Chapter 318

"Uh, are you sure this is a normal cultivation method?" Saliman looked at Li En, her beautiful face filled with hesitation and unease.

"Certain." Li En himself, however, looked perfectly calm.

"Don't you really need me to call a priest? If it's some strange curse, the sooner you expel it, the better."

"No need. It's truly cultivation—a strange master taught it to me."

Faced with Saliman's concern, Li En could only offer soothing words.

Although he himself found the posture peculiar, it seemed this was the only way to approach that Heroic Soul.

"What kind of strange master would make an apprentice hang upside down from the ceiling, blindfolded, meditating?" the serpent woman muttered, even though she vaguely guessed it was a Heroic Soul—this head-down cultivation method was just too bizarre.

"Actually, it should be hung from the city wall; I've already cut corners."

At this moment, Li En hung upside down beneath the ceiling, wearing an eye patch and preparing to seal his ears.

The rope, pulled by gravity, rotated slowly, and he turned like a slab of pork suspended from a hook.

"Wait till we eat some spinning roast meat," Li En forced himself to ignore Saliman's muttering and the sound of her drooling.

He tried to listen to his heartbeat, trying to activate the Heroic Soul's soul ability—since obtaining it, Li En had never felt how to use it.

Now, it seemed he finally received guidance.

【Soul Ability—Heartbeat (Diamond Rank): Your heartbeat is the most moving melody in this world.】

By rank alone, this was Li En's highest-tier ability.

But its effect was practically nonexistent; for days, Li En had been unable to activate it at all.

"Feel your heart beating—uh, thump-thump-thump, it's loud, but what's the point?"

Li En's soul ability activated; he could sense his heart's vibrations, even felt he could somewhat control it—but what good was that?

He tried to control it slightly, then immediately turned beet red, feeling his veins about to burst.

He hastily stopped, his face turning deathly pale, nearly fainting from lack of breath.

"Phew, deadly, deadly!" Li En gasped for air, quickly restoring his heartbeat to normal.

It seemed this, like breathing, was an instinctive function—you'd better not tamper with it, or you'd either bleed out or die of cardiac arrest.

"Pant… pant… I can't take it anymore."

After this ordeal, Li En fell straight to the ground; clearly, the cultivation method he'd borrowed had utterly failed.

He sat on the floor, rubbing his chest hard, taking several deep breaths, slowly regaining his composure.

"At least there's some meaning—now I've ruled out one wrong option: this thing can't be messed with blindly."

This soul ability, taken literally, seemed to allow you to make your heart beat according to your will and produce a "drumbeat." Without a complementary ability, it could only be used for suicide.

"Guess I'll have to wait for the next lesson—probably still terrible; our compatibility is practically nonexistent."

In music, Li En had absolutely no talent; learning this inheritance would be extremely difficult.

But Li En had indeed obtained what he wanted.

The illusory holy symbol now hung around Li En's neck, gradually becoming "real." It seemed this was also an " Yinzaowu " crafted by the deity's mortal vessel.

Yet, it differed slightly from his expectations, and Li En dared not use it.

"The divine corpse isn't in the Star Realm."

The Star Realm, a peculiar plane, where time and space were chaotic—without guidance, one would wander endlessly.

Due to its unique nature, it became a "divine graveyard," where the corpses of deities fallen into eternal slumber drifted in, awaiting a vanishingly slim chance of awakening.

Many false-god cults, borrowing even a sliver of true divine power, often borrowed from divine corpses.

They hired specialized Star Realm adventurers to seek out those dormant "divine power servers" and use them as "meat-pig servers."