Four days after the ceremony honoring the masters, Jiang Wang was still cultivating.

He wasn’t sure if it was due to the effects of the celestial bath, but he felt the Burning Fire Bone Lotus behind him had become more dynamic. Whether it was the absorption of star power or the convergence of totem power, both seemed a bit easier.

On this basis, the progress of the Fire Realm Art also accelerated.

He was not in a hurry. This technique, which originated from the art of the Thunder Realm, could be a lethal move when used properly. But if one, like Lei Zhanqian, could not control it securely, it would instead become a flaw, better left unused.

To expect the prodigies from all over the world on the Guanhe Platform to overlook such a flaw was a fool’s dream.

Only the rate of star power absorption, even after a slight improvement, was far from sufficient. On the way to the Guanhe Platform, he would have to pass through the Star Moon Plain and if possible, he would definitely stay there for a night. He just wondered how the teams heading to the Yellow River Gathering would arrange it...

It was at noon when Jiang Wang temporarily stopped his cultivation of the Fire Realm Art, stepped out leisurely, and stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.

A three-year-old child knows that one should not look directly at the sun.

Its endless brightness can easily blind a person’s eyes. The clearer the vision, the greater the danger.

Before Jiang Wang looked up, he had already constructed a protective layer with True Yuan as its foundation, mixed with Divine Soul Strength, covering his left eye according to the Secret Technique of the Eye of Qian Yang.

The Eye of Qian Yang was cultivated in the left eye, while a layer of red light enveloped the right—one imbued with the Divine Power Light of the Samadhi True Fire, protecting his eyes from the sun.

According to its description, the cultivation of the Eye of Qian Yang should begin before one becomes Transcendent, starting with medicinal baths, then progressing from the Youmai to the Zhoutian and even up to the Tongtian and Teng Long in a gradual sequence.

With Jiang Wang’s current strength, he could easily skip the preliminary steps and start directly at the Inner Mansion Realm.

To be on the safe side, apart from the red light over his right eye, the Divine Power Seed of Samadhi True Fire was also ready to burst forth within the first Inner Mansion, ready to call upon the Samadhi True Fire to dissolve any tendency towards fire poisoning.

When Jiang Wang looked towards the sun, the sun equally enveloped him.

The instant glare nearly brought tears to his eyes.

But while the eyes react naturally, Jiang Wang himself was not affected at all. He strictly followed the Secret Technique passed down from the Yang Country, grasping that bit of the sun’s "sharpness" and "planting" it into his left eye.

He quickly lowered his head and closed his eyes, continuously funneling Divine Soul Strength and True Yuan towards the left eye.

Amidst the piercing pain in his eyes, he used the Secret Technique of the Eye of Qian Yang to reinforce the various aspects of his left eye.

Through the "sharpness" of the fierce sun he planted, he quickly became aware of his own "gaze."

It was a marvelous thing!

The mysterious person in Wenxi County could sense a gaze, Martial Artist Wang Ao could shatter the Blood King’s murderous intent-filled gaze, and "Zhang Song" could connect to his gaze. The basis of their abilities was not the same.

Now, he could finally feel his own gaze, making the concept of "gaze," which had been fluttering loosely, tangible.

The next steps were the most difficult part of cultivating the Eye of Qian Yang.

According to the records of the Secret Technique, what followed was intertwining the Divine Soul Strength with the True Yuan to create a "strand" and then merging it with the materialized strand of gaze.

This required an extremely delicate control of True Yuan and an adept manipulation of Divine Soul Strength.

When the offspring of the Yang Country’s Royal Family cultivated this technique, they started from a young age, gradually developing control precision, step by step increasing the difficulty until they succeeded.

Jiang Wangyuan, whose Divine Soul Strength was far more formidable than that of cultivators of the same level, showed a significant advantage during the cultivation of the Eye of Qian Yang.

Having engaged in battles at the Spiritual Soul Level more than once, he had a good grasp of how to utilize Divine Soul Strength.

Fine control of True Yuan had always been one of Jiang Wang’s strengths.

The most difficult part described in the scriptures did not pose much of a challenge for him.

It was as if things were naturally falling into place, occurring on their own.

When he opened his eyes, a flash of red light surged through his left pupil. The entire eye was filled with crimson red.

Compared to his dark, bright, and clear right eye, it presented a strangely indescribable beauty.

And the most important part was that Jiang Wang could feel that he could, at any moment, initiate combat on the Spiritual Soul Level, constructing various killing techniques with the Power of Qianyang to destroy his opponent’s spirit—although in truth, it was just one Inner Mansion Realm killing technique.

But this was enough to demonstrate...

That just from the first glimpse at the sun, the initial grace of the Eye of Qian Yang had been cultivated!

Jiang Wang retracted his Pupil Skill, not complacent with this achievement, as he began other cultivations.

The accomplishment of the Eye of Qian Yang was certainly joyful, yet possessing only a single associated killing technique of the Inner Mansion level truly could hardly come into play at his current level of combat.

Battles on the Spiritual Soul Level are rare in the Inner Mansion Realm. However, Guanhe Platform was where the proud and gifted from various nations gathered, and it would not be surprising for any sort of methods to emerge. Those chosen ones from all over the world, even if they didn’t explore the Spiritual Soul Level combat beforehand, would certainly have some protective measures in place. Relying on the protection of the Tongtian Palace on their spirits was, in fact, not too difficult.

However, an unexpected joy arrived...

After cultivating the Eye of Qian Yang, he gained a new understanding of the Fire Source Codex, and even re-examining the Samadhi True Fire, he made some different discoveries.

From this...

The foundation of the Fire Realm Art had become somewhat more robust.

The feeling was too good.

Every moment, Jiang Wang was alone in witnessing a stronger version of himself.

Walking forward this way, until reaching that most dazzling place, he would make it known to the world.

...

...

Jiang Wang was in cultivation.

Zhongxuan Sheng was also cultivating; he had a relentless streak in his bones, and his talent was there—during his initial fight with Jiang Wang, he had easily manipulated Jiang Wang, showing that his combat intelligence was second to none.

But indeed, his focus was divided.

To bridge the vast gap between him and Zhongxuan Zun, being undistracted was an impossibility.

He had done his best.

At least that’s what Jiang Wang and Shisi would think.

While Zhongxuan Sheng was desperately chasing after him, Zhongxuan Zun took the rare opportunity to stop cultivating and chat with the old man in the courtyard on this day.

He was still dressed in white, sitting nonchalantly on the stone steps; not far from the steps, Zhongxuan Yun Bo lounged in a chair, basking in the sunlight.

The sun at the end of May at noon was not very gentle.

But the old man, after all, possessed considerable cultivation and didn’t feel uncomfortable.

However, Zhongxuan Ming Guang, who had moved an inch-tall stool to sit and was laughing as he massaged his father’s legs, already had sweat forming on his brow,

Zhongxuan Yun Bo glanced disapprovingly at his eldest son, who was nicknamed ’flower pillow’ in Linzi, and said discontentedly, "I told you to practice more often; look at what a weak state you’re in now!"

Zhongxuan Ming Guang did not feel embarrassed at being scolded in front of his son—not the first or the second time, after all...

While massaging fervently, he replied cheerily, "I actually have been practicing, just not in front of father! Winter training for the ninth set of threes and summer training for the summer heat, that’s the honest truth!"

Zhongxuan Yun Bo became angry whenever he looked at him, but looking at the young man in white sitting on the stone steps, he felt a sense of pride and comfort.

"Press harder, it might just cheer up my grandfather."

You hear that? More zest! More gratification!

The old coot from the Bao family may be gone, but I should still send a letter to inform him afterwards!

"Zun, my boy."

The old Marquis spoke lazily, "Magistrate Ruan’s daughter has encountered some obstacles in her cultivation. In the next few days, take some time to pay a visit."