31: Chapter 31 Despair for All! The Conspiracy of the Nascent Soul Monster!

Edge of the Secret Realm.

Su Feng touched his bulging storage ring, a joy like that of an old farmer at harvest time appearing on his face.

"Not bad, not bad. Three hundred stalks of thousand-year Spirit Medicine, plus over a dozen ten-thousand-year-level supplementary herbs. Taking these back will be enough for that little Devil Head in Yan Ling'er's belly to eat until it's born."

He turned his head to look at Ying Yue'e, in a great mood: "Let's go. The shopping is done; I'm going home."

Ying Yue'e's storage ring was stuffed with various Spiritual Artifacts and Magic Treasures. Watching Su Feng's satisfied expression, she couldn't help but shake her head.

Everyone else had come to compete for the Legacy, terrified that the Soul Transformation opportunity would be snatched away by someone else.

In contrast, Su Feng had nothing but children on his mind.

"Boom—!!" Just as the two were about to crush their teleportation talismans to leave, the entire Secret Realm suddenly began to tremble violently!

The sky, which had been dim but otherwise normal, was instantly covered in endless blood color, as if a giant, bloody maw had swallowed the entire world into its belly.

"Hum—!!" The teleportation talisman in Su Feng's hand flickered twice, and its light instantly extinguished.

"Space lockdown?" Su Feng frowned slightly and looked up. Within his double pupils, countless blood-colored runes rising from the ground were reflected.

These runes intertwined, forming a massive cage that completely sealed off the Secret Realm!

"Hehehe… You think you can just leave after taking this Seat's things?" An old, sinister voice, sounding like raw iron grinding together, exploded across the world, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Core area.

The Prodigies who had originally been fighting for treasures were now all pale, staring in terror at the giant human face made of blood energy hovering above them.

"This is… Soul Transformation Divine Might?!" The long saber in the Prince of Da Qian's hand was trembling. He had just swallowed that "Realm-Breaking Pill," and his cultivation had briefly surged to the Golden Core Stage Perfection. He was the first to react.

"Playing god and acting like a ghost! This Prince is the Son of Destiny!" He roared, unleashing the royal secret treasure, the [Heaven-Turning Seal]. A golden seal expanded in the wind, crashing toward the ghostly face in the sky with an Aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

"Ant." The ghost face let out a contemptuous sneer.

Just a single glance.

"Crack!"

That High Grade Magic Treasure, the [Heaven-Turning Seal], which was capable of suppressing a Nascent Soul Initial Stage cultivator, was shattered directly into dust in mid-air!

"Pfft—!" The Prince of Da Qian sprayed blood everywhere, his body falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string, his life or death unknown.

"What?!" Everyone around was terrified out of their wits. Shattering a High Grade Magic Treasure with a single look? How could they possibly fight this?!

"I don't believe it!!" Jian Nanxin was covered in blood, but the Battle Intent in his eyes burned to the extreme. He had just mastered the [dragon slaying sword-Drawing Technique] and felt invincible!

"Slash!!" He burned his essence blood, transforming himself and his sword into a stunning rainbow. His Sword Intent soared to the heavens, actually tearing a hole in the surrounding blood curtain!

"Interesting. Not bad Sword Intent. To be able to comprehend the Sword-Drawing Technique in such a short time, you are a decent seedling." The ghost face seemed to have developed some interest; it opened its large mouth and gave a gentle suck.

"Whoosh—" That Sword Qi, capable of slaying a Golden Core Stage Peak cultivator, was swallowed directly into its belly like a noodle!

"The taste is too bland. Still too weak."

"Bang!" A force of counter-shock arrived. The ancient sword in Jian Nanxin's hand shattered inch by inch, and his entire body was blasted into the ruins, falling silent.

Even the strongest, Jian Nanxin, had been defeated! A feeling of despair spread instantly.

In the corner, Shen Luoyu, who had been calmly observing the situation, finally made her move.

She formed hand seals, and a black and white Yin and Yang fish appeared behind her, attempting to use the clever force of Tai Chi to deflect the surrounding blood energy suppression.

"A little girl from the Southern Region's Yin Yang Sect?" The ghost face glanced at her: "Your Physique is not bad; you are both a top-grade Cauldron and excellent nourishment."

Boom! A large, blood-colored hand appeared out of thin air, ignoring Shen Luoyu's Yin and Yang defense, and grabbed her, clutching her tightly in its palm.

Shen Luoyu's face went pale. That sense of powerlessness made her feel the terror of being the fish on the chopping block for the first time.

"Let me go!!" On the other side, Wu Qin activated her True Phoenix Bloodline. Her entire body burned with crimson-gold flames, and she soared into the sky like a Valkyrie, her dragon slaying sword severing several tentacles.

"True Phoenix Bloodline?" A trace of surprise flashed in the ghost face's eyes: "The Bloodline is strong, but it's a pity you are female. What this Seat wants is a Physical Body of extreme rigidity and extreme Yang."

Bang! Another finger pressed down. Wu Qin's True Phoenix phantom let out a mournful cry and instantly dissipated.

Her entire body was pinned firmly to the ground, unable to move, her eyes filled with despair.

In just a short moment, all the top Prodigies of the Five Nations and Three Sects were wiped out!

"Who… who exactly are you?!" The few who remained conscious asked desperately: "Why set a trap to harm us?! Our Sect elders are right outside. If you dare to touch us…"

"Outside? Hehehe!" The remnant soul manifested its true form. A withered, skinny old man with eyes as greedy as a wolf appeared: "Once this grand formation is activated, let alone those Nascent Soul juniors, even if a Soul Transformation expert came in person, they wouldn't be able to enter!"

"As for why…" The old man greedily licked his lips: "This Seat went to such great lengths to restrict entry to only those at the Golden Core Stage. Did you think it was to protect you?"

"The Dao foundation of the Nascent Soul Stage is already set, and the Divine Soul is stable; Possession is too troublesome and easily leads to backlash. But you at the Golden Core Stage… your Dao foundation has just formed, your plasticity is at its Peak, and you are the most perfect vessels for this Seat to live another life!"

The truth was revealed! Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. It turned out that from the very beginning, they were just pigs being raised in captivity, waiting to be selected and slaughtered.

"However…" The old man's gaze swept over the crowd, full of disdain: "Sword Heart damaged, imperial Qi too impure, Yin Qi too heavy… you are all just defective products!"

"Could it be that this Seat's grand plan is to be ruined by this batch of trash?"

The old man angrily crushed their bodies with his tentacles. The few who were still conscious could no longer resist, and their vision went black as they fainted.

Just as he was in a fit of rage, his gaze suddenly pierced through layers of space and looked toward the very edge of the Secret Realm.

There, stood a young man in white as pure as snow, watching all of this with a calm expression.

Most importantly… the purple-gold potential soaring from his body, and that ultimate, pure Pure Yang Qi!

The old man's eyes instantly turned green!

"Found it!!"

"Purple-gold potential! Pure Yang Physique! This is it… the perfect Physical Body bestowed by heaven!!"

"Hahaha! Heaven does not wish for my demise!!"

Boom! The old man transformed into a blood-colored rainbow, carrying indescribable ecstasy and greed, instantly crossing a hundred miles and rushing straight toward Su Feng!

"Brat! Offer up your Physical Body! This Seat will take you to rule the world!!"

Facing this terrifying pounce of the Soul Transformation level, Ying Yue'e was so scared that her face turned pale, and she clutched Su Feng's sleeve tightly: "Brother Su!! Run quickly!!"

However, Su Feng remained motionless.

He watched the Old thing rushing toward him; not only was he not afraid, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he gently flexed his wrists.

"Run?" Within Su Feng's double pupils, two divine lights slowly rotated, like millstones.