Hadjar saw the path lying in front of him. Long and thorny, it would lead him to a goal so distant that most practitioners had never even considered striving for it. That was why he needed a lot more power than others.
What was a new soul? It was simply a clearer outline of your own power. How you shaped your ‘soul’ would determine what kind of Heaven Soldier you would become. If you had enough power to break through to the level of a true cultivator, that is.
The haze of his awakened spirit resisted Hadjar’s manipulations. It refused to condense and absorb the knowledge and experience that Hadjar had acquired during the years he’d wandered the world. The true essence of any person strived for comfort and consistency, and Hadjar, at the moment, was committing violence against himself.
