Chapter 6451 - 6460

 

“Speak.”

“Since the Palace Master wanted to kill those two, why didn’t you do it in the Heavenly Pole Palace? The Palace Master was seriously injured at the time. If we had forcibly detained them and retrieved the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, it wouldn’t have been difficult. Why did you let them go and then send people to the Loose Cultivator City to hunt them down?”

The Heavenly Pole Venerable glanced at him but didn’t answer immediately.

He slowly stood up, stepped down from his throne, and came before the four elders.

“Do you know who Chi Yan and Han Yuan are?”

Elder Zhao was taken aback. “They are newly promoted Golden Immortals of the Divine Race, here to report for duty in the Palace.”

“Yes. They are here to

report for duty.” The Heavenly Pole Venerable’s voice was soft, but every word was heavy. “You should know the rules of the Divine Race in the Golden Immortal Realm. All newly promoted Golden Immortals must report for duty in the Palace designated by the main altar.

If they die during their reporting period, if they die in the Heavenly Pole Palace, how will I explain it to the main altar? Will I still be able to hold my position as Palace Master?”

The four elders remained silent.

“But if they leave the Heavenly Pole Palace and go to the Loose Cultivator City, and die there, then it has nothing to do with the Heavenly Pole Palace.”

A cold smile curled at the corner of the Heavenly Pole Venerable’s lips. “In a place like the Loose Cultivator City, murder and robbery are commonplace. Who would investigate the death of a few Golden Immortals? Even if the main altar investigates, they won’t be able to trace it back to the Heavenly Pole Palace.”

Elder Zhao suddenly realized and bowed, saying, “Palace Master is wise.”

The Heavenly Pole Venerable waved his hand, “No need for further words. Go quickly and return quickly. The Soul-Suppressing Pearl must be brought back. I am determined to obtain that supreme treasure.”

“Yes!”

The four elders accepted the order in unison and turned to leave the main hall.

…

The Crimson Flame Venerable and the Cold Abyss Venerable rested in the Loose Cultivator City for two days.

On the first day, the two did not go out, but simply recuperated and healed their injuries in the inn.

The Crimson Flame Venerable’s old injuries had not fully healed, and the Cold Abyss Venerable also needed to stabilize his divine soul.

The two went into seclusion, neither disturbing the other.

On the evening of the second day, the Cold Abyss Venerable suggested going out to gather information.

Crimson Flame Venerable initially wanted to refuse, but after thinking it over, he reasoned that staying here would only lead to waiting idly, so going out for a stroll might be better.

The two changed into ordinary gray robes, concealed their auras, and blended into the crowd of the rogue cultivator city.

The night in the rogue cultivator city was even more bustling than the day.

Shops along the streets lit up with spirit lanterns, their multicolored lights intertwining to illuminate the entire street.

There were more vendors, selling a wider variety of goods.

Some sold broken magical artifacts unearthed from ruins, some sold pills of unknown origin, and some sold spirit beast inner cores that supposedly could enhance cultivation.

It was difficult to distinguish the genuine from the fake, the good from the bad; whether to buy or not depended entirely on one’s discernment.

Crimson Flame Venerable and Cold Abyss Venerable walked through the crowd, their eyes scanning every stall, their ears catching every piece of information.

They were listening, listening to people discuss the situation in the Seventeenth Heaven, listening to people talk about the powerful figures and forces in various places.

“Have you heard? The Guiyuan Sect in the Northern Region is recruiting recently,” a rogue cultivator whispered to his companion.

“Guiyuan Sect? That sect made up of rogue human cultivators?” another rogue cultivator asked.

“Yes. I heard their sect leader, Guiyuanzi, is currently searching for rare and precious materials that can repair damage to the soul. He’s offering a high price, but his requirements are also very high.”

“Repair the soul?” The first rogue cultivator smiled. “Whose soul is damaged?”

“Who knows? Anyway, Guiyuan Sect isn’t short of money. If we can find something like that, we’ll be rich.”

Upon hearing the words “repair the soul,” Crimson Flame Venerable’s heart stirred slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

Guiyuan Sect was a human power, irrelevant to him.

The two continued walking forward.

Just then, Cold Abyss Venerable’s steps suddenly faltered.

“What’s wrong?” Crimson Flame Venerable asked in a low voice.

A cold glint flashed in Cold Abyss Venerable’s silver eyes. “Someone is following us. Not an ordinary rogue cultivator, but a Golden Immortal.”

Crimson Flame Venerable’s expression changed.

He quietly released his divine sense, spreading it outwards.

Soon, he also sensed it; four Golden Immortal-level auras were surrounding them from four directions.

He recognized those auras; they belonged to the Heavenly Pole Palace.

“That old man from the Heavenly Pole Palace!” Crimson Flame Venerable gritted his

teeth, his voice filled with rage. “He really won’t let go.” Cold Abyss Venerable said nothing more, turning and walking towards the city gate. “Let’s go, don’t fight here. The Loose Cultivator City is crowded and noisy; a fight will expose our identities.”

The two quickened their pace, weaving through the bustling crowd, hurrying towards the city gate.

Four auras followed closely behind, unhurried, like hunters herding their prey.

Once outside the city gate, the two leaped into the air, transforming into two streaks of light, one red and one silver, speeding towards the northern wasteland.

Four golden rays of light also soared into the sky behind them, relentlessly pursuing.

The Seventeenth Heaven, the boundless wasteland stretched for thousands of miles.

The dark purple sky pressed low, three blazing suns hung high, their golden, silver, and crimson rays intertwining and pouring down, dyeing the barren wasteland a dark, blood-red hue.

The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy, the wind howled through the withered grass, stirring up fine dust, desolate and chilling.

This wasteland had no mountains to shield it, no dense forests to conceal it, no caves to hide in; the view was unobstructed. Anyone who took to the air could not hide within a thousand miles. It was an excellent place for battle, and also a place for desperate escape.

*Whoosh—*

A sharp sound tore through the air, six powerful streaks of light suddenly ripped through the dark golden sky, moving at extreme speed, leaving six long, blinding streaks of light in the sky. The commotion was immense, causing the spiritual energy of the surrounding wasteland to tremble violently.

The two streaks of light ahead fled in panic, their auras disordered, their spiritual energy severely depleted. They were none other than the fleeing Crimson Flame Venerable and Cold Abyss Venerable.

Both were exhausted, their old wounds aroused, the road ahead uncertain, and the killing intent closing in from behind. They were already in a passive and desperate situation.

Four golden beams of light relentlessly pursued them from behind, relentlessly closing the distance, their oppressive aura surging forth. Every inch the distance closed meant death was drawing ever closer.

The gap was rapidly shrinking, a matter of life and death hanging by a thread.

The Crimson Flame Venerable suppressed the churning blood in his chest and endured the throbbing pain within his body, unable to resist glancing back.

One glance was enough to darken his expression, a chill running down his spine; the situation was dire.

Of the four golden beams behind, the two leading ones surged with incredible speed and explosive power, like arrows released from a bow, quickly leaving their companions behind and relentlessly closing the distance to the two men. The gap was now less than a hundred feet, and close combat was imminent.

The golden figure leading the pursuit, clad in standard golden armor, exuded a thick, condensed golden aura, its sharpness intimidating.

This was none other than Elder Zhao, a core elder of the Heavenly Pole Palace. His cultivation was firmly established at the second rank of Golden Immortal, specializing in the domineering and extreme Golden Element Dao technique. His physical body was robust, his spiritual power fierce, and his explosive force overwhelming.

Most importantly, his Golden Element movement technique was unparalleled, granting him a speed far surpassing other cultivators of the same level, even exceeding that of the two newly promoted Golden Immortals, Crimson Flame and Cold Abyss.

Now, in a full-scale pursuit, he was like a tiger with wings, quickly closing in on their retreat and giving them no chance to breathe. “If we continue to flee like this, we’re doomed!”

Crimson Flame Venerable’s mind raced, his thoughts racing. His back was already soaked with cold sweat. Exhaustion, injuries, and the pursuit of his pursuers pressed down on him, leaving no room for maneuver. “There are four of them, all at the Golden Immortal level. If the two of us flee side-by-side, we’ll be too conspicuous. We

‘ll be easily surrounded and locked down, without even a chance to fight our way out. Only by splitting our escape routes and scattering the pursuers can we have a sliver of hope. Even if only one of us escapes, we can still preserve the Soul-Suppressing Pearl!”

In this critical moment, Crimson Flame Venerable no longer hesitated. He lowered his voice and

shouted sharply, “Split up! You head southeast, I’ll head northeast. Break out separately. Don’t linger in battle, focus on escaping!” Cold Abyss Venerable was always calm and decisive, with rich battlefield experience. He knew the current situation was perilous, and every word he uttered increased the risk of death.

Without the slightest hesitation, without turning back or answering, he suddenly shifted his body, his silver robe fluttering, and an extremely cold spiritual light instantly spread around him.

Transforming into a sharp silver arc, he sped off into the vast southeastern wilderness without looking back, his movements fluid and efficient, creating distance at all costs.

In the same instant, the Crimson Flame Venerable’s crimson flames surged three zhang high, the flames scorching the sky, waves of heat rolling in, forcefully changing direction and hurtling towards the northeastern wilderness at full speed, flames tearing through the air, desperately diverting the pursuers’ attention.

The two, one silver and one red, separated abruptly, heading in different directions, forcibly splitting the battlefield and breaking up the pursuers’ formation.

From the void behind, Elder Zhao’s powerful and domineering voice boomed like thunder from the heavens, echoing across the entire wasteland. His tone was decisive and ruthless, leaving no room for escape: “Split up and pursue! Form a tactical encirclement, giving them no respite!

Crimson Flame is injured and his combat strength has greatly decreased; he is the slowest, so I will personally take him down! Elder Qian, go quickly to intercept Cold Abyss and hold him back at all costs, not allowing him to escape even a step!

Elder Sun and Elder Li, flank and outflank him, cutting off all escape routes. Today, neither of them will escape! The Soul-Suppressing Pearl must be brought back intact; anyone who fails will be severely punished by the Palace Master!”

With the order given, four golden streaks of light instantly broke formation, each fulfilling its role with seamless coordination.

Two golden lights locked onto Crimson Flame Venerable, relentlessly pursuing him;

the other two golden lights changed direction, rushing southeast at full speed to surround Cold Abyss Venerable.

On the wasteland, killing intent spread everywhere, two pursuit battles unfolded simultaneously, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was stretched to its limit.

The Crimson Flame Venerable exhausted the last of his remaining primordial spiritual power, recklessly activating his innate sacred fire. Crimson flames raged around him, the fire reaching the heavens, the temperature so intense it distorted and rippled the surrounding air, making the void itself feel slightly hot.

He forcefully squeezed the potential of his Golden Immortal foundation, disregarding the loss of lifespan and the worsening of his injuries, all to gain a sliver of speed and shake off his pursuers.

However, his old injuries had already taken root and were causing him persistent pain. The previous night, the aura of the Great Luo Golden Scripture had severely damaged his soul and shaken his meridians, and he hadn’t had a moment to rest and recuperate during his all-night escape.

Under the intense, continuous high-intensity flight, excruciating pain, as if his meridians were tearing, surged wildly in his chest, and he couldn’t suppress it; a trickle of golden blood slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining his chin and clothes.

His aura visibly weakened rapidly, his movement speed decreased, and his stamina completely waned.

“Crimson Flame, stop your futile struggle, you can’t escape.”

Elder Zhao’s voice grew closer, his pressure increasing, like a persistent, stabbing wound in his ear. “The Palace Master has ordered that as long as you obediently hand over the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, your past transgressions will be forgiven, and you will be spared. You will

retain your Golden Immortal foundation and can still serve in the Heavenly Palace, enjoying its offerings. Refusing to resist will only lead to your death and the annihilation of your soul.”

Crimson Flame Venerable gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with ferocity and resentment. He remained silent, focusing only on fleeing at full speed, his heart already cold.

He knew better than anyone that a second-grade Golden Immortal was far superior to a first-grade Golden Immortal; the difference in their realms was like an insurmountable chasm.

Coupled with his severe injuries, depleted spiritual energy, and exhausted stamina, with two Golden Immortals pursuing him from behind, there was no way forward and pursuers behind. In this desperate situation, there was absolutely no hope of escape.

He couldn’t escape.

Having completely accepted reality, Crimson Flame Venerable’s panic subsided, and his composure instantly returned.

Rather than a futile escape, exhausting his spiritual energy, and ultimately being helplessly killed, it’s better to turn around on the spot, calmly plan ahead, and fight to the death, perhaps still managing to create a glimmer of hope.

With a sudden low shout, the Crimson Flame Venerable abruptly stopped all his escape light, abruptly halting his movements in mid-air. He stepped firmly into the void, turning steadily to face the two dazzling golden streaks of light approaching from behind, his expression cold and fierce, his fighting spirit surging.

The next instant, Elder Zhao and Elder Sun landed simultaneously, one in front and one behind, their positions perfectly blocking all escape routes, leaving no way out.

Elder Zhao, clad in golden armor, exuded an imposing aura, his oppressive power rolling in;

Elder Sun, with a chilling aura, gathered his spiritual energy, ready to strike from both sides at any moment.

The two worked in perfect harmony, forming a net that trapped the Crimson Flame Venerable on the spot.

“Crimson Flame, a wise man submits to circumstances.

Hand over the Soul-Suppressing Pearl obediently, and you’ll be spared the pain of flesh and blood.” Elder Zhao’s face was icy cold and expressionless. With a flick of his wrist, a long sword, pure gold

and gleaming with a sharp edge, shot out from the air and was firmly grasped in his palm. The blade was covered with layers of golden killing runes, and a sharp blade light soared into the sky, cutting through the surrounding air. A chilling aura swept over, and killing intent was palpable.

Venerable Crimson Flame sneered coldly, his eyes showing no fear. He calmly took out the dark, gloomy Soul-Suppressing Pearl from his sleeve and held it steadily in his palm.

Then, he deliberately raised it high, indicating that the other party should see it clearly. “You’ve been longing for this. If you have the ability, come and take it yourself.”

Elder Zhao’s pupils contracted slightly, his gaze fixed on the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, and a fierce, undisguised greed flashed deep in his eyes.

The treasure was so close, within easy reach. It would be difficult for anyone to remain calm.

He forcefully suppressed his restless greed, remaining completely still and maintaining a safe distance, not daring to approach and touch it rashly.

His fear wasn’t of the heavily injured and weakened Crimson Flame Venerable, but rather of the Soul-Suppressing Pearl.

The Heavenly Extreme Venerable had already issued strict warnings to everyone: the Soul-Suppressing Pearl contained a treasure with terrifying backlash; even a wisp of its aura could severely injure a top-tier Golden Immortal of the third rank. He, a mere Golden Immortal of the second rank, possessed a soul essence far inferior to the Palace Master’s.

If he rashly approached and touched it, the backlash would erupt, instantly shattering his soul and causing his immediate demise—a loss far outweighing the gain, a death sentence for greed.

“You dare not approach?”

Crimson Flame Venerable saw through his fear, his sneer growing even stronger, his tone deliberately mocking. “Since you dare not, then I will lend you a hand and bestow upon you an opportunity.”

Before his words were finished, Crimson Flame Venerable suddenly exerted force in his arm, flicking his wrist, and forcefully hurled the Soul-Suppressing Pearl from his palm into the depths of the wasteland.

The jet-black orb streaked across the sky, leaving a short, dark trail as it flew swiftly towards the desolate wilderness, disappearing from sight in an instant.
Elder Zhao’s expression changed drastically. Forgetting the encirclement of Crimson Flame Venerable and the current battle, prioritizing the treasure above all else, he instinctively turned and sped off towards the direction the Soul-Suppressing Pearl had flown, fearing he would miss the opportunity if he was even a step too late.

Elder Sun beside him also lost his focus and followed closely behind, both heading towards the depths of the wasteland to seize the treasure.

Their backs were completely exposed, their defenses breached.

Crimson Flame Venerable seized this fleeting opportunity, turning into a streak of crimson light without hesitation, using his last bit of spiritual power to flee in the opposite direction. With a flash, he quickly created distance, temporarily escaping danger.

On the other side of the wasteland, in the southeast, the killing intent was equally intense, and a fierce battle had begun.

Cold Abyss Venerable sped along at full speed, his movements swift and powerful, but he still couldn’t shake off his pursuers.

Two golden streaks of light surrounded him from the front and back, blocking him in the center of the wasteland, leaving him with no way to retreat or escape.

The one intercepting on the left was Elder Qian, a second-grade Golden Immortal, specializing in water-based, yin-cold techniques. His spiritual energy was gentle yet cold, adept at entanglement, attrition, sealing techniques, and freezing meridians.

The one intercepting on the right was Elder Li, also a second-grade Golden Immortal, specializing in violent fire-based techniques. His attacks were fierce and domineering, with extremely high explosive power, adept at frontal assaults, tearing through defenses, and crushing opponents.

Water and fire, two completely opposite spiritual energy attributes, complemented each other perfectly, complementing each other’s weaknesses. They were a unified force of offense and defense, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. When they joined forces, their combat power doubled, and their suppressive power was extremely strong.

The two had been partners in missions for many years, their cooperation was seamless, and they were experienced in encirclement and siege warfare, specifically designed to counter lone Golden Immortals.

Venerable Hanyuan stood there, his silver robe fluttering slightly in the wind, his expression remaining as cold as water from beginning to end. His silver eyes showed no ripples, no panic, no fear, and no anxiety.

With a formidable enemy at hand and encirclement imminent, his composure remained as firm as a mountain. His only movement was to slowly raise his hand and grasp the hilt of the silver-white longsword hanging at his waist. A clear

,

resonant sword cry echoed across the wasteland, instantly spreading a chilling aura.

The silver-white longsword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, and a chilling, bone-deep cold aura instantly swept over him. The surrounding withered grass froze instantly, the air temperature plummeted, and wisps of cold air seeped into his skin, an aura of murderous intent washing over him.

This sword had accompanied Venerable Hanyuan in his battles for ten thousand years, slaying countless enemies. Its chilling aura could sever souls, and its sharp edge could shatter spiritual treasures; it was his most prized possession and weapon of mass destruction.

“Hanyuan, surrender and hand over the Soul-Suppressing Pearl.”

Elder Qian’s tone was calm and even, not a threat or coercion, but rather a statement of fact as if it were a routine matter. “Alone, you cannot withstand the combined might of the two of us. To resist stubbornly will only increase your injuries and lead to your death in vain, utterly meaningless.”

Venerable Hanyuan remained silent; his silence was the only response.

His eyes turned cold, and with a sudden burst of power, his longsword was drawn from its sheath with full force. He lunged forward, and in an instant, a three-zhang-long (

approximately 10 meters) horizontal, extremely cold sword beam slashed through the air, its energy carrying a chilling, freezing force. Wherever it passed, the void frosted, and the air currents froze, sweeping straight towards Elder Qian’s throat—a deadly move from the start, leaving no room for retreat.

Elder Qian’s expression changed slightly; he dared not meet the attack head-on. A flash of spiritual light appeared beneath his feet, and he swiftly slid to the side, barely avoiding the fatal strike.

At the same moment, he slammed out a palm strike, his palm gathering a thick layer of azure spiritual energy. A chilling aura swirled around the palm wind, transforming into a large watermark, carrying a suppressive force, and slammed fiercely towards Venerable Han Yuan’s chest and dantian, intending to

severely damage his foundation and suppress his combat power. Venerable Han Yuan blocked with his longsword, precisely parrying the attack. The azure palm print slammed into the sword’s spine, exploding with a deafening roar, sending water droplets flying everywhere.

The chilling water-based spiritual energy surged wildly along the sword’s blade, colliding violently with its extreme cold sword energy. The two energies clashed and compressed, unleashing a piercing, ear-piercing shriek that sent waves of energy churning and whipping up the surrounding withered grass and dust .

Just as the two forces locked in a stalemate, a deadly attack from the flank suddenly appeared. Elder Li seized the opportunity, his figure flashing forward, crimson flames erupting around him, the fire reaching the heavens. Scorching fire-based spiritual energy coalesced into a ferocious, roaring fire dragon, complete with scales and claws, its aura menacing. Carrying the intense heat of burning everything, it swiftly pounced from the flank, aiming straight for Venerable Han Yuan’s vital back, attempting a pincer attack to inflict a fatal blow. Venerable Han Yuan remained calm under pressure, his mind utterly composed. His footwork was unpredictable, his body instantly spinning to avoid the attack from behind. Simultaneously, he swung his sword back again, unleashing another sharp, silvery-white sword beam that precisely struck the roaring fire dragon. Boom! A deafening roar echoed across the land. The silvery-white, icy sword energy clashed violently with the crimson, fiery dragon, the clash of ice and fire unleashing a violent shockwave that swept outwards instantly. Flames scattered and the chill spread in layers, instantly incinerating or freezing the vegetation within a radius of ten feet, leaving the ground cratered and devastated. The battle had officially reached its climax. Elder Qian’s water-based spiritual energy flowed relentlessly, layer upon layer, binding and sealing, constantly freezing the meridians around Venerable Hanyuan’s body, restricting his movement, relentlessly pressing forward, wearing down his stamina; Elder Li’s fire-based attacks were ferocious and relentless, wave after wave of powerful assaults, directly pressuring and tearing through his defenses, giving him no chance to recover. The two, one soft and one hard, one entangling and one attacking, cooperated seamlessly, perfectly encircling him. Although Venerable Hanyuan was a first-grade Golden Immortal with considerable combat power and superb swordsmanship, even the strongest can’t withstand a group attack. Faced with the coordinated attack of two Golden Immortals of the same rank, and after a prolonged battle, his spiritual energy was rapidly depleted, the pressure mounting, and he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, unable to hold on. With a soft “whoosh,” a flash of fire swept past, tearing his silver robe. The aftershock of the flames struck Venerable Hanyuan’s left shoulder, instantly charring and shattering his robe, leaving a scorching, painful wound. Immediately afterward, a surge of icy water spiritual energy struck, hitting the meridians in his left arm. Ice instantly spread, sealing the meridians, leaving his arm numb and stiff, making even exertion extremely difficult. More and more wounds appeared, his spiritual energy weakened, his movements slowed, and his stamina was nearing exhaustion. Defeat was inevitable, only a matter of time. Just as the battle was about to end and Venerable Hanyuan was about to be captured from exhaustion, a black shadow suddenly swept across the sky, its arc smooth, before crashing down on the wasteland. It landed on the ground not far from the battlefield, bounced lightly twice, and then settled down. It was the Soul-Suppressing Pearl that Venerable Crimson Flame had forcefully hurled. In an instant, all three sides stopped fighting simultaneously, their movements synchronized, their gazes fixed intently on the jet-black pearl, their breathing slowing in unison, and intense emotions flashing in their eyes. Elder Qian and Elder Li’s eyes were filled with undisguised greed and ecstatic joy; the treasure was right before their eyes, within easy reach . Venerable Cold Abyss, however, was filled with astonishment and confusion, his mind reeling, wondering what Crimson Flame’s intentions were. The next instant, a crimson figure, carrying the aura of a wounded warrior, sped to the edge of the battlefield. His robes were tattered, golden bloodstains covered his body, and his aura was weak and feeble—it was Venerable Crimson Flame, who had risked his life to return. “Go!”
Ignoring his injuries and the excruciating pain throughout his body, Venerable Crimson Flame let out a low shout, speaking rapidly.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the Soul-Suppressing Pearl from the ground, clenching it tightly in his palm. Without hesitation, he turned and flew at full speed towards the distant wasteland to break through the encirclement.Han Yuan Venerable instantly understood, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately broke free from the entanglement and followed closely behind Chi Yan Venerable, fleeing side by side at full speed, once again joining forces to break through the encirclement.

Elder Qian and Elder Li exchanged a glance, instantly reacting, and roared angrily, immediately giving chase.

Elder Zhao and Elder Sun, who had failed to seize the treasure in the distance, also turned back upon hearing the commotion, and the four golden streams of light merged again, forming a new encirclement and pursuit.

The six figures of light once again raced across the wasteland, pursuing at top speed, the sound of air being torn apart deafening.

Chi Yan Venerable’s injuries were becoming increasingly serious; with each step he took, his chest was filled with unbearable pain, his blood was churning, his aura was growing weaker and weaker, and his speed was visibly decreasing.

Han Yuan Venerable had been fighting relentlessly, his spiritual power was on the verge of exhaustion, his wounds were bleeding profusely, his silver robe was already heavily soaked with blood, and his physical strength was pushed to the limit.

The two ran side by side, but they had already reached the brink of despair.

Ahead lay a vast, desolate wasteland, behind them a raging inferno of killing intent; there was

no room for maneuver. Crimson Flame Venerable, struggling to maintain his speed, transmitted a low, bitter laugh, his voice filled with exhaustion and despair: “It’s no use. My spiritual energy is depleted, my injuries are reopening, we can’t escape.”

Cold Abyss Venerable remained silent for a moment, his silver eyes sweeping over the four golden lights closing in behind them. His tone was calm yet resolute: “If we can’t escape, then we won’t. Stop, fight to the death.”

The two simultaneously halted their escape, turning side by side to stand firmly on the wasteland, facing the four Golden Immortals who had surrounded them. There was no retreat, no fear, only a resolute determination to fight to the death.

Crimson Flame Venerable said nothing more, decisively raising his hand and forcefully placing the Soul-Suppressing Pearl from his palm into Cold Abyss Venerable’s hand.

His tone was extremely solemn, each word heavy: “Your physical body is intact, your spiritual power remains, and you are faster than me. You take the Soul-Suppressing Pearl and leave; I will stay behind to cover your retreat, desperately holding them off to buy you time to escape.”

Venerable Hanyuan shook his head slightly, his attitude resolute: “We’ll go together. We’ve stood side by side since then, never living alone.”

“I can’t leave.” Venerable Chiyan smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with relief and resentment. “My injuries are too severe, my Dao foundation is damaged, and I’m already exhausted. Even if I escape, I won’t live more than three days. Staying to die in battle is more satisfying.

You take the treasure and escape, find a reclusive expert who can refine it, and preserve your opportunity. If you have the chance in the future, avenge my death today.”

Before Venerable Hanyuan could offer any more advice, Venerable Chiyan had already turned around, his crimson holy fire suddenly blazing violently, flames soaring into the sky, the firelight dyeing half of the desolate horizon red.

He held nothing back, no longer caring about his life, directly detonating half of his original spiritual power, burning his lifespan potential, and overdrawing his Golden Immortal foundation, forcibly raising his cultivation from the first rank of Golden Immortal to the second rank in a short period of time. His body

was engulfed in flames, his aura surged, and his fighting spirit soared.

Elder Zhao frowned deeply upon seeing this, his expression grave, and he warned his companions in a deep voice: “He’s going all out, burning his original lifespan. His explosive power is extremely strong. We cannot fight him head-on. Spread out in all directions, circle around and encircle him, wear him down. Don’t confront him directly!”

The four Golden Immortals instantly dispersed in all directions, forming a circle, their spiritual power ready to be unleashed. They applied pressure simultaneously from the four directions, taking turns attacking, avoiding a direct confrontation with the Crimson Flame Venerable, and instead using attrition tactics to slowly wear him down.

The Crimson Flame Venerable’s eyes were bloodshot as he charged forward recklessly, his longsword condensed from holy fire in his hand.

Every strike was delivered with the utmost effort, every blow carried a desperate resolve to perish together. Each strike was a desperate act, each move a fight to the death, flames

crisscrossing as they forcefully withstood the relentless onslaught of the four. The violent shockwaves of spiritual energy spread outwards, burning the withered grass of the wasteland to ashes and cracking the ground with

countless fissures. But two fists cannot fight four hands, and valor

cannot withstand a combined attack. One man’s desperate struggle was ultimately no match for the combined encirclement of four Golden Immortals.

In the next instant, a flash of golden light pierced the air, and the Crimson Flame Venerable’s left arm was severed, golden blood gushing forth, staining the wasteland before him crimson.

Immediately afterward, a surge of water-based spiritual energy pierced his chest, leaving him a bloody mess and his Dao foundation damaged. Finally, a heavy golden palm struck his back, the sound of bones shattering ringing out, his internal organs severely injured.

Golden blood splattered everywhere, splashing onto the withered earth, a horrifying sight.

Crimson Flame Venerable’s body crashed to the ground, slamming heavily into a pool of blood. His eyes were wide open, gazing at the dark golden sky, filled with resentment, regret, and hatred. His breath ceased completely, his life extinguished.

On the wasteland, the wind stopped, the fire died down, and the killing intent stagnated.

Cold Abyss Venerable stood silently, gazing at Crimson Flame Venerable’s cold body lying in the pool of blood. For the first time, a ripple stirred deep within his silver eyes.

There was no sorrow, no lament, only a chilling, overwhelming rage that quietly grew and spread, freezing his heart.

Side by side, they had entered the Seventeenth Heaven together, ventured into the Heavenly Palace together, plotted opportunities together, and endured dangers together. Today, in the blink of an eye, they were separated forever, killed in battle on the wasteland.

He would remember this grudge.

Elder Zhao slowly stepped forward, his cold gaze sweeping over the corpse on the ground before turning to Cold Abyss Venerable.

His tone was utterly cold, his voice indifferent: “Han Yuan, the tide has turned. One man cannot fight against four. Hand over the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, and we may spare your life. Resist to the end, and your fate will be no different from Chi Yan’s.”

Venerable Han Yuan remained silent, standing still, his palm tightly gripping the pitch-black Soul-Suppressing Pearl with extreme force.

The next instant, he suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a cold light. He raised his arm high, lifting the Soul-Suppressing Pearl into the air, and then, without hesitation, slammed it down hard onto the solid ground!

“No! Stop!”

Elder Zhao’s face suddenly turned ashen, and he shouted in a hoarse voice, rushing forward at full speed, trying to intercept it, seize the treasure, and salvage the situation.

It was too late.

Bang!

A muffled, loud sound echoed across the wasteland.

The Soul-Suppressing Pearl crashed into the ground, shattering instantly, countless pitch-black fragments flying everywhere, scattered all over the ground.

The sealing power of the pearl instantly dissipated, and the long-sealed purple divine soul within, freed from its restraints, slowly floated out from the fragments, revealing itself to the world.

The purple divine soul shimmered and swayed gently; at its core, the warm golden light of the Great Luo Golden Scripture flickered, possessing an ancient majesty that protected the origin of the divine soul, remaining steadfast.

Elder Zhao trembled with rage, his anger surging, and he gritted his teeth, growling, “You’re insane! You dare destroy the treasure’s container, ruining your own future!”

Venerable Hanyuan remained silent, his eyes filled with chilling intent. He raised his hand, drew his sword, and a silver light flashed as he slashed directly at the purple divine soul.

He would rather destroy this wisp of divine soul, this treasure, with his own hands than let it fall into the hands of the Heavenly Palace, he would not allow his opponents to succeed.

The piercing silver light tore through the air, arriving before the divine soul in an instant, a fatal blow imminent.

At that very moment, a sudden change occurred.
A deep ,

ancient Daoist sound resounded from the depths of the divine soul.

Sensing a fatal crisis, the Great Luo Golden Scripture autonomously exerted all its power to protect its master. The golden light protecting its body instantly surged violently, transforming into an indestructible golden shield that firmly enveloped and protected Kai’s entire purple divine soul, impervious to all attacks. The

sharp silver light slashed fiercely at the golden shield, like a firefly hitting the sun and moon, a mantis trying to stop a chariot. It shattered, annihilated, and dissipated instantly, leaving not even a faint mark, failing to harm the divine soul in the slightest.

Venerable Han Yuan’s pupils suddenly contracted, his heart filled with shock, his face filled with disbelief.

Elder Zhao, Elder Qian, and the others were also stunned on the spot, their expressions frozen, staring blankly at the scene before them, their hearts filled with horror. Such defense was too heaven-defying, unbelievable.

Before everyone could react, the purple divine soul moved slightly, autonomously changing direction, transforming into a condensed, extremely fast purple stream of light, using the power of the golden light protecting it, and sped away into the depths of the wasteland.

The speed was extreme, covering a thousand miles in an instant, disappearing into the vast expanse of the world without a trace.

“Chase! We must retrieve the divine soul, we cannot let it escape!”

Elder Zhao, regaining his senses, roared angrily and took the lead in accelerating after it.

The other three elders dared not slacken, following closely behind, the four golden lights racing at full speed towards the direction where the purple light had disappeared.

On the wasteland, only Venerable Hanyuan remained alone in the wind.

He raised his eyes to the distant horizon, remained silent for a long time, then turned slightly and silently left in the opposite direction, departing alone, his back lonely, hiding his anger, waiting for the opportunity for revenge.

The purple light raced across the vast wasteland without rest, not daring to stop for even a moment.

Kai’s divine soul was curled up in the thick, warm golden light of the Great Luo Golden Scripture, his mind tense, fleeing at full speed.

He couldn’t see the pursuers behind him, but he could clearly sense the lingering pressure of the four Golden Immortals behind him, their killing intent still lingering, relentlessly pursuing him.

He had only one thought: run, run for his life, he couldn’t stop, for if he stopped, his soul and spirit would be annihilated. He raced

through the night, traversing thousands of miles of desolate plains.

The three blazing suns on the horizon slowly shifted, the sky gradually brightening, morning light spilling across the earth, clearly revealing the outline of the wasteland.

Kai finally couldn’t hold on any longer; his soul was utterly exhausted. He forced his escape light to slowly land on a remote, desolate low hill, temporarily resting and hiding.

Looking around, all he saw was desolation. Rolling hills stretched endlessly, withered yellow grass swaying in the wind, utterly deserted, without caves to hide in, without spiritual springs to nourish oneself, without a trace of cultivators—a remote and isolated place, cut off from the world.

The air was thick with the dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth, carrying sharp and violent fragments of Golden Immortal Laws, which drifted about silently and invisibly, constantly assaulting all living beings around them.

The golden light of the Great Luo Golden Scripture barely kept the deadly fragments of laws at bay, protecting his soul.

However, Kai’s soul was already extremely weak, and the days of travel and fright had greatly depleted it, pushing it to its limit.

Even with the golden light protecting him, he couldn’t withstand the erosion of the remaining power of the laws. His soul

felt a sharp, numb pain, was exhausted and on the verge of collapse and death. His most urgent and only way out was to find a complete physical body to rebuild his body and stabilize his soul;

or to find a superior soul-nourishing secret realm to absorb soul-nourishing spiritual energy, nourish his soul’s origin, and stabilize his injuries.

There was no other way out.

But in the vast Seventeenth Heaven, adrift in a foreign land, without relatives or friends, surrounded by enemies and lurking dangers, where

could he find a physical body? Where could he find a soul-nourishing secret realm?

It was as difficult as ascending to heaven, the road ahead filled with despair.

The wind rustled across the desolate plains, a lonely and chilling sound.

Three blazing suns hung high overhead, their dark golden light enveloping the vast expanse of land. The world was boundless, yet there was no one to rely on, no place to find refuge.

Kai’s mind was in a daze, involuntarily recalling his days in the Sixteenth Heaven, the peaceful times in Freedom Valley, his comrades-in-arms, Jiang Xuelan’s gentle eyes, and countless familiar figures.

Lin Yuan fell tragically, Zhao Tieshan collapsed to the ground weeping. Old Zhao, the tall, thin man, the middle-aged woman, Old Xu—vivid faces flashed through his mind, finally freezing in the instant of death.

To protect their homeland, to resist the gods, everyone had died in battle. Only he remained, a wisp of a soul, adrift in a foreign land, helpless and without support, powerless to avenge himself, powerless to return.

Grief and indignation surged in his heart, a bitter taste lingered in his soul, and the pain was unbearable.

Kai slowly composed himself, suppressing his overwhelming grief and despair, and forcibly stabilizing his trembling soul.

He could not die, nor could he allow himself to perish.

The blood feud remained unavenged, the souls of his fallen comrades rested in peace, and his homeland was yet to be returned to. He had to live, he had to rebuild his physical body, he had to return to the Sixteenth Heaven, and settle scores with all his enemies.

“Bei Mingyuan,” Kai murmured, using his divine sense to silently call out to his companions.

“I’m here,” Bei Mingyuan’s weak yet steady voice slowly echoed from the depths of his consciousness, his remnant soul also severely depleted.

“What should we do now that we’re in this predicament? The road ahead is uncertain, and we have nowhere to go,” Kai asked in a low voice, his voice betraying his exhaustion.

Bei Mingyuan remained silent for a moment, quickly assessing the surrounding aura, spiritual energy, and concentration of laws. He calmly analyzed the situation and replied in a deep voice, “Your soul is severely depleted and extremely weak. You cannot withstand prolonged exposure to the violent spiritual energy of the Seventeenth Heaven.

The fragments of Golden Immortal laws here are too dense, with extremely strong corrosive power. Even with the protection of the Great Luo Golden Scripture, you cannot last long; your soul will eventually dissipate.

The most urgent task is to leave this wasteland immediately and head north.

The Northern Region is crisscrossed by mountains, with relatively mild spiritual energy, numerous secret realms, many sects, and frequent visits from cultivators. There are more opportunities, and you are likely to find a place to nourish your soul, or even find rare and precious materials and opportunities to reshape your physical body.”

Kai silently nodded, saying nothing more. He suppressed all his emotions, activated the golden light of the Great Luo Golden Scripture to envelop his soul, and, supporting his weary body, rose and continued his journey towards the vast northern horizon, seeking survival step by step.

Kai traveled north, drifting alone across the wasteland for three days and three nights.

For three days, all he could see were endless barren mountains, withered grass, and a dark sky. No cities, villages, cultivators’ cooking smoke, or sect lights were visible; only loneliness and danger accompanied him.

His soul grew weaker day by day, the golden protective shield visibly dimming and thinning, its defensive power constantly decreasing. Sharp fragments of Golden Immortal Laws gradually pierced through the shield, eroding his soul bit by bit, causing unbearable pain and tormenting his body and mind.

His consciousness began to blur frequently, his soul trembled incessantly, and the risk of collapse increased. Despair gradually enveloped his heart, and he was almost at his breaking point. On the evening of the third day, as the sun dipped below the horizon and twilight descended,

Kai, mustering his last ounce of strength, landed on a low hill, intending to rest briefly and conserve his remaining energy, even if only for a moment.

His mind was hazy, his vision blurred, and he was on the verge of despair.

Just as despair overwhelmed him, he suddenly heard clear footsteps, steady and orderly, approaching the hill.

Someone!

A living cultivator!

Kai’s spirit jolted, instantly regaining his senses. A faint hope ignited in his heart, and he quickly looked up.

In the distance, on a winding path, a young cultivator dressed in a simple gray Daoist robe walked slowly towards him. His face was handsome and gentle, he was in his early twenties, and his demeanor was calm and pure. His cultivation was

firmly planted at the peak of the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm, only one step away from becoming a Golden Immortal. His foundation was solid, and his aura was upright.

The cultivator held an ancient bronze soul-detecting mirror in his hands. A faint, shimmering light flowed across its surface as he scanned the surrounding landscape, searching for unusual phenomena and fluctuations in the soul. He was clearly a disciple of his sect on patrol or training mission in the wilderness.

As the young cultivator approached, the mirror suddenly shone brightly, its light surging and precisely locking onto Kai’s purple soul atop the hill, its movement obvious.

The cultivator abruptly stopped, his face showing surprise. Following the mirror’s guidance, he quickly stepped forward, his gaze falling upon the floating purple orb. His face was filled with astonishment as he muttered to himself, “Deep in the wilderness, deserted and uninhabited, a complete True Immortal soul has appeared out of nowhere?

The laws of the Seventeenth Heaven are violent; an ordinary soul would be eroded and disintegrated in an instant. How can this soul survive alone? Strange, truly strange.”

Curious, he crouched down, carefully examining the purple soul, wanting to reach out and touch it to investigate its secrets.

The moment his fingertip approached, the protective golden light of the Great Luo Golden Scripture instantly flared up on its own, and a gentle yet powerful elastic force suddenly erupted, repelling his finger and preventing any further exploration.

The young cultivator’s surprise deepened, followed by a flicker of joy: protected by a divine weapon, possessing an extraordinary soul, this was no ordinary rogue cultivator’s remnant soul; it was highly likely to possess a fortuitous encounter. If he brought it back to the sect, it would surely bring him merit.

He no longer dared to touch it rashly, and quickly took out a communication jade slip from his robes, bowing his head and whispering a rapid report of his strange encounter in the wasteland. The jade slip flashed with spiritual light, transforming into a streak of light that streaked through the air and disappeared into the distance, urgently sending a message to the sect leader.

Having done everything, he crouched down again, speaking gently to the soul, “I don’t know if you can hear me, senior, but I mean no harm. I am Li Qingyun, a disciple of the Guiyuan Sect in the Northern Region.

Your soul is extraordinary, possessing a priceless treasure. My sect master is knowledgeable and highly skilled; he will surely protect your soul and heal and nourish it. Please

wait here patiently, senior. I will immediately return to report to my sect master and will be back within half an hour, without delay.”

With that, Li Qingyun turned and strode away, his figure quickly disappearing into the twilight of the wasteland.

Kai hovered in place, his heart pounding with unease, yet a strong hope finally ignited within him.

Guiyuan Sect, a righteous sect—perhaps this place could truly save his life, truly help him rebuild his physical body.

Less than half an hour later, footsteps sounded again.

Li Qingyun returned, accompanied by an elderly man in a green robe.

The man possessed an extraordinary air, a steady gait, a full head of white hair, a lean yet vigorous face, and eyes as bright as stars, seemingly piercing the world. A warm, azure light surrounded him, his aura peaceful and profound, devoid of any murderous intent,

yet exuding the dignity of a sect leader. The old man’s cultivation was unfathomable; he was clearly a third-grade Golden Immortal, his aura restrained yet his foundation solid. He was none other than Guiyuanzi, the current sect leader of the Guiyuan Sect.

Guiyuanzi strode forward, his gaze immediately landing on the purple divine soul, then piercing through the outer layer of purple light to precisely lock onto the faintly visible outline of an ancient, golden tome at its core.

In an instant, his pupils contracted sharply, his body trembled slightly, and his expression changed drastically, filled with disbelief. He murmured to himself, his tone brimming with endless emotion and shock: “This aura, these patterns, this ancient Daoist charm… it’s actually the Great Luo Golden Scripture, lost for tens of thousands of years!”

Kai’s soul jolted violently, his heart filled with horror.

This person actually knew the Great Luo Golden Scripture?

The opportunity had truly arrived!

Gui Yuanzi forcefully suppressed the turmoil in his heart, composed himself, and solemnly instructed the disciple beside him, “Qingyun, carefully collect the soul and take it back to the sect’s secret chamber. Keep this a secret and do not leak it to anyone.”

Li Qingyun nodded hurriedly, took out a high-grade soul-nourishing jade bottle, its mouth glowing warmly with spiritual light, containing a rich soul-nourishing liquid. He said respectfully in a soft voice, “Senior, please rest peacefully inside. The soul-nourishing liquid inside can nourish the soul, isolate it from the erosion of laws, and ensure your safety.”

Kai did not hesitate for a moment; he had no other choice now, and trust was his only hope.

He transformed into a streak of purple light and gently flew into the jade bottle.

The soul-nourishing liquid inside was cool and warm, instantly enveloping his soul. The stinging pain from the laws dissipated completely, and his fatigue was instantly relieved, leaving him feeling safe and comfortable.

Gui Yuanzi carefully put away the jade bottle, hiding it close to his body, then turned and led his disciple back, quickly leaving and heading straight for the Guiyuan Sect’s mountain gate.

Guiyuan Sect is nestled in the heart of the Northern Region of the Seventeenth Heaven, surrounded by mountains, where spiritual energy converges and dragon veins stretch endlessly.

The sect’s scale is not grand, covering only a hundred miles in circumference. It lacks the opulent splendor of divine palaces and the imposing grandeur of the Heavenly Palace.

The mountain gate is constructed of simple, ancient bluestone, and the buildings are elegant and understated, exuding the sect’s low-key, calm, and focused cultivation spirit—a place of peace and tranquility, free from worldly strife.

Guiyuanzi, returning with his divine soul, did not linger, avoiding the sight of the sect disciples, and went straight to the forbidden area behind the mountain, entering the deepest, most secluded chamber.

The walls of the chamber were engraved with high-level soul-suppressing and defensive runes, soundproofing, locking in energy, preventing detection, ensuring absolute safety and secrecy.

In the center of the chamber stood a natural warm jade platform, upon which a blue spirit-gathering crystal perpetually glowed, its warm spiritual energy continuously permeating the room, nourishing the divine soul and stabilizing the aura.

Gui Yuanzi gently placed the Soul-Nourishing Jade Bottle on the stone platform, then sat cross-legged, calming his mind and carefully probing a wisp of gentle divine sense into the bottle.

His tone was calm and steady, respectful and courteous: “Fellow Daoist, you are now in the Guiyuan Sect’s secret chamber, safe and sound. You may speak with peace of mind. Can you hear my voice?”

The purple divine soul glowed slightly and responded softly, “Yes.”

“May I ask your name? Where do you come from? Why are you alone, with only a wisp of divine soul left, adrift in the Seventeenth Heaven?” Gui Yuanzi asked slowly, his attitude humble, without a trace of the airs of a Golden Immortal.

“My name is Kai, I come from the Sixteenth Heaven. Hunted by enemies, my physical body was destroyed, leaving only a wisp of divine soul adrift here.” Kai’s voice was calm, unperturbed, having experienced life and death, he had long since become indifferent to honor and disgrace.

“The Sixteenth Heaven? The borderlands of the lower realm.” Gui Yuanzi frowned slightly, sighing softly, “It’s truly not easy for a cultivator from the lower realm to cross realms and find themselves in such a desperate situation. I wonder which powerful force is responsible for the person who pursued you and destroyed your physical body?” “The Divine Alliance, Venerable Crimson Flame, Venerable Cold Abyss.” Kai spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone calm yet carrying a chilling undertone. “They slaughtered my sect, murdered my relatives and friends, and destroyed my physical body. This blood feud is irreconcilable.”

Gui Yuanzi’s brows furrowed instantly, his expression grave. “The Divine Clan’s power is domineering and formidable, deeply rooted in the Seventeenth Heaven, and indeed, they are a formidable and difficult opponent. Fellow Daoist, you have forged a deadly enmity with the Divine Clan, and your situation is extremely perilous.”

After a brief silence, Gui Yuanzi cut to the chase and asked directly, his tone solemn: “If I may be so bold as to ask, is that ancient, gilded book deep within your soul the Great Luo Golden Scripture?”

Kai’s soul trembled violently, filled with doubt and surprise: “You truly recognize this?”

“More than just recognizing it.”

Gui Yuanzi’s eyes were filled with a sense of vicissitude and emotion as he slowly nodded, his tone solemn. “This is the most treasured possession of our Daoist founder. Back then, our founder traveled through countless realms, delving into ancient ruins, and by chance obtained the Great Luo Golden Scripture. He comprehended the supreme Dao, his cultivation skyrocketed, and thus he founded the Daoist lineage, which has been passed down to this day.”

Kai’s heart was stirred, overwhelmed with emotion. He hadn’t expected that the Great Luo Golden Scripture was actually the personal possession of his Daoist founder.

“Then how could your founder’s possession be lost?” Kai asked.

“How could it be lost? Since this Great Luo Golden Scripture has recognized you as its master, then you are the person personally recognized by our Daoist founder, you are the young master of our Daoist sect,” Gui Yuanzi said.

Boom!

Kai’s soul trembled violently, purple light flashed intensely, his mind surged like waves, and he was instantly stunned.

He knew nothing, how could he have become the young master of the entire Daoist sect?

Gui Yuanzi keenly sensed the violent fluctuations in his divine soul. He bowed deeply to the purple divine soul within the jade bottle, displaying utmost respect and courtesy: “Gui Yuanzi, the current sect master of Gui Yuan Sect, pays respects to the young master!

The bloodline of our ancestor, the inheritor of the supreme treasure, is the young master of our sect for generations. From this day forward, the entire sect will follow your lead!”

Kai was momentarily stunned, then quickly regained his composure, letting out a low, bitter laugh: “I am now only a wisp of remnant soul, without a physical body or cultivation. How dare I accept the title of young master in such a wretched state? Aren’t you afraid the sect disciples will laugh at me?”

Gui Yuanzi solemnly shook his head, his tone resolute. Ru Shan said, “Young Master, there’s no need to belittle yourself. As long as your soul remains, you remain. A destroyed body can be rebuilt;

lost cultivation can be rebuilt. The Great Luo Golden Scripture chooses its master to serve, which is destiny. Although Guiyuan Sect isn’t a top-tier power, its foundation is solid enough to protect you.

Young Master, rest assured and recuperate here. I will immediately search the Northern Regions for rare treasures and gather rare materials to rebuild a supreme body for you, so that one day you can return to your peak, avenge your grievances, and restore the glory of the Dao Sect.”

After speaking, Guiyuanzi turned and walked lightly out of the secret chamber, closing the door and sealing it to ensure safety, before heading out to gather resources.

Inside the secret chamber, the spiritual energy was warm, the Soul Nourishing Liquid nourished the soul, and golden light flowed steadily.

Bei Mingyuan sighed softly, “Kai, you’ve suddenly become the young master of the Dao Sect.”

“Senior, does the Dao Sect have disciples in other realms?” Kai asked.

“Of course, the Daoist sect has disciples all over the Heavenly Realm. No matter which Heaven you go to, you’ll have a bunch of disciples and grand-disciples to serve you.”

“Unlike me, our Ice God lineage is almost extinct, and I’m just a wisp of a remnant soul left,” Bei Mingyuan said sadly.

Kai didn’t say anything after hearing this, but was overjoyed. He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and felt incredibly at peace.

For the first time since being stranded in the Seventeenth Heaven, he had let down his guard, felt safe, and waited to rebuild his physical body, to await the day of revenge.

For the next few days, the Guiyuan Sect was quiet and peaceful, with no one disturbing the secret chamber.

Guiyuanzi traveled far and wide, searching for old friends and collecting high-grade natural treasures to rebuild the physical body and nourish the soul. He worked day and night, single-mindedly devoted to his master.

Disciple Li Qingyun came to the secret chamber every day to replenish the superior soul-nourishing elixir, clean the chamber, guard it, and chat with Kai to relieve his boredom. He was easygoing and talkative.

While adding Soul Nourishing Liquid, Li Qingyun gently explained the power structure of the Seventeen Heavens to Kai, speaking clearly and truthfully: “The forces in the Seventeen Heavens are intertwined, with undercurrents and constant conflicts.

The Divine Race possesses three top-tier forces: the Heavenly Extreme Palace, the Divine Abyss Pavilion, and the Heavenly Saint Palace. Their strength is abundant, with Golden Immortals standing tall, making them the most powerful in the Northern Region. They are aggressively expanding and oppressing cultivators of all races.

The Human Race can only barely resist and protect themselves by joining forces with the Guiyuan Sect, the Qingyun Sword Sect, and the Wanfa Sect, and dares not easily confront them. The Demon Race occupies the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, while the Primordial Soul Race hides in the shadows. The balance of power among these forces makes the situation complex.” ”

Currently, the Heavenly Extreme Palace is becoming increasingly arrogant, constantly seizing human spiritual vein resources and squeezing our living space. The Sect Master has been worried for a long time, but due to the vast difference in strength, he can only endure and wait for the right opportunity.”

Kai listened quietly, silently taking notes, remaining calm and secretly gathering the strength for revenge.

At the end of their conversation, Li Qingyun suddenly remembered the sect leader’s instructions and asked softly, “Young Master, before leaving, the sect leader specifically asked if there was still an ancient remnant soul lurking deep within your soul.

I have naturally keen soul perception and vaguely sensed an unusual aura. The sect leader said that if the remnant soul is willing, the Guiyuan Sect can also do its utmost to help it reshape its physical body and protect the young master.”

Kai’s heart stirred slightly, and he replied softly, “Indeed, an old friend accompanies me. I will convey my gratitude.”

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the remnant soul of Beimingyuan stirred with a slight warmth, feeling grateful, and silently nodded.

Li Qingyun asked no more questions, bowed, took his leave, gently closed the stone door of the secret chamber, and quietly withdrew.

Inside the secret chamber, the spiritual energy was warm and peaceful.

Kai calmly recuperated his soul, nourished his origin, and waited for Guiyuanzi’s return, waited to reshape his physical body, and waited for the day when his sharp edge would be unsheathed, crushing his enemies and returning to his homeland.

Guiyuanzi went out to investigate for five whole days.

For the past five days, Kai’s soul has been placed in a warm, smooth white jade bottle, resting quietly on a stone platform in the deepest part of the Guiyuan Sect’s secret chamber.

This chamber was specially prepared for him by Guiyuanzi, its walls engraved with ancient spirit-gathering runes. As the runes flowed, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was continuously drawn in, gathering into wisps of pale white spiritual mist that slowly seeped into the jade bottle.

Inside the bottle was half a bottle of clear soul-nourishing liquid, a treasured possession of the Guiyuan Sect for many years, each drop containing a rich nourishing power for the soul.

A faint golden light swirled around the bottle, reflecting the radiance of the Great Luo Golden Scripture surrounding Kai’s soul.

Kai’s soul floated quietly in the center of the soul-nourishing liquid, appearing as a pale purple halo, within which a blurry humanoid outline could be vaguely seen.

For these five days, he had never slackened for a moment; even with his physical body destroyed and only a remnant soul remaining, he steadfastly maintained his Dao heart.

While circulating the Great Luo Golden Scripture’s cultivation technique, he absorbed the essence of the Soul Nourishing Liquid, repairing the wounds on his soul.

The areas once eroded by fragments of the Golden Immortal’s laws, which were covered in fine cracks like shattered glass, were now healing at a visible speed under the dual nourishment of the golden light and the Soul Nourishing Liquid.

The pale purple aura of his soul was also becoming increasingly dense and solid, no longer as ethereal as before.

The golden light of the Great Luo Golden Classic returned to its bright and dazzling state, radiating a warm and powerful force like the blazing sun.

It not only protected Kai’s soul but also subtly tempered the origin of his soul, making it increasingly resilient. At the bottom of the jade bottle, Bei Mingyuan’s remnant soul curled up in a wisp of faint black mist.

Over the past five days, he had recovered some of his strength thanks to the golden light of the Great Luo Golden Scripture and the essence of the Soul Nourishing Liquid. The black mist, which had been on the verge of dissipating, had become somewhat more solid.

Although he was still too weak to fight, and even speaking was difficult, he was no longer in danger of being completely annihilated at any moment.

Occasionally, he would emit a faint aura, as if conveying gratitude to Kai.

Kai sensed this and simply nodded slightly, without saying much—at this moment, all his energy was focused on restoring his soul.

He knew that only by quickly recovering his strength could he have a chance to reshape his physical body and return to the Sixteenth Heaven to avenge himself.

On the evening of the fifth day, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the ventilation opening of the secret chamber, casting a faint golden light onto the stone platform, intertwining with the light in the jade bottle.

Just then, the stone door of the secret chamber creaked softly.

Gui Yuanzi had returned.

When he pushed open the door, he still carried the dust and chill of the outside world. His dark Taoist robe was covered in mud and bits of grass, and even had a few minor tears, clearly indicating that his five days of investigation had not gone smoothly.

His face was etched with fatigue, his eyes were sunken, and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot. Even the gray hairs at his temples seemed to have increased, making him look even more haggard than when he last went out to investigate.

But even so, a faint light flickered in his eyes—the joy and hope of finding a clue.

Gui Yuanzi did not pause for a moment, walking straight to the stone platform. He carefully took out the storage ring from his waist, and with a flick of his finger, an ancient storage ring instantly lit up with a faint spiritual light.

He took out a yellowed animal hide map from the ring. The map was made of a special material, warm to the touch, and the outlines of mountains and rivers were drawn on it with black runes. Although it was old and some of the runes were blurred, it was still clear that it was drawn with great detail.

He gently unfolded the animal hide map on the stone platform. Once unfolded, the map was half the size of the platform.

It clearly marked the major mountain ranges, cities, and secret realms of the Northern Region. One place, marked with red runes, was the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, the northernmost point of the Northern Region.

“Young Master, I have found some clues.”

Gui Yuanzi’s voice was somewhat hoarse; the days of travel and intense investigation had taken their toll on his throat, and his voice carried a barely perceptible weariness.

He bowed slightly, his gaze fixed on Kai’s soul within the jade bottle, his tone filled with respect and urgency.

Kai’s soul brightened slightly, and the pale purple aura trembled gently. A deep and clear voice came from the jade bottle: “Speak.”

Hearing Kai’s voice, Gui Yuanzi felt relieved and quickly pointed to a mark on the animal skin map, slowly saying, “Young Master, it’s not difficult for an ordinary cultivator to reshape their body with their soul, but for you, it’s not easy. It requires two rare and precious natural treasures, neither of which can be missing.”

“The first is the Primordial Divine Water. This is the most supreme treasure for body shaping in all the heavens and myriad realms, containing the purest primordial power, capable of recreating the body and reshaping bones and muscles.”

“Whether it’s severed limbs or a completely destroyed body, as long as a wisp of divine soul remains, a drop of Primordial Divine Water can regenerate the severed limbs.

A bottle of Primordial Divine Water can reshape a complete body, and even temper the body, giving the new body resilience and potential far beyond that of ordinary people.”

He paused, his fingertip lightly tapping the location of Tianque City marked on the map, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, yet also a glimmer of hope.

“Primordial Divine Water is extremely rare, a priceless treasure that can only be found by chance. For the past five days, I’ve searched every major auction house and black market in the Northern Region, but haven’t found any in stock.” ”

However, through some clandestine channels, I’ve learned that a grand Treasure Auction will be held in Tianque City in three months. This auction is a once-in-a-century event in the Northern Region, gathering rare and precious items from all over.”

“And according to reliable sources, a bottle of Primordial Divine Water will appear at this auction. This is currently our only chance to obtain it.”

“Three months?” Kai’s voice was somewhat heavy, carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency.

He had lost his physical body for far too long. Although his soul was slowly recovering, without the support of a physical body, his cultivation could not improve, and even his normal movements were restricted.

Three months was neither a long nor a short time, but for him at this moment, every minute and every second was incredibly precious.

“Yes, Young Master, three months.” Gui Yuanzi nodded solemnly, his tone carrying a hint of reassurance.

“Three months is already very fast. A treasure of the Primordial Divine Water level sometimes only appears once every few thousand years. To have the opportunity to obtain it in three months is already an incredible stroke of luck.”

“In these three months, we can prepare well. On the one hand, you should continue to recuperate your divine soul and strive to restore it to its best condition before the auction begins;

on the other hand, I will also prepare enough spirit stones and treasures to ensure that we can bid for the Primordial Divine Water at the auction.”

Kai was silent for a moment, his pale purple divine soul aura flickering slightly, clearly deep in thought.

He knew that Gui Yuanzi was right. The Primordial Divine Water was extremely rare, and to have such an opportunity was already a stroke of luck. He had no right to be picky, nor did he have time to be picky.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his tone returning to calm: “What is the second kind of rare and precious treasure?”

Seeing that Kai was no longer concerned about the time, Gui Yuanzi felt relieved and quickly pointed to a continuous mountain range at the northernmost end of the Northern Region on the animal skin map, his tone becoming increasingly solemn.

“The second rare and precious material is called the Eternal Soul Wood.

This Eternal Soul Wood is not an ordinary tree, but grows in the Primordial Soul Forest deep within the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. It is a spiritual tree that existed in ancient times, containing extremely rich nourishing power for the soul.”

“Its function is to stabilize the fusion of the soul and the body, preventing the soul from repelling the new body after its reconstruction.”

“Young Master, think about it. Your soul has been separated from your body for too long. Even if you use the Primordial Divine Water to reconstruct your body, without the nourishment and stabilization of the Eternal Soul Wood, the soul and the new body cannot perfectly fuse.” “At best, your

cultivation will regress, and you will never make any progress again; at worst, your soul will dissipate and be completely annihilated. At that time, even the Primordial Divine Water will be of no use.”

“Ten Thousand Demon Ridge?” Kai repeated the name, his tone tinged with doubt.

He had just arrived in the Seventeenth Heaven and was not familiar with the various forces and regions of the Northern Region. He had never heard of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. “Young Master, the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge is the territory of the demon race, and one of the most mysterious and dangerous regions in the Northern Region.” Gui Yuanzi’s tone became extremely solemn, and a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

“The Demon Emperor resides there, ruling over all the demons in the Northern Region. His power is immense and not to be underestimated. Within the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, demonic beasts roam freely, and powerful beings abound.

Moreover, the demon race has always been xenophobic, and outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission.” “Once someone trespasses, they will be expelled at best, and killed at worst, without exception. The Primordial Soul Forest is even more forbidden territory for the demon race, located in the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.”

“It is said that the forest is filled with restrictions and formations left over from ancient times, and countless powerful soul beasts dwell within it. These soul beasts feed on divine souls and are incredibly powerful.”

“Even cultivators with the cultivation of a Golden Immortal need to be extremely careful when entering the Primordial Soul Forest. A slight mistake can lead to death, let alone cultivators below the Golden Immortal level. Once inside, it is almost a nine-out-of-ten chance of survival.”

Kai’s divine soul trembled slightly.

He could sense the apprehension in Gui Yuanzi’s tone and imagine the dangers of the Myriad Demon Ridge and the Primordial Soul Forest.

Cultivators below the Golden Immortal level faced a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, and he now possessed only a wisp of divine soul, not even having touched the threshold of the Golden Immortal realm.

If he rashly entered the Primordial Soul Forest, he would likely have no

chance of survival. But he did not back down. Reconstructing his physical body was his only way out, and the Myriad Soul Wood was something he absolutely needed.

No matter how dangerous the path ahead, he had to try.

“Will the Demon Emperor allow us to enter?” Kai asked slowly, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry and uncertainty.

“This subordinate does not know.” Gui Yuanzi remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly, clearly also pondering the question.

“But through some clandestine channels, I’ve learned that this Demon Queen Qingqiu, although the leader of the demon race, is quite reasonable, unlike the tyrannical and unreasonable gods.”

“Moreover, she has lived for tens of thousands of years, is knowledgeable, and has experienced countless trials and tribulations. She tends to be more tolerant of special people and situations.”

“Young Master, your situation is extremely special. Your physical body was destroyed, yet you survived with a wisp of your divine soul, and you possess the heaven-defying Great Luo Golden Scripture. Perhaps Demon Queen Qingqiu will be interested in your special circumstances and thus make an exception to allow us to enter the Primordial Soul Forest.”

He paused, then added, “I have prepared gifts, all spiritual fruits and herbs favored by the demon race. While they are not earth-shattering treasures, they are at least a token of sincerity.”

“Tomorrow morning, we will set off for the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge to personally seek an audience with Demon Queen Qingqiu. We must find a way to obtain the Eternal Soul Wood, no matter what.”

“Gifts?” Kai’s voice held a hint of doubt; he hadn’t expected Gui Yuanzi to be so thoughtful.

Gui Yuanzi smiled, the weariness on his face fading slightly, his tone filled with certainty.

“Yes, Young Master. The demon race has always favored spiritual fruits and herbs, especially those that are old, which are deeply loved by demon cultivators.” ”

I selected several ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and several Heavenly Fragrance Spiritual Fruits from the Gui Yuan Sect’s treasury. The ten-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is a rare spiritual material, containing rich spiritual energy that can nourish the body and enhance cultivation.”

“The Heavenly Fragrance Spiritual Fruit is one of the demon race’s most beloved spiritual fruits. Its flesh is sweet and contains pure primordial power, not only nourishing the soul but also enhancing the purity of the demon race’s bloodline.”

“These gifts, though not particularly valuable, at least demonstrate our sincerity and show the Demon Emperor Qingqiu our respect. Perhaps they can even offer a glimmer of hope for our quest for the Eternal Soul Wood.”

Kai said nothing more, his pale purple divine soul aura flickering slightly. His tone carried a hint of gratitude: “Thank you for your hard work.”

For the past five days, Gui Yuanzi had tirelessly traveled far and wide for his sake, even risking his life to venture into dangerous places to gather clues. This loyalty deeply moved Kai.

“Young Master, you are too kind.” Gui Yuanzi quickly bowed, his tone full of respect.

“It is my honor to serve you, Young Master. Please rest well tonight and recharge your energy. Tomorrow morning, we will set off for the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.”

After speaking, he carefully put away the animal hide map, then meticulously checked the Soul Nourishing Liquid in the jade bottle. Confirming that everything was alright, he turned and left the secret chamber, gently closing the stone door behind him, leaving Kai alone to rest in peace.

Silence returned to the secret chamber once more.

Kai’s soul hovered within the jade bottle, slowly circulating the Great Luo Golden Scripture’s cultivation technique, absorbing the essence of the Soul Nourishing Liquid. His mind, however, was preoccupied with the matters of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge and the Demon Emperor Qingqiu.

He knew that journeying to the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge to obtain the Eternal Soul Wood would be a difficult one, fraught with unknown dangers. But he had no way back; he could only forge ahead.

He thought of Bai Qian from the Celestial Realm, Jiang Xuelan from the Sixteenth Heaven, and Gui Yuanzi’s loyalty. His resolve grew stronger—

no matter the difficulties, he would succeed in obtaining the Eternal Soul Wood, reshaping his physical body, and then gradually growing stronger to fulfill his wish. The next morning, before dawn, a faint veil of night still shrouded the sky.

The morning star twinkled faintly, and a chill lingered in the air.

Gui Yuanzi arrived at the secret chamber early, having already packed his belongings and changed into a clean black Daoist robe, the storage ring still hanging at his waist.

He carefully held the jade bottle containing Kai’s soul, his expression solemn and earnest.

He didn’t depart immediately but went first to the front hall of the Gui Yuan Sect to find Li Qingyun.

Ever since learning that Kai was going to the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge to seek the Eternal Soul Wood, Li Qingyun had been restless and hadn’t slept well all night.

He stood at the entrance of the front hall, his eyes filled with worry, clearly waiting for Gui Yuanzi and Kai.

“Elder Li, what are you doing here?” Gui Yuanzi asked, slightly surprised to see Li Qingyun.

Li Qingyun quickly stepped forward, his gaze falling on the jade bottle in Gui Yuanzi’s hands, his tone full of concern.

“Sect Master Guiyuan, I want to go to the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge with you. The Ten Thousand Demon Ridge is too dangerous. I’m really worried about the two of you alone. With another person, we can take care of each other.”

Guiyuanzi gently shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, yet unwavering determination.

“Elder Li, thank you for your kindness, but you cannot go to the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge this time.”

“The Ten Thousand Demon Ridge is the territory of the demon race, and they have always been xenophobic. The two of us going is already taking a great risk. If too many people go, it will easily cause misunderstandings among the demons.”

“They will think we are here to provoke them. In that case, not only will we fail to obtain the Eternal Soul Wood, but we will

also face certain death.” He paused, then added, “Moreover, the Guiyuan Sect needs someone to oversee it. After the young master and I leave, Elder Li, you will need to take care of all the affairs of the Guiyuan Sect.”

“Your staying in the Guiyuan Sect, protecting the sect and its disciples, is the greatest help you can give us. Please rest assured, Elder Li, I will definitely protect the young master, do my best to obtain the Eternal Soul Wood, and return safely.”

Li Qingyun wanted to say something more, but seeing Guiyuanzi’s resolute eyes, he knew his mind was made up, and further persuasion was useless.

He could only sigh helplessly and nod.

“Alright, Sect Master Guiyuan, you must be careful. The Myriad Demon Ridge is fraught with danger. If you encounter any peril, do not be reckless; just try to escape unscathed.”

“I will stay at Guiyuan Sect to protect the sect and await your return.”

“Thank you for your understanding, Elder Li.” Guiyuanzi bowed slightly, expressing his gratitude, then said no more and turned to walk towards the Guiyuan Sect’s mountain gate.

The jade bottle in his hand swayed gently. Kai’s divine sense detected the movement outside, knowing it was time to depart. The pale purple aura trembled slightly, making no sound, simply waiting quietly.

The two walked out of the Guiyuan Sect’s mountain gate, one after the other.

At this moment, the sky was already turning a pale white, the rays of the rising sun about to break through the clouds and shine upon the earth.

Guiyuanzi moved, his spiritual energy circulating within him, and a faint auspicious cloud appeared beneath his feet.

He carefully tucked the jade bottle containing Kai’s soul into his robes, keeping it close to his body, then leaped onto auspicious clouds, flying north towards the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

The northern region of the Seventeenth Heaven was vast, with diverse scenery.

Initially, in their flying area, they could still see some scattered cultivators’ caves and a few villages.

These caves were built against the mountains, secluded and quiet, and the cultivators in the villages lived peaceful and stable lives, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Occasionally, they could see cultivators flying in the air, either traveling to various cities for trade or to train in the mountains—a lively scene.

But as they flew further north, the surrounding scenery gradually became desolate.

The scattered cultivators’ caves became fewer and fewer, and the villages gradually disappeared. The land beneath their feet transformed from fertile plains into barren mountains.

The vegetation became increasingly sparse, leaving only withered yellow grass and a few crooked trees, swaying precariously in the strong winds, appearing particularly desolate.

The spiritual energy in the air grew increasingly thin, replaced by a faint demonic aura. Though not dense, it still caused a sense of oppression.

Gui Yuanzi flew slowly, maintaining a steady pace. As he flew, he would occasionally look down at the jade bottle in his arms, explaining the situation of the Myriad Demon Ridge to Kai.

He was afraid that Kai would be completely ignorant of the Myriad Demon Ridge and unable to cope with any dangers.

“Young Master, the Myriad Demon Ridge is located at the northernmost tip of the Northern Region. It is a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, with steep terrain, ancient trees reaching for the sky, and shrouded in dense fog year-round, resulting in extremely low visibility.” “Moreover

, the mountains are teeming with various demonic beasts and restrictions, making them extremely dangerous.”

His voice, penetrating his clothes, entered the jade bottle and reached Kai’s ears clearly.

“Qingqiu, the Demon Queen of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, is actually a nine-tailed celestial fox. She has cultivated for tens of thousands of years and has now reached the third rank of Golden Immortal, making her one of the top experts in the entire Seventeenth Heaven.”

He paused, then continued, “This Demon Queen Qingqiu is aloof and doesn’t like to interact with people. She usually stays in the Demon Queen’s Palace and rarely interferes in outside affairs.”

“However, she doesn’t actively cause trouble, always adhering to the principle of ‘I won’t offend others unless they offend me.’ Under her leadership, the demon race, the gods, and the humans maintain a delicate balance, each not invading the other’s territory and cultivating there.” ”

However, the demon race is always xenophobic, and they severely punish outsiders who trespass into Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. Therefore, after we arrive at Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, we must be careful with our words and actions, not violate the rules of the demon race, and absolutely avoid conflict with them.”

“Does she have any weaknesses?” Kai’s voice came from the jade bottle, tinged with inquiry.

“Young Master, the Demon Queen Qingqiu possesses profound cultivation and a deep foundation, with no obvious weaknesses,” Gui Yuanzi said slowly after a moment’s thought.

“Her true form is a nine-tailed celestial fox, with pure blood. She excels not only in soul attacks but also in illusions, making her extremely well-rounded and virtually flawless.”

“However, if one had to point out a weakness, it would be her extreme devotion to her people, treating each member of the demon race as her own child.”

“If anyone harms a member of the demon race, whether human or divine, she will spare no effort to avenge them, showing no leniency.”

Kai silently memorized this, his pale purple soul aura flickering slightly.

He knew this might be a breakthrough for them in obtaining the Eternal Soul Wood.

Since the Demon Queen Qingqiu valued her people, they could start from this point, demonstrating their sincerity and avoiding offending the demon race. Perhaps this would earn the Demon Queen Qingqiu’s favor, leading her to make an exception and allow them to enter the Primordial Soul Forest.