Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 796 - 790: The Great Saint of the Soul Clan

Chapter 796: Chapter 790: The Great Saint of the Soul Clan

"The Heaven Emperor Mirror is ownerless, so where does its master come from?"

Ye Xuan’s expression turned somewhat ugly, finding the condition too harsh, simply unattainable.

"It all depends on your capability," said the Human Emperor’s Scepter. "Right now, only you have the best chance of entering the mirror space, because your connection to the Artifact Spirit is the closest. So, only you can."

"Then I’ll give it a try."

Ye Xuan nodded, seeming to have no other choice at this point.

He then closed his eyes and released a strand of soul power, attempting to communicate with Ling Qianxue’s consciousness.

The space within the mirror was extremely sturdy; impossible for others to enter unless it opened willingly, otherwise it was simply unbreakable.

The soul power Ye Xuan spread out was like entering an abyss of serene water, dead silent.

Within it, it seemed as if there were no signs of life or movement.

Thin black strands moved about on the surface of this pool-like soul power, like little black snakes.

Ye Xuan stretched out his soul power, trying to penetrate this pool, but then a sizzling noise followed, the released soul power quickly corroded away to nothing.

"Looks like I have to try using the power of the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit."

Ye Xuan knew that normal forces probably wouldn’t be effective and that only the power of the Martial Arts Primordial Spirit could possibly shatter the barrier of the Heaven Emperor Mirror and dispel these evil black mists.

From his glabella, a glint of light burst forth, rapidly seeping into the black lake surface.

This time, it was much smoother than before as Ye Xuan entered the waters,

The lake water extraordarily ice-cold, piercing to the bone marrow. The thin black threads scraped past Ye Xuan, yet at the bottom of the lake, there was no trace of any aura.

This was Ling Qianxue’s soul ocean; there should have been the presence of Ling Qianxue’s soul.

"How come there is nothing?"

Even underwater, Ye Xuan could still see clearly, but what puzzled him was the complete absence of Ling Qianxue’s soul aura in this pool.

"Could it still be further down?" Ye Xuan looked downward, toward the slightly dark lakebed, furrowing his brow slightly and hesitating, then with a point of his toe, his form was quickly diving towards the lakebed, enveloped by sword light.

The Soul Pool was not very large, but its depths were exceptionally vast, yet within, there were many soul passages. Ye Xuan navigated through these waterways with his soul power fully activated, following the minute sensations and adjusting his direction. _{f .r e\ewebnov(e)(l).c om}

His search continued for a good ten minutes, still without success, the feeling causing Ye Xuan’s brow to furrow tighter the longer it dragged on, the situation undoubtedly worsening for Ling Qianxue.

"Hm?"

Just as Ye Xuan felt a growing unease within him, his expression suddenly shifted. The diffused soul power seemed to detect something, his gaze hurriedly looking towards the lower left and his form exploding out, cutting through the water with a whoosh.

Ye Xuan was extremely fast, arriving in just a few minutes at the location where spiritual power sensed an anomaly, and then he saw a cluster of black light blooming like a lotus at the bottom of the pool, unfurling its petals, and within that light, a body as pure as suet jade curled up inside, with a cascade of black hair spreading from behind. From a distance, she looked like a mermaid sleeping in the water, and that figure was indeed Ling Qianxue, but at that moment, she was clearly in a kind of dormant state, her aura exceedingly weak.

"I’ve finally found you."

Ye Xuan let out a heavy sigh of relief upon seeing her, but his pupils immediately shrank as his gaze sharply turned towards the area beneath Ling Qianxue. From the bottom of the pool, streaks of black light shot out, and they were directly connected to the ball of light surrounding Ling Qianxue.

At the center of the black lotus sat a translucent black shadow, from which the life-draining black light was obviously emitted.

Seeing this, Ye Xuan’s expression darkened considerably, and he suddenly waved his sleeve. Sword Qi swept up from the bottom of the pool, flinging the mud aside, and struck the shadow.

A bizarre scene ensued as the Sword Qi passed right through the shadow without causing any damage.

"Boy, don’t bother, with your meager strength, you pose no threat to me."

The shadow spoke, its words dripping with disdain.

"That may be a bit premature to say."

Ye Xuan’s face sank. This Great Saint of the Soul Clan could still speak; it seemed to be truly something undead. Without further ado, he dashed forward, closing in on the shadow.

"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

The Soul Clan Great Saint sneered with contempt. Their Soul Clan was strongest in soul power, and Ye Xuan, now just a soul in this place, dared to confront him head-on—it was simply a death wish.

It would be nice to replenish his own energy with this boy before absorbing the Artifact Spirit’s power.

With that thought, the Soul Clan Great Saint waved his hand, and suddenly, a black vortex of souls appeared in front of him, firmly binding Ye Xuan’s body.

Strands of soul power were pulled from Ye Xuan’s body into the vortex of souls.

"Hmm... such a delicious soul."

Ye Xuan had a high Soul Realm, and his soul power was exceptionally pure, making the Soul Clan Great Saint feel especially comfortable after absorbing his soul power. The cruel smile on his face thickened.

"You want my soul power so much; I’ll let you have your fill!"

Ye Xuan sneered coldly and, instead of resisting, he completely released his soul, allowing the devouring vortex to completely swallow it up.

In the pool water, after swallowing Ye Xuan’s soul power, the vortex closed again, and the Soul Clan Great Saint laughed scornfully, expecting the boy to be a fool, effectively gifting him.

The Soul Clan excelled at refining others’ souls and extracting enough power to increase their own cultivation. In the blink of an eye, Ye Xuan’s devoured soul began to rapidly weaken and shrink, until it was the size of a palm, as if it were in imminent peril.

When Ye Xuan’s soul power had been refined to the last tiny bit and couldn’t be processed any further, the Soul Clan Great Saint didn’t care and directly swallowed that last little bit into his own soul.

In his view, Ye Xuan was undoubtedly dead. However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

From the remaining tiny part of Ye Xuan’s soul, a sprouting seed spread out, as though rooting and sprouting within the Soul Clan Great Saint’s own soul sea, and rapidly expanding.

Unstoppable where it passed.

The Soul Clan Great Saint found that his soul power was gradually being absorbed by this seed, and most fatally, he found he was powerless to resist this force.