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In the tranquil place at the back of the mountain, Xiao Yan and Yao Lao exchanged glances.
An elder and a young man, both speculating about Shui Wuya's mysterious identity.
With a furrowed brow and a face full of confusion, Xiao Yan asked, "Yao Lao, who do you think that senior truly is?"
Yao Lao sipped his tea, a hint of deep thought in his gaze, and slowly said, "That senior is indeed a remarkable figure. His understanding and mastery of medicinal ingredients are beyond ordinary. He can spot the flaws in a prescription at a glance. Such insight is truly admirable."
Xiao Yan, listening intently, pressed on, "Aside from refining medicine, is Senior Shui Wuya also skilled in other areas? Perhaps in battle techniques?"
After a brief pause, Yao Lao replied, "I too have some questions about the senior's other abilities. Clearly, he is not just adept at refining medicine; he might have extraordinary proficiency in other fields as well. One must remember, to possess such insight and talent, he must have been cultivating for many years and seen much of the world."
Xiao Yan was deeply shaken, feeling both the mystery and the power of Senior Shui Wuya. His curiosity grew stronger as he asked, "The senior's cultivation must be extraordinary. What do you think his true identity is?"
Yao Lao sighed and said earnestly, "To be honest, I can't say for certain what his identity is. However, his cultivation and vision are far beyond what ordinary people can compare to. Perhaps he comes from a higher realm, or maybe... he really is a god."
A glimmer of awe flashed in Yao Lao's eyes as he continued, "For him to perfect a prescription with just a glance, such vision is exceedingly rare. In all my years of refining medicine, I've never encountered someone at such a level. Even a ninth-grade alchemist might not possess such abilities."
Unable to contain himself, Xiao Yan asked, "By the way, Yao Lao, since the senior is so proficient in medicine, could he also be skilled in battle techniques?"
Yao Lao frowned, deep in thought, his expression growing serious, "I wish to know as well. What we've seen might only be the tip of the iceberg when it comes to that senior's true strength."
Meanwhile, Shui Wuya sat quietly in meditation, exuding an aura so profound it seemed to blend with the world around him. Though Yao Lao and Xiao Yan were curious, they dared not disturb Shui Wuya's cultivation.
Suddenly, Xiao Yan turned to Yao Lao and said, "Yao Lao, I want to learn the art of refining medicine as well."
Yao Lao smiled and nodded, "Very well, I'll teach you. But first, you should go buy some herbs."
Xiao Yan still had some money left over from Xiao Xun'er, so he once again disguised himself as an old man and prepared to go to the marketplace to buy the necessary herbs, ready to begin his journey in alchemy.
At that moment, within the mysterious space of his ring, Shui Wuya sat in meditation, emanating an aura of mystery. With his eyes closed, he pondered the state of the Dou Po world.
He understood that although the soul masters of the Douluo Continent were, on average, weaker than the fighters of the Dou Po world, they had many unique advantages.
"Douluo Continent, though small, possesses the Great Dao," Shui Wuya silently recited.
In the small world of the Douluo Continent, soul masters could use a variety of soul skills, attain immortality, and even grasp the power of creation. Shui Wuya had already spent tens of thousands of years in the Divine Realm, yet to him, this time felt like the blink of an eye. In comparison, the Dou Po world's Dou Saints, who could live for tens of thousands of years, already had what would be considered long lifespans.
During these endless years, Shui Wuya's insight and knowledge had long surpassed those of the strongest in the Dou Po world.
The Dou Po world was indeed a solid space.
However, he also realized that the laws of space here were not all that different from the ones he had mastered in the Douluo Continent.
"Space laws remain the same through the ages," Shui Wuya silently recited.
He imagined that if a Dou Huang from the Dou Po world came to the Douluo Continent, they would be able to open space channels just like a Dou Zun.
Similarly, powerful beings like Di Tian and Shui Yuanchen, who had mastered the power of space, would have an advantage over others in this world, thanks to their deep understanding of spatial forces.
However, these were merely Shui Wuya's speculations and imaginings.
"To communicate with the Divine Realm and guide my followers, I need more strength and opportunities," he thought.
Shui Wuya knew all too well that, in his current state, without a physical body, it would still take a long time before he could connect with the Divine Realm and bring his Eternal Divine Sect followers into this world.
Deep in thought, he pondered his situation.
Although he had spent tens of thousands of years in the Divine Realm, now that he was in the Dou Po world, navigating a different reality to achieve his goals would be a long journey.
"I wonder if my soul spirits have awakened yet," Shui Wuya murmured to himself, closing his eyes in meditation. His consciousness dove deep within, exploring the hidden world of his soul.
In this mysterious inner space, he saw several powerful soul spirits lying dormant, each radiating a unique aura and strength.
First was the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, its massive body resting in the endless depths of the sea.
Its tough skin glistened, exuding the profound energy of the ocean. Currents swirled around it, as if the entire sea floor revolved around its presence.
Next was the Evil-Eyed Tyrant, a gigantic floating eye suspended in the void, its gaze fixed on the infinite universe.
The surface of the Evil-Eyed Tyrant's eye was lined with intricate patterns, and its pupil was deep and enigmatic, emitting a dark, mysterious glow, as though capable of seeing through everything.
Then came the Dream Ice silkworm, a colossal caterpillar enveloped in frost, hovering within a frozen realm.
Its body emanated a freezing aura, and the surrounding space had turned to solid ice, as if the entire world was covered by its cold power.
There was also the Eight-Horned Beast, a majestic creature standing amidst spatial rifts.
Its towering form exuded an aura of grandeur, with each of its horns radiating waves of tremendous power, sparkling like diamonds in the starry sky.
Finally, there was Di Tian, a dragon-man clad in battle armor, standing tall in the void.
Di Tian's armor gleamed with golden light, and his body emitted an unparalleled aura of authority and strength, like a war god of dragons.
At that moment, they all slept deep within Shui Wuya's soul, yet each radiated an overwhelming, dormant power.
Shui Wuya quietly observed the powerful aura emanating from his sleeping soul spirits, a realization dawning in his mind.
"Sleep as you wish," he thought.
Now was not the time for them to awaken.
These soul spirits would help him when the critical moment arrived.
So Shui Wuya decided to let them continue their slumber, waiting for the right time.
Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm of Douluo, a magnificent and mysterious scene unfolded.
The sky of the Divine Realm was a deep blue, dotted with stars, resembling a miniature reflection of the boundless universe.
(End of chapter)