43: Soul Imprint, Possession

"Alright, this can't be blamed on you; among Demonic Path Sects, some crazed individuals always appear."

The young man, dressed in cloud robes with his chest exposed, took a sip from a wine gourd he pulled from his robes. "Those three fellows, I've already detained them. Next, you know what to do..."

"Junior Martial Uncle Ye, thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to us Juniors!"

Qiu Hongyun gave a sycophantic smile and quickly called the other Soul Transformation Cultivators to head over.

"Little Junior Martial Uncle, this Disciple..."

The two Cangyun Sect Soul Transformation Cultivators looked at each other and said respectfully.

"If you find any high-quality spiritual wine, heh."

"This Disciple understands!"

"Go on."

The young man waved his sleeves and flew to the top of the Xuanming Sect's main Peak hall to sit down.

The two Cangyun Sect Soul Transformation Cultivators bowed quickly and then shot away like lightning... "That... is a True Immortal!"

Hundreds of miles away from the Xuanming Sect, Mo Jinghun stood atop a dark, winged centipede, looking back at the frozen crimson dome in amazement.

Above Soul Transformation is the Body Integration Stage.

Only after passing the Body Tempering Lightning Tribulation in the Body Integration Stage and condensing an immortal body can one become a True Immortal.

A True Immortal is an existence capable of founding a Sect and controlling an entire Imperial Dynasty.

Cangyun Sect, Hundred Refining Gate, Mingye Sect, Lieyang Sword Sect, as well as the Feihua Valley and Fenlu Pavilion that appeared today, are all Sects guarded by True Immortals.

They divide spheres of influence by Imperial Dynasties, selecting Spirit Seeds to strengthen their Sects.

Likewise, these Imperial Dynasties were the regions where the Xuanming Sect plundered the most Spirit Seeds.

"Devil Head, where do you think you're going!"

A vine shimmering with pink mana light whipped through the air along with the shout.

There were five people pursuing Mo Jinghun.

Two of them were surprisingly at the Peak Nascent Soul Stage, while the other three were at the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

Mo Jinghun didn't block much, driving the flying centipede to accelerate his escape.

"Swish!"

A crimson Flying Sword sliced through the void, grazing Mo Jinghun's shoulder as it passed.

The next moment, a hundred feet ahead, it transformed into a baring-clawed red dragon, suddenly turning back to spit out countless sword lights.

Mo Jinghun sighed softly as a small jade-bone tower appeared before him, releasing a pale white light screen that enveloped him and the flying centipede.

Clanging sounds of impact rang out, but the small tower managed to block the strike.

But after this setback, he could no longer continue flying forward.

The other four Cultivators from the Six Sects had already formed an encirclement.

"I don't believe it; does every one of you have a soul-suppressing Spiritual Artifact?"

At this point, Mo Jinghun didn't want to run anymore.

The beast soul banner unfurled in the wind, releasing over a thousand beast souls, among which were three Nascent Soul Stage beast souls.

Spirit-Shocking Thorns coalesced by his side, a Black Mist Skull appeared above his head, and a Netherworld Ghost Hand took shape at his left hand.

Mo Jinghun might be a bit lazy, but as the Nascent Soul Elder most proficient in Soul Refining secret techniques below the Soul Transformation stage in the Xuanming Sect, his strength was among the very top in the entire Sect.

"You still dare to resist?"

The female Cultivator from the Feihua Sect raised an eyebrow and snorted, about to step forward when she was stopped by the man from the Mingye Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Mei, may I speak a few words with him first?"

"As you wish, Fellow Daoist Mu."

Mei Luo of the Feihua Sect immediately stopped and put away her Magic Treasure.

"Thank you."

Mu Lang of the Mingye Sect cupped his hands and stepped forward to size up Mo Jinghun. "May I ask, Your Excellency, are you Mo Jinghun?"

"Fellow Daoist, you know me?"

Mo Jinghun's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke indifferently.

The Six Sects had been planning against the Xuanming Sect for a long time; it wasn't surprising they knew information about the three Soul Transformation Cultivators.

But for them to recognize a lazy idler like himself at a glance, that was worth pondering.

Mu Lang nodded slightly and then asked seriously, "May I ask, is Yun Qingluan... safe at this moment?"

"Girl Luan?!"

Mo Jinghun was startled, then thought of that transmission Formation Plate. Seeing the flash of concern in this man's eyes, he suddenly understood.

"My soul imprint hasn't been activated; she is still safe."

With that thought, Mo Jinghun spoke indifferently.

"That's great!"

Mu Lang took a deep breath, revealed a kind smile, and cupped his hands. "My younger sister has been in the Xuanming Sect, and Elder Mo has looked after her much. Mu Lang is eternally grateful."

"Younger sister?"

Mo Jinghun looked surprised. Was this Mingye Sect Cultivator actually Girl Luan's brother?

"Actually, the Six Sects could have found this place two years ago..."

Mu Lang explained quickly, "But because of the Cuiye Plane, it was delayed until now. In the message Qingluan sent, she specifically mentioned Elder Mo. Therefore, please do not resist, Elder Mo, and certainly do not take any drastic actions. Once this matter is over, you will naturally see Qingluan."

He didn't say much, but the meaning was clear enough.

Recalling that transmission Formation Plate, how could Mo Jinghun not understand? The so-called traitor of the Xuanming Sect was actually his own good Disciple.

Because of Yun Qingluan, he faced a dead end.

Yet it was also because of her that he found a sliver of hope.

Mo Jinghun sighed softly, dispelling his Spells and putting away the beast souls, the small tower, and the flying centipede. "In that case, I also wish to see Girl Luan again."

"That is for the best."

Mu Lang nodded with satisfaction and smiled with a hint of apology. "Elder Mo is proficient in Soul Refining secret techniques, which aligns with the Cultivation Techniques of my Mingye Sect. In the future, perhaps there is hope for you to become a True Immortal."

As he spoke, his hand signs changed, and a Black Mist Chain rapidly coiled around Mo Jinghun's body.

"True Immortal..."

Feeling his Nascent Soul sealed by the Black Mist Chain, Mo Jinghun murmured in a low voice.

A Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator has a Lifespan of two thousand years; his remaining Lifespan was barely a hundred years.

Whether he could Breakthrough to Soul Transformation was an unknown, let alone dreaming of becoming a ten-thousand-year True Immortal above Body Integration.

Seeing Mo Jinghun surrender, the other four all showed looks of disappointment.

They glanced at each other and then shot off in all directions.

If they delayed any longer, they probably wouldn't even get a sip of the soup.

Of the dozen or so Nascent Souls in the Xuanming Sect, those still alive were now fewer than ten.

At the same time, beneath the dome, the figure of a Mingye Sect Soul Transformation Cultivator silently dissipated... "Revered Master, save me!"

In the Cuiye Secret Realm, a Personal Disciple at the Early Core Formation Stage had his Magical Artifact shattered and was sent flying while coughing up blood.

Upon entering the Secret Realm, he, who was already at the Peak Foundation Establishment, found a safe place to lay low.

Through pre-prepared Medicinal Pills, he spent nearly three months successfully forming a Golden Core and becoming a Core Formation Stage Cultivator.

After coming out of seclusion, relying on the Magic Treasure bestowed by his Revered Master, he indeed swept through everything, collecting many Spiritual Plants, Spirit Medicines, and rare Ores.

But with one moment of carelessness, he was actually ambushed by a third-rank Peak Molten Fire Lizard.

His defensive Magical Artifact instantly turned into fragments, and his offensive Magic Treasure was pinned under a claw, unable to move.

Even more dangerous, there was another third-rank Late Stage Molten Fire Lizard on the other side, firing an overwhelming barrage of molten fireballs at him.

At the critical moment of life and death, he could only activate his Revered Master's soul imprint.

But until he was blasted into dregs by the molten fireballs, his Revered Master's soul never appeared.

At the same time, in the Extreme Ice Snow Field, Cloud Miasma Marsh, Crimson Refining Sand Sea, Canglan Sea... many Personal Disciples one after another discovered that the soul imprints within their bodies were actually undergoing spontaneous, abnormal movements.

Extremely vast and terrifying soul power was being transmitted across the void.

"Revered Master?! Why is this?!"

"Revered Master! You actually..."

"Possession?! This is Possession?!"

"Impossible! Even if I die, I won't let you have your way!"

The souls of Wu Tiehun, Feng Xingyun, Li Lingzhi... every one of the Personal Disciples who had promoted to Core Formation faced the erosion and devouring of their 'Revered Master's' soul.