Dai Lu was furious.

So furious that he was madly pounding the stone walls.

The reason was simple: during the Dragon-Tiger Supremacy Contest period, he had taken a yellowed map to search for treasure, and after wearing through several pairs of shoes, he had finally found the treasure location, only to discover… there was nothing there!

What was even more devastating:

He encountered many other martial artists one after another, each holding a map identical to his own.

After everyone sat down together to discuss and exchange information, they realized that all the maps had been bought from the same street stall old man.

So.

Any normal person would immediately realize they had been scammed!

“Ahhh—”

Dai Lu tilted his head back and roared. The green attribute released from his entire body instantly spread outward like ocean waves. The nearby vegetation that came into contact with it instantly transformed from lush and flourishing to withered.

He had thought that by relying on the map to find an opportunity, he could raise his cultivation to a higher level, then seek revenge against Wangu Sect and Ye Xingchen. But in the end, it was all for nothing—he definitely couldn’t accept this!

Dai Lu shouted loudly: “Is it really that hard for me to get revenge!”

“Young man.”

Suddenly, a sinister voice came to his ears: “To make yourself stronger, you should absorb others’ energy. Only the weak would rely on such illusory opportunities.”

“Who!” Dai Lu said in alarm.

The voice continued: “You can call me Soul, or you can call me Lord.”

Dai Lu said coldly: “Get out of my body!”

“Kekeke.”

The existence calling itself Soul laughed strangely: “Once I leave, the Devouring Power will immediately disappear. You’d better think this through.”

Dai Lu’s expression changed.

He had already achieved the Martial King Realm, and all of this stemmed from the Devouring Power. If he lost it, he definitely couldn’t accept that.

“Young man, only under my guidance can you become stronger, can you crush Wangu Sect and Ye Xingchen beneath your palm,” Soul laughed strangely.

Dai Lu said in a deep voice: “Really?”

“Although you’ve gained some understanding of the Devouring Power these past two years, you’ve only remained at the most basic level. Now that this lord has awakened, I’ll teach you how to use it properly,” Soul said proudly.

“How do I use it?” Dai Lu’s heart stirred with excitement.

He had gained the Devouring Power out of nowhere, and now there was inexplicably another guy calling himself ‘Soul’ in his body—he could adapt to this quite quickly.

“The Devouring Power can only refine even purer energy when paired with the Devouring Heart Sutra. I’ll transmit it to you now.”

In an instant, passage after passage of seemingly incomprehensible formulas appeared in Dai Lu’s consciousness sea, causing him to unconsciously immerse himself in them. After a short while, his eyes suddenly blazed with fervent light.

“Young man.”

Soul said proudly: “I’m not bragging, but if you comprehend twenty to thirty percent of the cultivation method, you’ll definitely be able to easily trample Wangu Sect and Ye Xingchen beneath your feet.”

“Crack!”

Dai Lu clenched both fists, his gaze flashing grassland green as he said: “I look forward to that day.”

…

“Achoo!”

Jun Changxiao, sitting in his study, sneezed, then rubbed his nose and said: “Is someone cursing me?”

System: “Host has inherited a physique from ancient times. Don’t you really plan to consider doing something for Xingyun Continent?”

“The Martial Emperors of ancient times could all be controlled by foreign races. I also want to do something, but my strength won’t allow it,” Jun Changxiao said helplessly.

System: “They didn’t say you should immediately go save the world. Passing down the physique to your disciples is also hoping that when you become stronger in the future, you can protect this realm.”

“We’ll see,” Jun Changxiao said.

System said speechlessly: “This is because no sect or disciple has offended you. Otherwise, Host would have already taken a stance!”

“Absolutely!”

Jun Changxiao said seriously: “If they dare provoke my Wangu Sect or touch my disciples, forget the Soul Clan—even if it’s the Po Clan, I’ll kill them all!”

“So to avoid disaster, I think Host could put more attention on the foreign races. It would be best to find time to go to Beimo Prefecture and see if you can break the formation, then follow the passage to invade the foreign race territory and nip the danger in the bud,” the System instigated.

“That makes sense.”

“Wait!”

Jun Changxiao suddenly became alert and said: “This matter concerns human survival—why is a machine without emotions like you so enthusiastic about it?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” System said: “If Host confronts foreign races and your strength isn’t enough, you’ll go in and get beaten to death, so you’ll definitely rely on the shop. This will stimulate consumption.”

“Holy crap!”

Jun Changxiao said despairingly: “If you want me to spend money, could you be less direct about it!”

…

“Can I become stronger just by relying on this one cultivation method?”

“The Devouring Heart Sutra can only make you strong to a certain degree. If you want to achieve even higher breakthroughs, like shattering the void, you’ll need to inherit the Devouring Bloodline.”

Shatter the void?

Dai Lu’s eyes turned green as he said: “How do I inherit the Devouring Bloodline?”

“In the Yellow Sand Lands of Beimo Prefecture, there’s an area sealed by a formation. Once you break it, you’ll enter an independent space where the Devouring Bloodline exists.”

Stomp!

Dai Lu stopped, alert: “Why are you helping me become stronger? Do you have ulterior motives?”

Soul: “…”

How could someone who was fooled by a street stall old man into stupidly searching for treasure suddenly have his intelligence come online and say something like this!

“Very simple.”

Soul said: “We have a common enemy.”

“Wangu Sect?”

“Correct.”

“I see.”

Dai Lu understood, saying hatefully: “You and I will cooperate to make this sect say goodbye to the martial world!”

“Wangu Sect’s strength is somewhat formidable. Relying solely on the cultivation method to trample them beneath your feet is a bit difficult, so I suggest you go to Beimo Prefecture, break the formation seal, and find the Devouring Bloodline,” Soul said.

“I don’t understand formations.”

“No problem. As long as you go, I’ll be responsible for breaking the formation.”

“Good!”

Green Headband Bro resolutely set out on the road to Beimo Prefecture, beginning to fantasize about possessing the Devouring Bloodline, getting his sweet revenge, then shattering the void and ascending to the upper realm.

…

“Xinyao, make preparations.”

Jun Changxiao said: “In a couple of days, follow this seat to Beimo Prefecture to find the area where Formation Emperor sealed the space passage.”

“Is Sect Master going to the foreign race world?” Shangguan Xinyao said with wide eyes.

Jun Changxiao said: “Since the space passage connects two worlds, this seat is worried that having existed until now, it might have loosened. If the foreign races break through, that would be troublesome.”

“I understand!”

Shangguan Xinyao said: “Sect Master wants this disciple to reinforce it!”

“Yes.”

“Sect Master is so thorough in his considerations—truly a blessing for all living beings!”

“…”

Shangguan Xinyao’s words made Jun Changxiao feel quite embarrassed. After all, going to take a look was simply to confirm the entrance leading to foreign race territory—the starting point wasn’t for the world’s common people at all.

“Sect Master.”

Ye Xingchen volunteered: “This disciple wishes to accompany you!”

After learning the reasons behind the battle of emperors from ten thousand years ago, he was very curious about what exactly the Soul Clan was.

“You may.”

After arranging sect affairs, Jun Changxiao chose a day to bring Shangguan Xinyao and Ye Xingchen to Beimo Prefecture.

“Whoosh whoosh!”

In the northwest at He Prefecture, Dai Lu was also hurrying along while devouring energy. Because he had the cultivation method to match, his realm was advancing very quickly.

“Not bad, not bad.”

Soul said with satisfaction: “At your current growth rate, forget challenging all of Wangu Sect—taking down Ye Xingchen shouldn’t be a problem.”

Dai Lu smiled coldly: “Don’t let me run into that guy!”

…

“Whoosh whoosh!”

In the Yellow Sand Lands of Beimo Prefecture, wild winds howled and dust filled the sky, raging like a violent storm.

“Sect Master.”

Shangguan Xinyao opened her eyes and said: “This is where Senior Formation Emperor set up the formation back then.”

“Can you control it?”

“The formation’s structure is more complex than the Ten Directions Absolute Death Tower. This disciple may need some time.”

After inheriting the Formation Spirit Body, Shangguan Xinyao’s understanding of formations had advanced by leaps and bounds. Although she temporarily hadn’t reached Zhen Dejun’s level, she no longer needed help and could break down complex formations with massive engineering on her own.

“You break it. This seat will protect you,” Jun Changxiao said.

“Yes!”

Shangguan Xinyao communicated with the formation that existed in the invisible, beginning to penetrate and deduce it.

Ye Xingchen sat on a boulder nearby, operating the Spiritual Vein Body, absorbing the heaven and earth attributes that existed in this place.

“Hmm?”

After about a moment, he opened his eyes and looked toward the distant area where wind and sand howled. He saw a black shadow gradually appearing, so he furrowed his brow and muttered: “This person… looks somewhat familiar.”