The feeling of entering the world this time was different from before. Just as Su Jingxuan stepped into the stone mirror, he felt powerful attacks instantly hitting him. The immense impact made him feel the almost soul-shattering pain.
However, immediately, the dragon soul within his soul emerged, enveloping and protecting him, resisting the damage. Despite this, it still couldn’t truly protect him.
The space exploded into a black hole full of storms capable of tearing a person apart. It swiftly swallowed him, and consciousness sank into the darkness amidst the pain of a shattered soul.
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“One, two, three, a total of three infants. Damn it, I almost lost my life for these little things. The Yasha Clan is not easy to deal with.”
“Alright, stop complaining. Let’s hurry back. If the Yasha Clan finds out the infants are missing, it will be troublesome. I heard that a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage was captured by the Yasha Clan last time. Seven Yan guy stripped him of his tendons and skin, refining his soul into a soul lamp. We’re just in the Foundation Establishment stage; if we get caught up, it’s over.”
When Su Jingxuan regained consciousness, he was awakened by the voices of two men—one with a thick voice and the other with a thin one.
The cold wind blew in the air, and everything around him swayed. Opening his eyes hazily, he found himself locked in a cage made of an unknown material, extremely weak and freezing.
At this moment, a chubby man with long hair and ancient-style clothing held his cage in his hand, flying on a sword. Next to the chubby man was a slender middle-aged man similarly dressed in ancient attire, flying on a sword while holding two cages, each containing a child.
Although they were called children, they looked more like a fitting description. Their entire bodies were pitch black, without facial features, resembling a ‘person’ composed of black mist.
Seemingly realizing something, he abruptly lifted both hands to check. Surprised, he reached out to touch his own face, finding it to be the same black color without facial features. He was just like the strange creatures inside the other two cages!
What in the world is going on?
Even Su Jingxuan, known for his calm demeanor, felt a bit panicked at this moment. He clearly sensed that he was now a soul, his original soul, not inside someone else’s body. But why did he end up like this?
Where was he now? In a grand hall? In the world? What happened when he entered the world? Who was behind those attacks? What exactly occurred? And where was He He? Why couldn’t he feel He He’s presence in his soul?
Staring blankly at the situation in front of him, Su Jingxuan was filled with questions. He wanted to speak, to shout, but he couldn’t. He was now like the strange creatures in the other two cages, lacking facial features and unable to produce any sound naturally.
However, the ‘children’ in the opposite cages seemed to sense his emotions. Suddenly, a childish voice echoed in his mind, communicating with him through a familiar kind of consciousness.
“Yes, Little Nine, don’t be afraid. When the Saint Sovereign comes, he will surely capture these hateful human cultivators and let them experience the taste of refining the soul frequently!”
Another voice, equally childish and comforting, sounded.
Su Jingxuan didn’t reply, remaining silent for the moment. He could confirm that these two voices were talking to him, but he didn’t know the current situation.
The two individuals who had confined him in the cage were undoubtedly not good people, but he wasn’t sure about the relationship between him and the two ‘children’ who called him ‘Little Nine.’
Without getting his response, the two voices didn’t find it strange. They probably thought he was just scared. Little Nine was the youngest among them, having just gained spiritual wisdom, and hadn’t yet received the Elder’s teachings. It was normal for him to be a bit foolish.
The two men holding their cages continued flying on the sword at a fast pace, as if escaping for their lives. They dared not rest for a moment on the way, constantly replenishing their strength with various elixirs. Occasionally, they checked the life and death situation in the cages, afraid that they might die.
Now, although the situation was strange, based on Su Jingxuan’s experience in various worlds and the fragments of information from the two flying men, it could be inferred that this was probably a cultivation world.
The two men who captured him appeared to be ordinary human cultivators, but it was impossible to conclude whether they were good or bad. In a world where strength was revered, there was no clear distinction between good and evil; all beings competed for resources in pursuit of cultivation.
As for his current identity, Su Jingxuan’s mind was a mess.
He could clearly feel that he hadn’t entered anyone’s body; this was his own soul and spirit. But why did the two ‘children’ address him as ‘Little Nine’ and seem so familiar with him? They also looked very much like ‘kin.’
Unable to understand, hesitating for a while, Su Jingxuan decided to take a risk and extract information from the ‘children’ in the opposite cages.
It was the only option. He couldn’t speak the human language, making it impossible to communicate with the two human cultivators. He could only use a certain power to communicate with the two ‘children’ who belonged to the same kind.
After some back-and-forth explanations from the two children, Su Jingxuan pieced together the current situation.
His speculation was correct; this was indeed a cultivation world called the ‘Spirit Realm.’ Here, not only were there human cultivators, but there were also various other races like the demon clan, ghost clan, and ephemeral insect clan, among many different races. Everyone coexisted in this world, practicing cultivation.
He and the other two children were newly born spiritual beings of the Yasha Clan.
According to the children, the Yasha Clan was one of the races in the Spirit Realm. However, compared to other clans, the Yasha Clan had very few members.
Because they did not reproduce like other races, each new member of the tribe was a spiritual being accidentally born from the gathering of spiritual energy in the heavens and earth. The reproduction and inheritance were extremely difficult.
Unfortunately, the Yasha Clan’s individuals were very weak during their infancy, making it difficult for them to grow. They required careful nurturing.
More importantly, the Yasha Clan’s members were the best materials for crafting spiritual artifacts. Spiritual treasures made from Yasha spirits were not only more powerful than ordinary treasures but also had significant potential for advancement. Proper cultivation could even turn them into immortal treasures.
This caused the entire Yasha Clan to become a sought-after target for human cultivators and others who needed spiritual treasures. The mature Yasha spirits were hard to capture, but the weak infants became their targets.
Massacres significantly reduced the already scarce number of Yasha spirits. Even wild infants were almost completely captured. Some daring individuals even infiltrated the Yasha Clan’s nest to steal.
He and the other two children were the newly born infants of the Yasha Clan, who were supposed to be well-protected. However, the two infiltrators managed to take advantage of the situation, capturing them as unlucky victims.
Su Jingxuan was the unluckiest among them. He was captured before he could even fully awaken, and without understanding anything, he was taken away. The two Yasha children called him ‘Little Nine’ because he was the ninth individual to gain spiritual wisdom in this generation.
He was still himself now, but he probably suffered severe injuries from the powerful attacks when he entered the stone mirror. His soul fell into this world without dying, unexpectedly recovering as a newborn Yasha infant due to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This place was likely not in the world he knew, and it seemed to be a real world.
However, where exactly was this place? And was He He in this world?
“Little Nine, don’t be afraid. The Saint Sovereign and the elders will definitely come to rescue us.”
The children in the opposite cages continued to comfort him incessantly, but the faintly trembling tone betrayed that the two children were not as calm as they appeared. The inner fear couldn’t be suppressed and was beginning to surface.
They had been away from their tribe for a long time, now far away from their people. The strong human scent below the flying sword indicated that they had reached an area with a large gathering of human beings. The hope of the tribe finding them was becoming increasingly slim.
