Not long after Xiao Yan found a safe place to refine the soul light orb, the Hall of Souls received word that one of its branches had suddenly gone dark. When they dispatched investigators to assess the situation, they were met with a shocking scene—two Dou Zun who were supposed to be stationed there launched a vicious assault against them. Left with no choice, the reinforcements had to strike back, ultimately killing the pair. Somehow, their attacks had been so ruthless that they even shattered the souls of both Dou Zun completely.
With those two dead, the whereabouts of the soul light orb became a mystery. Ultimately, the incident was written off as a betrayal: the two elders had supposedly colluded with an outside force to steal the soul treasure. Everyone involved knew there were holes in that explanation, but with no evidence and no one alive to question, it was the most convenient answer.
No one dared report the full truth up the chain. The theft of a soul light orb was a major offense in the Hall of Souls—enough to get everyone involved executed. Thankfully, this particular branch was in a remote, unimportant area. As long as the personnel could be replaced and new soul bodies collected, the loss could be recouped in time.
Xiao Yan was unaware of these internal discussions—but he didn't need to be. Truthfully, he had already guessed how things would play out. It was no exaggeration to say that his understanding of the Hall of Souls was deeper than that of Hun Miesheng himself. He knew exactly how their bureaucracy worked, and how people at the middle levels would always try to cover up any mishaps.
That was why Xiao Yan had deliberately left behind two soul puppets to be destroyed—he had essentially handed them an excuse on a silver platter. Whether they truly believed the excuse or not was irrelevant. What mattered was that it gave them a reason to shift responsibility and move on. Sometimes, Xiao Yan couldn't help but reflect—if the Hall of Souls had a few more competent members like the Heavenly Poison Woman, his previous life's rise might have been impossible.
Within a small temporary space he'd created, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged inside the Tower of Spirit Refining, slowly absorbing the transparent soul light orb. Even with the help of the tower and Xiao Yao, the soul orb's energy was still overwhelming for his current level. It took him nearly two months to fully refine it.
When the final trace of soul energy poured into his body, an immense storm of soul force erupted outward. The temporary space began to crack under the pressure, showing signs of collapse. However, the soul storm only lasted for a few seconds before rapidly receding back into Xiao Yan's body. Moments later, his eyes—shut for two long months—slowly opened.
The instant his eyes opened, two deep-red energy beams shot from them, piercing through the layers of space and obliterating a distant mountaintop outside the miniature dimension.
This wasn't a display of his Annihilation Flame Eyes technique—it was pure soul power. To destroy a mountain from inside a sealed space with just his soul force? That alone demonstrated how terrifying Xiao Yan's soul had become. If he added a technique like Annihilation Flame Eyes on top of that, even a Half-Saint wouldn't dare face it directly.
"Hu..." Xiao Yan exhaled a long breath.
After fully refining the soul light orb, his soul power had finally broken through to the Heaven Rank. He knew very well that if he could obtain a few more soul light orbs like this, he might even push his soul to the Heaven Rank's peak.
But there were risks. A single missing orb might be dismissed—but if multiple orbs vanished, not even the Hall of Souls could cover it up. Word would eventually reach the Hun Clan itself. And once that happened, it could bring powerful Dou Shengs down upon his head.
For now, he had to put those thoughts aside. One Heaven Rank soul was more than enough. He had other plans to act on.
There was only a month left before the deadline Yaolao had mentioned. He needed to make full use of that time to strengthen himself—and more importantly, it was time to initiate the plan he'd been preparing in secret. If it succeeded, it would completely transform his situation.
With that thought, Xiao Yan chuckled. He swiped his palm through the air, tearing open his small space and stepping out. Behind him, the dimension silently collapsed and disappeared without a trace.
A few days later, a shocking piece of news spread across Central Plains: the tomb of the legendary Fire Flood Dragon Saint had appeared.
This Fire Flood Dragon Saint wasn't from an ancient clan, but he had still left an indelible mark on the Dou Qi continent. Rumors claimed he had reached the peak of the Dou Sheng class and had even been a 9th-tier alchemist. But what truly made every power tremble was this: it was said he had possessed the number one Heavenly Flame on the Heavenly Flame Ranking.
These rumors sent a ripple through the continent. Countless factions began mobilizing—and even the ancient clans showed signs of interest. Forget the Heavenly Flame itself—even a peak Dou Sheng's remains were an unimaginable treasure.
Everyone knew that the top three Heavenly Flames were earth-shattering in their power. The Flame of the Fallen Lotus, ranked third, had once allowed the Demon Lotus Saint to dominate his era. A flame ranked first? That was beyond comprehension.
More importantly, the Fire Flood Dragon Saint had reportedly died peacefully—unlike the Demon Lotus Saint, who had been consumed by his own flame. That meant the flame might still be dormant and without a spirit. If so, there was a real chance it could be subdued.
Even the skeleton of a peak Dou Sheng was a priceless gift. The blood and essence within such a corpse could significantly empower even elite Dou Shengs, let alone lower-ranked cultivators. The potential gains were astronomical.
However, the relic was protected by a special spatial barrier. Only those at or below Five-Star Dou Zun could enter. Thus, the ancient clans—except for the Hall of Souls—each selected their inheritors to explore the relic. It was an excellent training opportunity for their most promising youths.
And that was exactly what someone had been waiting for.
As for why the Hall of Souls didn't participate… the reason was simple.
Their clan leader was still in seclusion, so most decisions were being handled by elders. While they were still debating who to send, Void Elder emerged from his retreat, heard the news, and gave a single order: "It's fake."
Of course, whether the relic was real or not, only Void Elder truly knew.
Because whether the number one Heavenly Flame truly existed… if anyone knew the answer—it was him.
(End of Chapter)
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