Theoretically speaking, absorbing a suitable Soul Ring would allow a Martial Soul to evolve.
This was especially true for the Dream Demon, which was the most suitable Soul Beast for a Spirit-type Soul Master.
However, Zhao Liuyun couldn't see any major change in his Moonlit Lotus.
The only difference was that the thin mist surrounding the petals had changed from its original pure white to a light purple, tinged with the color of dreams, adding to the inherent mystery of the Martial Soul.
He guessed that this might be because the Martial Soul itself was already of a high level.
Judging by his own simple aesthetic, Zhao Liuyun believed that good-looking Martial Souls were never weak.
Absorbing a Soul Ring didn't just boost power.
The efficiency with which low-level Soul Masters refined the Elemental Energy of Heaven and Earth could never sustain the cultivation required by high-level Soul Masters.
Therefore, absorbing a suitable Soul Ring should, in theory, enhance talent, improve the effect of meditation practice, and increase the speed of refining the Elemental Energy of Heaven and Earth.
While ordinary people couldn't precisely detect the exact increase, Zhao Liuyun could make a comprehensive judgment through his Class Panel.
However, since they were currently in the Soul Hunting Forest, there was no need to rush the verification. Everything could wait until they returned to the academy for testing.
"Uncle Tian, I'm done with the absorption."
Zhao Liuyun opened his eyes, the light purple glow that had circulated in his pupils having quietly faded away.
Tian Wenlong, the leader of the mercenary group, and a few team members who had been keeping watch, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was finally over.
This awkward and inexplicable Soul Hunt.
Tian Wenlong calmly said, "Congratulations on truly becoming a Soul Master, but don't rush. The sky is dark now, and it's easy to be ambushed by snakes and insects on the road. We should wait until the sky is completely bright before we set off."
Zhao Liuyun replied, "I understand, Uncle Tian. You're familiar with the Soul Hunting Forest, so your word is law."
When the sky was fully bright, the group hurried out.
Returning to the Soul Hunting Town, the familiar noise and bustle once again entered their ears.
The mercenary leader, Tian Wenlong, returned to the pharmacy with him, but how he would negotiate with his Martial Uncle was none of Zhao Liuyun's business.
After simply recounting the entire mission process, Zhao Liuyun boarded the carriage for the return journey.
The escort arranged by his teacher, Bai Hong, was still waiting there.
The carriage was also waiting, so there was no need to look for a new one.
Zhao Liuyun was truly a bit impatient.
Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, here I come!
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The next afternoon, after a day and a half in the carriage, Zhao Liuyun finally returned to his faithful Nuoding City.
He alighted at the medical clinic and immediately saw his teacher grinding medicinal powder.
"Teacher! I succeeded!"
Bai Hong looked up, his eyes meeting the smiling eyes of his disciple. Gazing at the spirited young man, a feeling of indescribable relief surged in his heart.
Becoming a Soul Master was like grasping at the moon in the water for him, but having it achieved by his disciple was also the realization of his former dream.
Zhao Liuyun didn't stay long at the Spring Return Hall. He only ate a meal and then returned to the academy.
When he left, everyone offered their blessings, but upon his return, the academy was quiet.
Xiao Wu was truly a sleeping god; she was taking her afternoon nap when Zhao Liuyun returned to Dormitory Seven.
Apart from Xiao Wu, the other work-study students were all diligently cultivating.
Tang San was absent, clearly working hard at the forge.
Attending class, forging iron, meditating.
Interspersed with playing and roughhousing with Xiao Wu.
His life was as monotonous as Zhao Liuyun's.
Speaking of which, the Blacksmith was indeed a very good profession.
With the Hundred Refinements as the foundation, it could later extend to deeper levels: Thousand Refinements, Spirit Refinements, Soul Refinements, and Heavenly Refinements.
It could be said that the future prospects were vast, and the potential for development was extremely strong.
The strange thing was that Blacksmiths did not develop before Tang San, nor did they change in the tens of thousands of years that followed!
This made it hard not to suspect that it was related to Tang Hao, who replaced the plane's consciousness.
Ascending to godhood requires faith, and replacing the plane's consciousness must also require ample preparation.
Could the Clear Sky Hammer forging iron be fueled by the faith of the blacksmiths?
And honestly, it sounds quite logical...
Regardless of whether he could reach the subsequent levels, Zhao Liuyun planned to learn forging, but the time was not yet right.
The lack of a suitable teacher was one aspect; the other was his physique.
His physique was too low; he could lift the hammer, but he couldn't sustain it for long.
Was he supposed to perform a dance with a soft, floppy hammer?
The image was too laughable to contemplate!
Muttering a few silent complaints, Zhao Liuyun also lay down on his bed.
He already had a preliminary idea of how to reasonably make Tang San dream.
Before that, he needed more practice.
[Enter Dream] could not be directly cast on Tang San.
Even if an opportunity could be created, it would surely be extremely rare!
To ensure nothing went wrong, he needed to practice beforehand.
Xiao Wu, who slept every day, was a perfect target.
Zhao Liuyun clearly remembered.
A 100,000-year Soul Beast was roughly equivalent to a Level 95 Titled Douluo.
However, when Xiao Wu used her second Soul Skill, Charm, to fight against the mere Soul Sage, Zhao Wuji, she suffered a backlash.
This indicated that her powerful spiritual power from her Soul Beast period could not be applied to her current self.
She was the same as Tang San, only one ring. If not her, then who?
The prerequisite for casting [Enter Dream] was to first sense the dream.
Zhao Liuyun couldn't do this before, but after changing his class to [Dream Master], as long as he was within the sensing range, the dream was clearly visible.
He was lucky; Xiao Wu was currently dreaming.
This saved him the trouble of using his first Soul Skill.
Half of the nap time had passed, and the little rabbit might wake up at any moment. To avoid missing the opportunity, Zhao Liuyun made a swift decision and activated the skill.
[Enter Dream]!
As his spirit momentarily drifted, his consciousness twisted like flowing water and merged into a peculiar space.
Thanks to [Dream Master] being a special transfer from [Hypnotist], parallelly inheriting its manifested variant in this world, aside from both skills consuming spiritual power, [Enter Dream] also possessed the characteristics of [Hypnosis]: silent and free of any strange phenomena.
This could effectively avoid the risks that might arise from Tang Hao's potential peeking.
It was very safe in Nuoding Academy. Zhao Liuyun knew that Tang Hao would also get tired and couldn't always be peeking.
But if they happened to run into each other, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fortunately, this situation did not occur.
Converging his spirit, Zhao Liuyun's consciousness finally stabilized from the water-wave-like distortion.
He first examined himself and found that he had turned into a bird—a somewhat blurry, mosaic-like bird.
How should he describe it?
It was like a crude stick figure appearing in an exquisite anime.
The art style was completely different.
In reality, he would be instantly discovered, but this was a dream.
Dreams are closely linked to memory. If only a vague impression remains in the mind, the dreamer naturally finds it difficult to recall clearly.
Not to mention mobilizing dream resources to carve out details and create a refined image.
This was the rule of the dream itself.
Of course, there was another possibility—
[Phantom Dream] was exerting its power.
"Allow the development of the dream to be more natural and harmonious."
As long as Zhao Liuyun did not intervene, in his current form as a flying bird, he could just wait for the dream to naturally unfold.
Should he directly intervene and interfere with the dream's direction?
Zhao Liuyun's eyes flickered, and he rejected the idea.
It was only his first time entering a dream; there was no need to rush for success.
First, he would act as a pure bystander and gain a general outline and understanding of the dream, which would pave the way for subsequent guidance and modification.
One must know that seizing the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record could not be done by force; it could only be done by wit.
Trying to use force would lead to a fate like the Dream Demon, dying confusedly.
Who would just forcefully shove their own dream onto someone else's?
The probability of Tang San waking up in the dream was small, but not zero.
What he needed to do was to strive to avoid this type of risk.
Zhao Liuyun looked around.
This was a forest, an ancient, towering, lush green primeval forest.
The air was fresh, and the scent of grass and wood was everywhere, exuding vibrant vitality.
In the center was a small lake.
It was only about a hundred meters in diameter, but it was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the green trees on both sides, creating a beautiful scene.
No, it should be said that it was a mirror.
The lake's surface was calm and a striking silver color.
By the lake, a patch of flowers that Zhao Liuyun was extremely familiar with was blooming.
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