Surrounded by the army of yin souls, numerous members of the other races gradually became soulless husks, carried away by the yin souls and vanishing into the black mist.
Seeing what had happened to so many cultivators, Liya and the others could not help feeling a lingering sense of fear. Thankfully, they had not acted rashly; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
The path of cultivation was not one where a person could allow the benefits before their eyes to blind them.
“Fortunately, Miss Liya had the foresight to see through the situation. Otherwise, this journey would have been extremely dangerous,” Chris said with a sigh.
“Hmph.”
Mo Xingtian let out a cold snort, his expression dark and sullen.
He had obtained very little Demon Essence Star Ore, yet had lost a supreme treasure in the process. His soul had also suffered severe damage. For him, this trip to the Ancient Realm had clearly brought far more harm than benefit.
“Hm? What happened here? Why are there so many remnant spirits of demonic resentment?”
At that moment, Mo Tianxiao emerged from the black mist behind them. His expression showed three parts surprise, three parts delight, and four parts apprehension.
“Fellow Daoist Lia! You’re here too! That’s wonderful—I’ve finally found you!”
In the face of Liya and the others’ astonishment, Mo Tianxiao put on an even more shaken expression, as though he alone had just endured some immense danger.
“Brother Mo! You’re still alive?!”
When Liya saw Mo Tianxiao, her eyes widened little by little, as if she were looking at something completely inconceivable.
She had searched for Mo Tianxiao for decades without finding the slightest trace of him. Not a single cultivator from any race had encountered him either. For a time, Liya had even believed that he had already died at the hands of another cultivator or one of the remnant spirits of demonic resentment.
“Why did you disappear back then? We searched the entire surrounding area and couldn’t find you anywhere. We thought you had already…”
Liya hurried forward and questioned Mo Tianxiao face-to-face, her expression filled with delight and confusion.
A trace of sorrow appeared in Mo Tianxiao’s eyes. “Sigh, it’s a long story. Back then, I was quietly waiting for you all to finish when a cultivator from the Thousand Hands Clan happened to pass by and attacked me.”
“My cultivation was weak, so naturally, I was no match for that Thousand Hands Clan cultivator. You were all in the middle of a fierce battle at the time, and I didn’t dare charge into it. I could only flee.
“Fortunately, I had the black mist to conceal me, and that Thousand Hands Clan cultivator was only at the Dao Master Realm. I managed to escape by sheer luck.
“After that, I found a safe place to hide and moved about cautiously. That’s why it took me until now to find you all.”
“I knew Young Master Mo was blessed by fortune and wouldn’t fall so easily,” Chris said with a smile as he patted Mo Tianxiao on the shoulder. The fact that no one in the group had been lost was the best possible outcome.
“I see!” Liya said, her face revealing sudden understanding.
“So it was the Thousand Hands Clan. I’ll remember this. Once we leave, I’ll demand an explanation from them.”
Liya had already made up her mind. Once they got out, she would go to the Thousand Hands Clan and demand an account. How dare they attack her friend? Did they really think nothing of the Feather Spirit Clan?
The Thousand Hands Clan was a race within the Feather Spirit Starfield. Although it was also a powerful race, its overall strength was still inferior to that of super races such as the Feather Spirit Clan and the Shamo Clan.
“Forget it. There’s no need to antagonize the Thousand Hands Clan over a single human like me.” Mo Tianxiao shook his head, declining Liya’s goodwill.
“No. Because of the Thousand-Hand Clan, I nearly lost you as a friend. No matter what, they must give an explanation. Those are the rules of the Feather Spirit Clan, so you needn’t worry.”
Liya’s attitude was resolute. Clearly, she had no intention of letting the matter go so easily.
Mo Tianxiao was quite pleased inwardly. Having such a loyal and righteous friend among the foreign races was not bad at all.
“You human brat sure have a tough life. I thought the grass on your grave would have grown waist-high by now.”
Mo Xingtian wore a face as long as a donkey’s. Seeing Mo Tianxiao reappear made him feel even worse than when his divine soul had been severely wounded.
How could this weak human possibly have survived alone in the Ancient Realm for so long? Was that even reasonable?!
“I appreciate Eldest Young Master Mo’s concern. I returned safely, but you... why does your aura seem so weak? Were you injured?”
Mo Tianxiao raised a brow as he looked at Mo Xingtian. “I have some healing pills here. Would you like to buy a few? Guaranteed to cure your injuries the moment you take them.”
“I have no need for human trash.” Mo Xingtian rejected Mo Tianxiao’s “kindness” without a second thought.
Maintaining a smile, Mo Tianxiao looked toward the battle in the distance, which was already nearing its end, and said in surprise, “Eh? Isn’t that Eldest Young Master Mo’s good friend? He looks like he’s about to die. Aren’t you going to save him?”
At the center of the battlefield, Man Kui had been tortured to the brink of death by the yin souls. Only a sliver of his remnant soul remained, barely clinging to existence. His physical body had long since been carried away to some unknown place.
The next moment, Man Kui’s final fragment of soul was devoured by the yin souls amid an unwilling roar.
Mo Xingtian merely watched coldly, with no intention of helping him. He wasn’t an idiot.
“Boss, should we take him out?”
The voice of a yin soul entered Mo Tianxiao’s mind. The foreign races and demon race cultivators who had tried to seize the resources had all been slaughtered by the army of yin souls, and every resource and corpse had been successfully collected.
The army of yin souls was still restless, its gaze fixed on the mere few dozen foreign-race teams nearby that had chosen not to make a move.
With a single command from their boss, none of the foreign races here would escape—especially this eldest young master of the Shamo Clan.
Just as Mo Tianxiao was about to order Mo Xingtian killed, the entire Ancient Realm shook violently. A voice, grand and resonant as a great bell, descended from the heavens.
“Time is up. All cultivators, leave the Ancient Realm at once.”
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao decisively gave the order. “Retreat.”
In the next instant, the tens of millions of yin souls scattered and vanished into the black mist.
“The final deadline has arrived. Let’s go back.”
“Bingji, it wasn’t easy for you to come all the way to the Feather Spirit Star Domain. Why not stay a while longer and keep me company? Please?”
Liya invited Xuan Bingji to remain.
After all, the place where the Mystic Nether Python Clan lived was relatively far from the Feather Spirit Star Domain. Unless something important happened, it was rare for them to get together.
To cross the distance between star domains, one either needed a means of transportation at the level of an Earth-Dharma supreme treasure, or had to be taken along by a Dominator Realm cultivator.
For cultivators below the Dominator Realm, even those at the pinnacle of the Dao Attainment Realm, crossing the distance between star domains through their own power was like attempting to cross an insurmountable chasm—virtually impossible.
Of course, having a teleportation array capable of spanning entire star domains would make things much easier. Unfortunately, no formation master capable of setting up an array of that level had ever been heard of in this part of the starry sky.
Hearing Liya’s invitation and seeing the pleading, coquettish look in her eyes, Xuan Bingji hesitated.
Under normal circumstances, she probably would have agreed without a second thought. But now…
Xuan Bingji’s gaze instinctively swept toward Mo Tianxiao, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to decide.
“Come on, don’t hesitate. Stay and help me. When the time comes, I’ll have an elder personally escort you back.”
Liya leaned close to Xuan Bingji’s ear and whispered conspiratorially.
She felt that using Mo Tianxiao alone as a shield was a little too dangerous for him. If Bingji joined them, things would be much better. The Xuanming Python clan wasn’t afraid of the Shamo Clan.
“Fine… all right.”
Xuan Bingji agreed somewhat awkwardly. She stole another glance at Mo Tianxiao and found him grinning foolishly. Her heart immediately relaxed.
Had the joy in her heart already been written all over her face simply because she had chosen to stay? This human… was kind of adorable.
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
