C163 You Are Really Bad!

The sword scars etched into the rocky walls of the Soul Transformation Pool had the power to draw in the soul consciousness of the mighty, and Yu Yuan had long been aware of this fact.

He suspected that the desiccated Soul Transformation Pool indeed harbored some kind of wonder.

As the White Ghost had revealed, the pool was the heart of the Heaven Sealing Soul Transformation Formation, the vital energy source that powered the grand array.

When the bronze coffin burst skyward, the heavenly restraints, meant to suppress, were torn asunder by the transgressor from the Divine Soul Sect.

It was likely at that very moment, the Soul Transformation Pool's already dwindling soul energy was utterly depleted.

Without its soul energy, the Heaven Sealing Soul Transformation Formation, which once dominated this realm, would become ineffective.

The sword aura within Qin Yun and Lee Yuchan's arms was evidently in tune with the sword marks, responding keenly.

Now, with the Rainier Empire's cultivators converging at the Soul Transformation Pool, there was an opportunity to be seized...

"Brother Yu."

Qin Yun of the Seven Divine Sect, his face a picture of gloom, shook his head, "Why bother?"

Lee Yuchan, with a clarity of understanding, furrowed her brow and telepathically communicated, "Those sword scars on the walls are enigmatic and unpredictable. The Rainier Empire's cultivators are likely to get ensnared. Lingering too long could harm their Yin Gods. And what of the Alien Soul Evil Spirits' arrival?"

She was clearly displeased with the visitors from the Rainier Empire.

Yet, despite her displeasure, these cultivators, following the edicts of the Scorching Sun Emperor and Zhou Cangmin, bore the responsibility to eradicate the Alien Soul Evil Spirits.

Yu Yuan's persuasive words had already coaxed them into releasing their soul thoughts and consciousness to delve into the mysteries of the sword scars, risking significant harm.

Should their strength wane and they face the Alien Soul Evil Spirits unprepared, what then?

To act out of spite seemed hardly worthwhile.

"Sister Li, don't concern yourself with my actions. I have my reasons for enticing them to study the sword scars," Yu Yuan conveyed to Li Yuchan with a narrowing of his eyes.

"Sword scars!"

Duan Guanlan from the Primordial Yang Sect and Wu Zimo were momentarily taken aback, yet neither was ready to back down.

Even Yu Yuan, whom he found disagreeable, set aside his disdain for the moment to delve into the secrets of swordsmanship hidden within the sword scars.

Yu Yuan wasn't wrong.

Duan Guanlan and Wu Zimo were once considered prodigies of the Rainier Empire, handpicked at a young age by the Primordial Yang Sect and bestowed with exquisite Spiritual Spells.

Before setting foot on the Heavenly Source Continent and joining the sect, they were convinced they were destined to be the sect's future pillars.

However...

It was only after they achieved Profound Break and were ushered into the sect by a Primordial Yang Sect elder that they realized they had been naive, seeing the world as if from the bottom of a well.

The Rainier Empire, the Profound Sky Continent, the Heavenly Source Continent—they were all just that well.

Within the Primordial Yang Sect, the few chosen from the Profound Sky, Quietus, and Heavenly Source Continents were each exceptional in their own right.

The two of them were merely among the many.

They held no special status in the Primordial Yang Sect; among their peers, they even ranked towards the bottom.

This harsh awakening made them face a brutal truth—they were only Rainier Empire's geniuses.

In the vast expanse of the Boundless Land, within the esteemed ranks of the Primordial Yang Sect's Upper Sects, they were quite common and unremarkable, not meriting the sect's full investment.

The allocation of cultivation resources they received, based on individual realm, talent, and contributions to the sect, was insufficient.

Their return to the Rainier Empire was motivated by the hope of securing a collection of spiritual materials and pills through their family's influence, resources that could expedite their advancement from Profound Break to Penetrating, allowing them to catch up with their fellow disciples.

The Fallen Moon Forbidden Area, once renowned across the Profound Sky Continent and the Boundless Land, presented a chance for fortune after its mysterious transformation. The two convinced their family elders to take a gamble on this opportunity.

The allure of those sword marks was irresistible to them!

"Brother Yu, you really are..."

With a charming smile and eyes as expressive as a painting, Su Yan's voice, crisp and pleasant, teased, "You're quite the scoundrel, aren't you?"

Yu Yuan turned away, his gaze falling on the familiar, charming face before him, stirring memories of someone from his past life. "What's wrong?"

"It's bad, but..." Su Yan bit her lip, fighting back a smile, "it's actually quite good."

She had witnessed Qin Yun's Yin God sustain severe damage from the sword scar, and Lee Yuchan coughing up blood. She saw it all with crystal clarity.

She had realized earlier that the sword scar was problematic. For cultivators above the Penetrating Stage, it posed a significant threat, yet it seemed to spare those with lesser abilities.

Yu Yuan had set a trap that the elite cultivators of the Rainier Empire had blindly leapt into, much to her delight.

Seeing Yu Yuan again, her heart fluttered with subtle waves of affection. He was becoming increasingly agreeable in her eyes.

Unbidden, her thoughts drifted to Lim Zhuyun, the empire's jewel, as renowned for her beauty as Su Yan herself. She remembered Lim's distraught departure, her tangled history with Yu Yuan.

Determined, she resolved to repair the Yu family ties if she could just return safely to the empire. For the sake of Yu Yuan alone, the Su family would humble themselves and make amends.

"Hey!"

Yu Yuan called out, stepping lightly over to Wu Zimo with a mischievous grin. "You're wasting your time. With your level of cultivation, you won't be able to decipher the true wonders hidden within the sword scar."

"And another thing..."

His gaze shifted to Duan Guanlan, and as he was about to speak, a look of astonishment crossed his face.

Duan Guanlan stood there, his expression vacant and bewildered, with a flicker of crimson light dancing in the depths of his eyes.

This disciple of the Primordial Yang Sect was transfixed by the sword mark on the wall, seemingly lost in its depths.

Yet, the sinister red glow in Duan's eyes, belonging to someone who had advanced to the late Profound Break Stage, hinted at something ominous and eerie.

Wu Zimo, unable to discern the mysteries of the sword mark and stung by Yu Yuan's taunt, was on the verge of lashing out when she noticed the anomaly.

She stared at Duan Guanlan, her fellow disciple, her initial confusion giving way to sudden realization. "Senior Brother Duan, the Spiritual Spell you're practicing is strictly prohibited by our sect!" she exclaimed in alarm.

Cultivators from the Primordial Yang Sect secretly practicing the Red Devil Sect's Devil Spell? Yu Yuan couldn't help but chuckle. "The Devil Spell is typically started in the late Profound Break Stage, offering a chance to condense Spiritual Sense before entering the Penetrating Stage. How intriguing that disciples from the Heavenly Source Continent's Primordial Yang Sect are dabbling in the Red Devil Sect's techniques from the Quietus Continent!"

Duan Guanlan's clandestine cultivation of the Devil Spell, in his quest to keep pace with his senior fellow disciple, was a secret to all. It's likely he had already formed strands of Spiritual Sense; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to perceive the mysteries within the sword mark.

Yet, if his actions were to be revealed, he'd find himself without a foothold in the Primordial Yang Sect. "Such a waste," Qin Yun of the Seven Divine Sect murmured, shaking his head in regret. He realized that from that moment on, Duan Guanlan would cease to be a disciple of the Primordial Yang Sect.

"Good thing your own cultivation level is modest, or what a predicament you'd be in," Yu Yuan said to Wu Zimo with a sly grin. "Sister Wu, could you be following in his footsteps, secretly practicing a Demonic Spiritual Spell to hasten your advancement? Now that would be truly fascinating."

With a sudden burst, a stream of thick, crimson blood erupted from Duan Guanlan's mouth, and he collapsed with a heavy crash.

"Young Master!"

Simultaneously, another Yin God Stage expert from the Duan family seemed to have violently torn away from the constraints of the sword scar. After his Yin God dispersed, he came to once more. This towering figure, clad in a bright red robe with a ruddy complexion, was a sight to behold.

As his Yin God coalesced, Yu Yuan flashed a knowing smile. "Ah, another one walking the same path!" The elder Duan, along with his manifested Yin God, bore the unmistakable mark of a Demonic Cultivator from the Red Devil Sect.

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