Once the Stellar Divine Body is achieved, even immortals will struggle to break it. As cultivation advances, the body's power grows stronger.
Song Yan also realized that the Dark-Gold Body he previously cultivated was actually a simplified version of the first section of the Myriad-Star Divine Art. While the Dark-Gold Body was powerful, it consumed far too many spirit stones and time. To date, Song Yan had only reached the second layer—still a long way from the ninth-layer perfection.
Now that he had the stronger and easier-to-cultivate Myriad-Star Divine Art, there was no need to keep training the Dark-Gold Body. Still, since the Dark-Gold Body was a simplified version of the Stellar Divine Body, he could convert it into the real thing.
Of course, converting two layers would only yield the power of one layer at best.
Because the Myriad-Star Divine Art was inherited through thought-intent, Song Yan understood the technique deeply. With a single thought, he began circulating the art, channeling the power of the Dark-Gold Body into the Stellar Divine Body.
One hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Three hours passed.
Finally, after five hours, the Dark-Gold Body was completely transformed into the Stellar Divine Body, just reaching the first layer.
Even though it was only the first layer, its power far surpassed the second layer of the Dark-Gold Body—now, even Nascent Soul experts would struggle to break his body.
Since Song Yan controlled the time inside the Divine Temple himself, five hours inside only amounted to a few minutes outside.
With a flash, he arrived at the Library Pavilion.
The Library Pavilion inside the Divine Temple was enormous, with no bookshelves at all—every book simply floated in the air.
These books had existed here for countless years and had long since gained sentience. Simply put, they were already spirits—aside from Song Yan, their master, it was nearly impossible for anyone else to take them.
There were at least a billion books here, covering every imaginable topic and category.
He reached out and grabbed a yellow-covered ancient tome—a cultivation manual. If cultivated to perfection, one could become an immortal.
A single book like this, if tossed into the cultivation world, would spark a bloody storm. With just one manual, you could found a major sect.
But here, there were plenty of books like this.
He tossed the manual back and grabbed another—this time, it was a medical text.
This medical book recorded more than three thousand different medical systems. Mastering these techniques meant you could heal not only people, but nearly any living thing.
Song Yan had already gained medical skills from his System, so just skimming through the Limitless Medical Codex noticeably improved his own abilities.
After tossing the Limitless Medical Codex back, Song Yan grabbed another book—a spellbook recording 108 immortal arts. Each technique was exquisitely profound, and even in the Immortal Realm, they were extremely precious. Dropping this in the cultivation world would probably spark a war.
This time, Song Yan didn’t toss the book back. Instead, he stored it in his Masterwork Storage Ring, planning to try cultivating a few immortal arts.
After that, Song Yan casually grabbed a few more books, all of them rare and valuable.
Thinking about how the handful of books he’d browsed were just a drop in the ocean compared to the Library Pavilion’s collection, Song Yan couldn’t help but marvel. The Star King was seriously impressive to have gathered so many texts.
Leaving the Library Pavilion, Song Yan headed for the training chamber.
Before clearing the third trial, he’d only used the most ordinary training chamber. Now, he went straight into the highest-grade one.
Here, a single breath filled him with dense essence. Cultivating in this room was twice as effective with half the effort.
Taking a deep breath, Song Yan sat cross-legged in the chamber. With his heart-knot resolved, he could sense that his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage was imminent.
As his core technique circulated, his perfected golden core began to beat like a heart—thump, thump.
"Crack!"
After a while, a crack appeared on the surface of the golden core.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack!"
The cracks kept multiplying.
After a quarter of an hour, the golden core gave a crisp snap, and then a tiny, pale hand reached out from within.
A moment later, a second little hand emerged.
Then two little feet poked out, and finally, a head burst forth from the golden core—its face identical to Song Yan’s own.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
The golden core shell on the little figure kept flaking away, eventually melting into pools of golden liquid and merging into the tiny body.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed through the void—the tribulation thunder that comes when forming the Nascent Soul. Unfortunately, inside the Divine Temple, Song Yan could only hear it, not see it.
Although mortal tribulation lightning is powerful, it can’t break into the Divine Temple to strike anyone directly. With a thought, Song Yan drew the tribulation inside and had the Temple grind it down into pure energy, then fed it into his nascent soul.
After absorbing the tribulation’s power, the newborn nascent soul grew noticeably stronger.
Early Nascent Soul!
He’d done it!
A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Song Yan’s mouth.
But the newly formed nascent soul still needed to be stabilized, so he adjusted the Temple’s time flow and cultivated in the training chamber for ten days.
After ten days, his early Nascent Soul realm was fully consolidated.
Then he took out the immortal arts spellbook, planning to train in a couple of techniques for self-defense.
In the end, Song Yan picked three immortal arts to cultivate.
The first was World-Shaping Avatar, the second was Primal Heaven-Crushing Palm, and the third was Supreme Slaughter Art.
World-Shaping Avatar let him transform into a hundred-zhang-tall giant, with a massive boost in strength. However, it consumed a huge amount of energy—at early Nascent Soul, he could only maintain it for thirty seconds before exhausting his true essence.
Primal Heaven-Crushing Palm was a formidable immortal palm technique. It gathered primal force from heaven and earth and stored it in the body, then unleashed it as the Heaven-Crushing Palm to break any magical power.
Supreme Slaughter Art was an offensive technique that absorbed blood-qi, killing intent, and baleful aura from battlefields. In short, mastering it meant not only fearing group battles less, but actually growing fiercer the longer the fight.
All three immortal arts were incredibly powerful, but mastering them was no easy feat. Even with Song Yan’s talent, it took three full months of cultivation inside the Temple just to reach Initiation level in each.
Each immortal art had five realms: Initiation, Minor Achievement, Proficient, Great Achievement, and Perfection.
Reaching Perfection in these arts would require not just time, but also lots of real combat.
With a thought, Song Yan exited the Divine Temple and returned to the outside world.
It was just seven in the morning outside.
After getting up and washing, Song Yan went out into the courtyard and practiced a set of fists.
Finishing his routine, Song Yan threw together a quick breakfast, then drove to the Special Police Base.
Near noon, Gao Sen rushed in to report: Thunder Regiment operatives were fighting two resistance members in the city, causing heavy damage and civilian injuries.
Hearing this, Song Yan immediately led a squad of Special Police to the scene to restore order.