Let's put it this way, theoretically speaking. The greater the number of Dao Seals, the higher the quality of the Dao Soul will be. If it is a high-quality Dao Seal, meaning it originates from a high-quality Martial Skill, such as a Saint-tier Martial Skill, the Seal it generates will contribute more to improving the Dao Soul's quality than a Seal generated by an Advanced-tier Martial Skill.

Dao Seals, they actually relate to the quality of the Dao Soul? Qian Jin pondered this, nodding repeatedly. The Bloodline Martial Skills of the Ten Great Bloodline Warrior Families—each one of them was a Saint-tier Martial Skill, and some families even possessed more than one set of bloodline-specific Saint-tier Martial Skills.

Powerful status and vast social influence naturally allowed them to collect more high-quality Martial Skills, and the Dao Souls condensed by these Bloodline Warrior Families were naturally more formidable.

A flash of insight sparked in Qian Jin's mind; he suddenly understood why the Bloodline Warriors were so powerful yet still willing to enroll in the War Academies for further study.

The War Academies not only provided higher-quality Retainers but were also places to learn the art of military command.

Moreover, every high-level War Academy housed a Martial Skill Development Department, where many white-haired, gifted Martial Skill designers, relying on experience and genius thinking, created various new mature or immature Martial Skills.

These Bloodline Warriors could learn these new Martial Skills, whether mature or immature, through various channels and take them back to their upper-echelon families, allowing future Bloodline Warriors to accumulate more Dao Seals and condense stronger Dao Souls.

"Next, we talk about Dao Seals." Enlack pointed at the Dao Seals upon the sword-shaped Dao Soul: "Once a Dao Seal is formed, it generates a special kind of power. When a Warrior encounters a moment of extreme peril, they can forcibly activate the Dao Seal, causing it to shatter and unleash extraordinary might."

Enlack smiled as he watched Qian Jin comprehend, though he struggled to articulate his understanding: "Let's put it this way, how powerful would the force be if all the Dao Seals within my Dao Soul shattered simultaneously?"

Qian Jin's eyes widened, staring blankly at Enlack: "This power... perhaps... perhaps it could wipe out the entire village..."

"Hmph hmph..." Enlack chuckled, shaking his head repeatedly: "You underestimate the power unleashed when my Dao Seals shatter."

More than that? Qian Jin felt as if his throat had suddenly been choked, leaving him speechless; the power was unimaginably immense.

"Do you understand now?" Enlack clapped Qian Jin on the shoulder: "Continuously practicing Dou Qi can indeed enhance your Dou Qi, even causing your Dao Soul to mature early... No, if you possess no Dao Seals at all, you fundamentally cannot condense a Dao Soul."

Qian Jin finally grasped it completely: to nurture a Dao Soul, one must condense Dao Seals, and to possess an increasingly powerful Dao Soul, one must relentlessly study diverse Martial Skills to increase the quantity of Dao Seals.

If one gave up practicing Dao Seals, or only condensed one or two, they might—if their Dou Qi reached a certain level—barely manage to condense a Dao Soul, but the quality of that soul would be exceedingly poor.

A subpar Dao Soul could never achieve Sainthood.

The only way to possess a formidable, high-quality Dao Soul was to continuously practice Dao Seals and increase the number of high-quality ones; even the power unleashed upon their shattering would become greater.

"A truly complete Dao Seal," Enlack calculated seriously, "if it comes from a Saint-tier Martial Skill, even if you haven't mastered that skill itself to its peak, it can unleash at least five times the power."

Five times? Qian Jin gasped, sucking in cold air. The incomplete Dao Seal that shattered previously, unleashing only single-fold power, was enough to severely wound the Blazing Thistle Cactus. If it were five times that power? Perhaps a single blow back then would have been fatal.

"Alright, I've told you what needs to be said; you can go now." Enlack waved his hand, ushering Qian Jin out of the Dou Qi chamber: "Next time you defeat someone here, I will teach you the special technique for shattering Dao Seals without harming your body."

A method to shatter Dao Seals without physical harm? Qian Jin sat in the sand, looking up at the first moon rising in the sky, his mind replaying Enlack’s words incessantly.

The shattering of the Dao Seal during the fight against the Blazing Thistle Cactus—the pain in his Dao Heart felt as if a spear had pierced it. What exactly was that method?

Fen Tu Kuang Ge, spirited and energetic, hopped out of the mountain, clutching a Dou Crystal and metal, re-burying himself.

Duan Feng Buer held a Magic Core in his hand—the same one used previously at the Pan Family's Second Altar. He chuckled, plopping down beside Qian Jin, and casually presented the Magic Core before him: "Look at this. I remember there weren't these markings on Magic Cores before."

Qian Jin took the Magic Core, held it up to his forehead, and observed it carefully against the moonlight. The once radiant Magic Core was now covered in bizarre, strange patterns. His pupils gradually contracted, contracting further and further.

Magic Array—the special Magic Array stored deep within the core of a Magic Core was precisely what granted magical beasts their innate, unique talents, magical abilities that humans could never learn.

Traditionally, the Magic Array of an innate magical ability was forever hidden at the very center of the Magic Core; the moment the core was opened meant the destruction of that Array, preventing humans from even extracting trace amounts of the precious formation.

The Magic Core of the Sand Python, a High-tier magical beast, had even stricter protection for its Magic Array; no one had ever succeeded in extracting it.

Now, these Magic Arrays, which should have been concealed in the core's deepest recesses, were entirely visible on the surface of the Magic Core. Qian Jin’s hand trembled slightly: "How did these appear?"

"I don't know either," Duan Feng Buer squirmed a few times on the sandy ground. A scattering of sand was swept away by his backside, and he reclined, gazing at the stars: "When I woke up that day and looked at this thing you gave me again, these patterns had emerged."

"Could it be?" In Qian Jin's mind, scenes of the Second Altar glowing brightly flashed back. Was it that altar? Those complex Magic Arrays, and the ability to extract Magic Arrays from Magic Cores? Regardless of whether this was truly the case, the Sand Python's innate magic was now manifested, and gifting it to Bi Luo would still be a decent present.

As for submitting it to the Academy? Qian Jin shook his head. He didn't lack the few gold coins awarded for submitting new types of magic; there was no need to share something like this with other Mages, especially since submitting it might one day lead the Elven King Bloodline to learn it, and he had no intention of helping the Elven King Bloodline.

"I'll take this for now," Qian Jin flipped his hand and tossed the Magic Core into the Dou Realm. He reached out and caught a fiery red Magic Core thrown by Cekefulit—the core of the Blazing Thistle Cactus.

Compared to the Sand Python's core, this one was larger, almost the size of a human head, but the magical power it contained was far less potent than the Sand Python's—this was the difference between a Mid-tier and a High-tier magical beast.

Mid-tier magical beasts continuously increase their magical power, causing their Magic Cores to grow larger; the size of a Mid-tier beast's core was directly proportional to its strength.

When Mid-tier beasts advance to High-tier, they learn to compress their magical power, shrinking vast Magic Cores down to very small sizes. Legends spoke of Magic Cores the size of a grain of rice containing enough magical power to instantly blow apart hundreds of Grand Mages, or even Archmages.

"Qian Jin," Duan Feng Buer stared greedily at the Blazing Thistle Cactus Magic Core: "Do you think it contains that special ability to grow spikes on its body?"

Qian Jin gazed blankly at the Magic Core, lost in thought. Theoretically, every Blazing Thistle Cactus core should possess this special innate ability, but the one they encountered that day, which was smooth and shaped like a large radish, had not grown any spikes.

"I'll figure out a way in a few days to see what's inside," Qian Jin gently rotated the massive Magic Core between his fingers, his eyebrows subtly raised as he looked at Duan Feng Buer: "What? Are you interested in extracting this ability?"

"Don't you think it's cool?" Duan Feng Buer grinned at Qian Jin: "If my entire body instantly sprouted needles, and every single needle was coated with the Sand Python's potent poison, then I jump into the Demon Race army on the Human-Demon Battlefield..."

Qian Jin stared stunned at Duan Feng Buer. This was truly a mad idea—countless poisonous needles flying everywhere, more terrifying than his own Repeating Arrows.

If the Sand Python's poison was originally a combat support mode meant for one-on-one or one-on-two duels, then combining the Blazing Thistle Cactus's spikes with the Sand Python's venomous properties would transform it into a combat style effective against hordes of enemies.

Pan Hongji's ears twitched repeatedly as he observed Duan Feng Buer with great interest. This young man possessed a natural instinct for combat, unlike many Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warriors who only sought higher-level magical beast cores without considering how different abilities might synergize.

Such fine talent, yet none of them belonged to the Pan Family? Pan Hongji ran a hand through his hair, a wave of inexpressible gloom washing over him. Qian Jin, that little monster, was one thing—after all, he carried the blood of the Qian Family. But Duan Feng Buer carried far more blood of the Nine-Headed Serpent Family, yet his surname was Duan Feng, not Pan.

Qian Jin lay down in the sand like Duan Feng Buer, feeling the coolness radiating from his back. The night falling over the Ancient Desolate Sand Sea also carried away the scorching heat.

"The stars, they really are beautiful," Lucifer Flowing Water lay quietly beside Qian Jin, her voice softer and more genuine than ever before: "For a long, long time, I haven't looked up at the stars in the sky. Vast, brilliant, filled with endless, mysterious beauty."

Qian Jin turned his head to look at the Demoness beside him. Setting aside her seductive demeanor and aura, and casting off her proud princess bearing, this Fallen Angel Bloodline Demoness possessed an indescribable, delicate beauty.

The ever-changing Qian Jin searched through every word he knew, feeling that only this single term could properly describe this Demoness. Luo Qingqing was a beauty, and Gu Yue Jiaying was also a rare beauty; yet, they each possessed their own unique aesthetic. Luo Qingqing was vibrant with youthful energy, while Gu Yue Jiaying's transcendent, detached demeanor belonged to her beauty.

Lucifer Flowing Water shifted between melancholic, delicate, and sentimental, her temperament changing constantly, making it hard to imagine which was her true face, and which was the mask she wore? Or perhaps, all of it was real, or maybe it was all fake.

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