoing in the endless darkness, Chen Zheng's consciousness within his own body was awakened.
In that instant, he seemed to wake up from a long dream, feeling the familiar body and hearing the strong and rhythmic heartbeat.
"I... didn't die..." Chen Zheng quietly opened his eyes, his expression dazed and filled with confusion.
Ning Xiu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Marquis Wuling, rest assured. It was thanks to Su Daoist's intervention this time that your life-and-death calamity was resolved."
Chen Zheng was stunned for a moment, then sat up abruptly from the ground. He pinched his own cheeks and grinned as if a burden had been lifted, saying, "So, I'm really alive..."
Mu Xi was amused by his actions and laughed, saying, "If you had died, wouldn't we be wandering souls and wandering ghosts you see now?"
Chen Zheng stood up straight, clasped his fists, and said, "Greetings, King Zhenyue, and greetings..."
He hesitated for a moment because he didn't recognize Ning Xiu.
"This is Lady Ning Xiu, the Palace Master of Tianyuan Academy."
At that moment, Su Yi turned his head and casually said, "How do you feel?"
Chen Zheng silently felt for a while, then his pupils contracted, saying, "It seems like there's something extra in my mind..."
"That's a suppressed soul power. He was the one who occupied your body before."
Su Yi briefly explained what had happened just now.
Only then did Chen Zheng understand the terrifying ordeal he had experienced earlier, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
He quickly clasped his hands and thanked, "Thank you, Young Master Su! I will always remember this life-saving grace, unforgettable!"
Su Yi waved his hand lightly and said, "There's no need for such formality between you and me. When we return, I will teach you a secret technique to refine the soul power in your sea of consciousness."
After a pause, he looked back at the thousand-zhang blood-colored vortex in the sky and said, "Lady Ning, along with King Zhenyue, please take Marquis Wuling and leave this place. It will take me no more than three days to return."
Although Ning Xiu was puzzled about Su Yi's intentions, she held back her questions, nodded, and led Mu Xi, along with Chen Zheng, towards the exit.
Soon, only Su Yi remained in the vast Dao arena.
He fell silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and stomped his foot.
Buzz!
A dense and obscure array power surged, condensing into a auspicious cloud, carrying his figure as it rose into the air.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived not far from the thousand-zhang vortex in the sky.
Arriving at this place was like standing before a vast abyss, making one feel insignificantly small.
As the thousand-zhang vortex slowly rotated, it stirred up a torrential bloodthirsty force that produced deafening roars.
This was the spatial barrier, branded with the supreme power of spatial order!
"No worthy opponents to fight, so I can only resort to this masochistic method..." Su Yi sighed inwardly.
He controlled the auspicious cloud and gradually approached the bloodthirsty force swirling around the massive vortex.
Boom!
As Su Yi approached the edge of the swirling bloodthirsty torrent, a terrifying erasure force pressed upon him. His body trembled, and he fully activated his cultivation base to withstand the impact of that erasure force.
Only after adapting to this erasure force did Su Yi take a deep breath and continue moving forward.
In that instant, he was like a boat suddenly caught in the torrent of the blood-colored vortex, swaying dangerously and almost capsizing several times.
Boom!
Su Yi's black pupils were profound, and his cultivation base was pushed to the extreme. His body seemed like a lone pine rooted on a cliff, slowly demonstrating the Songhe Body Refinement Technique.
The surging bloodthirsty force resembled a violent raging sea, continuously impacting his slender figure. Each collision felt like a giant hammer striking him, causing his skin, tendons, blood, and organs to tremble.
The pain was akin to being ruthlessly hacked by a dull blade, making Su Yi frown and groan involuntarily.
Indeed, there was not much difference between this and masochism.
However, in order to quickly refine his cultivation base and cultivate the Dao Gang, this cruel form of tempering was undoubtedly the most effective.
Moreover, being in front of the enormous blood-colored vortex, any careless mistake could lead to disastrous consequences. It was no different from fighting between life and death.
After half an hour, Su Yi decisively retreated and returned to the ground. He took out a pill and began to meditate and cultivate.
At this moment, his face was pale, his entire body felt as if his skin was being torn apart, and his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. His true essence was completely depleted, and he was in an extremely weakened state.
"Fortunately, I made them leave earlier. If they had witnessed this scene, my reputation in this life would have been completely ruined..."
Su Yi's lips twitched.
He took a deep breath and meditated with all his strength.
After a full three hours, he quietly opened his eyes, stood up, and once again rose into the air. He entered the bloodthirsty torrent caused by the massive vortex and repeatedly demonstrated the Songhe Body Refinement Technique.
He seemed like a calm and relentless masochist, pushing himself to the limit between life and death.
In the path of cultivation, there was never a permanent and easy method.
Seeking to achieve unparalleled strength and surpassing the cultivation of all ages, Su Yi understood that he must endure hardships that others could not bear!
For Su Yi, although he was extremely lazy during ordinary times, he never relaxed when it came to cultivation.
On the contrary, his self-discipline and demands on himself had reached an extreme level.
It was precisely because of this tremendous willpower and great determination that he was able to dominate the Nine Provinces in his previous life, his sword suppressing the heavens.
And it was also for the sake of pursuing a higher path of the sword that he willingly gave up the status, glory, and position he had in his previous life and made the resolute decision to reincarnate and start over!
In the end, it was a matter of character.
When one wholeheartedly pursued the path of the sword, nothing else mattered apart from cultivation.
Two days later.
Su Yi staggered and sat on the ground, his face deathly pale, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, and his skin trembling like chaff, as if he had shed his illusory self.
He gasped heavily, but a hint of joy unconsciously appeared on his face. In the end, his lips curled up slightly.
His deep eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.
"It's done!"
Su Yi exclaimed with a satisfied sigh.
After more than a month, his cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Qi Gathering Realm.
His entire cultivation had been refined into extremely pure Dao Gang.