In the end, Soul Emperor had gone insane and forced more than 90% of his tribesmen into blood sacrifice, resulting in the almost total erasure of the Soul Clan’s living strength by his own hand.
After the battle, the Gu Clan, as the tragic victors, even vented their anger by plundering and then sealing the entire Soul Realm, leaving the thousands of surviving Soul survivors to fend for themselves amidst the sea of corpses and blood.
After decades of survival and reproduction, these forgotten and exiled members of the Soul Clan finally managed to get through the hardest times.
In this sealed corner of the world, they began to rebuild their tribe.
Hatred and confusion were gradually worn away by time; having experienced the upheaval, the current leaders of the Soul Clan began to re-examine themselves and their entire tribe while struggling to survive.
“Live on!
Like dogs, live on!” On an ordinary afternoon 22 years after the war, the figure of a thin, middle-aged man tore through space and appeared not far from the entrance of the Soul Realm.
From his ability to break through the void, it was clear that his cultivation was celestial, but for some reason, his footsteps were exceptionally heavy and slow, one step at a time, moving with extreme difficulty.
When he was three steps away from the teleportation array, the middle-aged man stopped, his black robe with red borders fluttering in the wind.
After hesitating for a long time, as if making a final decision, he slowly placed his right hand on the teleportation stone—a stone that was both familiar and strange to him.
“Hmm?” The teleportation array did not function normally; after a second try, it still had no reaction.
After confirming there was no problem with his techniques or secret codes, the middle-aged man focused his gaze on the array.
He quickly discovered that the array had been sealed by external force.
“Truly childish tricks.
Are these Gu Clan people even capable of anything sophisticated?” While speaking, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and lightly tapped several positions around the array with his right hand.
A layer of blue restrictive light on the array began to crack and soon completely collapsed.
Thus, the middle-aged man once again placed his hand on the teleportation stone.
After a flash of white light, the figure of this middle-aged man appeared within the teleportation array of the Soul Realm.
“Phew!” Although he was mentally prepared, the middle-aged man was still shocked by the scene of ruined walls and devastation in the Soul Realm.
When he saw that the huge pit in the center of the Soul Realm square—where Soul Emperor had sacrificed his tribesmen during the final battle—had still not been filled after over twenty years, the middle-aged man clenched his fists tightly.
The veins on his arms and face bulged, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Before the middle-aged man had time to see more, he sensed several figures flying through the air toward him.
The leader was a young man wearing the same black robe with red borders as the middle-aged man, with neat short hair and a cultivation level around 5-star Dou Zong.
The others were all around 2-star Dou Zong.
The group of five slowly descended and landed in front of the middle-aged man.
After clasping their hands in a respectful bow, the youth spoke: “Junior Soul Xing is the patriarch of the Soul Clan.
May I ask how to address Senior?” This youth calling himself Soul Xing knew at a glance that the middle-aged man’s cultivation was far above his own.
In fact, after the upheaval of the Soul Clan, all the cultivation resources available in the Soul Realm had been plundered by the Gu Clan; what these survivors could use was not even as good as that of ordinary rogue cultivators in the outside world.
This young man named Soul Xing was only at the 5-star Dou Huang level before the war.
Although he couldn’t be compared with the youths of the five ancient races, being able to break through constraints and advance to Dou Zong within just 20 years in such a harsh environment as the Soul Realm made him a true genius.
“This seat is Soul Emperor.” These five ordinary words sounded like a massive explosion of thunder in the ears of Soul Xing and the other four.
Whether it was the suppression of cultivation or the sheer magnitude of Soul Emperor’s reputation, the five could not help but recoil half a step together.
After standing dazed for a long while, Soul Xing was the first to react and knelt on the ground; the other four also knelt together.
“We welcome the return of Soul Emperor!!!” The five people kneeling on the ground shouted these words with voices that carried a hint of sobbing, using almost all their strength.
Then, a force lifted all five of them simultaneously.
The middle-aged man in black with black hair did not radiate any cultivation power, but the three-word name “Soul Emperor” alone was enough to make the Soul Realm, the Central Plains, and the entire Dou Qi continent tremble with fear!
Now, the King of the Soul Clan had returned!
“Very good.
You all…
are very good.” Soul Emperor, who had lifted the five people, had a very calm expression and tone.
He showed none of the majesty of a Dou Emperor, nor the ruthlessness and madness of someone who would stop at nothing.
He looked completely like an ordinary, handsome middle-aged man.
Yet, 20 years ago, what he did on the entire Dou Qi continent was enough to make children stop crying at night—it was insane and cruel to the extreme.
He was like a different person from this middle-aged man now.