"But their main hideout is not only in Huangji Continent," he said, "but also in Jingyuan Continent!"
In an instant, he wove an Illusory Realm and conducted a Soul Search on the Great Elder who worshipped him from the Yin God Lineage.
The result of the Soul Search astonished him and immediately diminished his interest in further exploring the place.
"I must return immediately and report this news to the Sect!"
"But how to return..."
He wondered.
And just as this thought arose,
He felt his whole body tremble.
In the next moment, when he opened his eyes, he found himself inside the temple within the Sea of Consciousness at the Spiritual Government.
His divine statue was continuously absorbing a vast amount of pure Soul Power from within the temple.
Apart from a small portion originating from Wang Ba, most of it came from Han Yanzi.
After passing through the filter of the Yin God divine statue, it bore no trace of Han Yanzi whatsoever.
The Soul Power he lost in his confrontation with Han Yanzi was also rapidly recovering.
Not just recovering, but even markedly improving.
Wang Ba let the Yin God divine statue absorb the Soul Power, yet his gaze inadvertently fell on a wordless jade stele that seemed to have lost all its power, floating slightly within the temple.
"Elder Xun..."
With a thought from Wang Ba, the wordless jade stele quickly shrank and fell into the palm of the statue.
Its radiance was dim, appearing just like ordinary jade.
He couldn’t help feeling slightly disheartened.
Having just witnessed the clash between Han Yanzi and the wordless jade stele, he knew well that the so-called escape of the acting sect master was nothing but a bitter ruse played by the Sect Master and Elder Xun.
Naturally, it was aimed at Han Yanzi.
Had it not been for the previous setup left by Elder Xun, which had exhausted the majority of the power of Han Yanzi’s Divided Soul, his attempt to seize the divine position of the Yin God would have faced considerable difficulties.
Thinking this, his thought shifted slightly, and a sphere glowing with multicolored light and entwined with countless mumblings fell into his hand.
This was the mixed thoughts of incense fire shed by the Ice Daoist after bearing the power of incense fire.
Even with the "Taishang Emotion-refining" combined with the "Ice Spirit Transcendence," only a part could be refined, leaving behind the purest remnants—these, even the Ice Daoist stayed clear of.
Considering Han Yanzi’s existence, Wang Ba had acquired this bundle of purest random thoughts from the Ice Daoist, ready to present Han Yanzi with a grand gift.
However, due to Xun FuJun’s interference, this battle for the Divine Position had ended much faster than he had anticipated.
"I wonder how Elder Xun is doing."
Wang Ba was slightly worried, but he quickly buried these concerns deep in his heart and swiftly withdrew his consciousness from the Yin God, leaving the temple of the Yin God.
He returned to the Nascent Soul.
At this moment, he immediately noticed an anomaly within his body.
His Spiritual Sense quickly probed into the source of the abnormality—Middle Dantian.
After a glance, he immediately flew out of the Pearl Dungeon.
But just as he exited the dungeon, he suddenly felt an impulse and looked towards the eastern sky.
...
Silence!
Countless mournful souls above a blood-colored valley turned into a giant skull, from whose pitch-black eye sockets countless beams of black sinister light shot out, enveloping the figure of Xun FuJun.
Xun FuJun’s figure was like smoke, narrowly evading the numerous beams of black sinister light.
However, in the next instant, a vast grey ghost claw materialized out of thin air and in a moment of dodging by Xun FuJun, furiously grasped him!
On the surface of Xun FuJun, light rapidly collided, but he was entirely unable to break free.
Following the ghost claw, Han Yanzi—with his hair flying wildly and a face ice-cold, filled with extreme murderous intent—said,
"You hindered my path of Cultivation Ascension, thus you shall pay with your life!"
Before the sound faded, the Primordial Spirit shot forth, empowering the ghost claw, and unimaginable formidable force tremendously struck the Xun FuJun held within the claw.
Bang!
It was only delayed for a moment, and the light burst explosively.
The Xun FuJun inside turned into a shattered octagonal box the moment the ghost claw and Primordial Spirit combined their power.
"Hm?!"
Han Yanzi was momentarily stunned:
"A Divided Soul hosting?!"
His expression then turned stark.
"To deceive me... This person’s mastery in the Dao of Soul must surely be the foremost in the Little Cang World!"
The Dao of Soul, profound and extensive—the deeper one goes, the more branches it has.
Even Han Yanzi had to admit, ignoring differences in realm; Xun FuJun’s achievements in the Dao of Soul were indeed superior to his.
"But... I have not only cultivated the Soul!"
A menacing light flickered in Han Yanzi’s eyes!
The ghost claw flipped open, and from the broken octagonal box, a strand of soul remnant was quickly extracted.
Rapidly inhaled by Han Yanzi’s Primordial Spirit.
Not long after.
"I found you!"
Han Yanzi’s gaze was slightly cold:
"So, you are there!"
The next moment, his figure instantly vanished from the spot.
Outside the Original Demonic Sect in Yan,
A moon-white figure walked on the official road, his gaze seemingly penetrating the Formation outside the Original Demonic Sect, memorizing everything.
"As expected of the Original Demonic Sect, with four cultivators at Immortal Ascension Perfection defending against the Three Continents, Shangguan Ren and Liang Qiuyu hunting in the Kingdom of Immortals, and yet there is still one Divine Position well-guarded within the sect—is it that severely injured Gong Qianqiu?... With the strength of the Original Demonic Sect, coupled with Han Yanzi’s methods, the cultivators of the Three Continents should have been exterminated long ago; it seems the cultivators of the Three Continents are also within his calculations."
The moon-white figure looked solemn.
At the same time, he nonchalantly set up a Teleportation Array Formation in his hands.
The formation sank into the ground and rapidly disappeared.