Soul Emperor Martial God

"Ice Venerable?" Xiao Yi furrowed his brows.

He had never heard of this figure.

Even among the many scrolls and documents he had read, these three words had never appeared.

Xiao Yi didn't think much of it and suddenly turned the Blizzard Sword in his hand.

The sword edge swept across horizontally.

However, the Blizzard Sword, which had already pierced through the ghost light, simply swept across once more.

As if striking air.

"Cold Ice Sea Covering Slash," Xiao Yi snorted coldly.

A tide of sword sounds poured out.

Yet, the result was still unable to trouble the ghost light in the slightest.

"Hehe," the ghost light laughed eerily, "Kid, it's useless. This is just my Spiritual Sense."

"Spiritual Sense?" Xiao Yi frowned at first, then his countenance drastically changed.

He hadn't heard of the Ice Venerable.

But 'Spiritual Sense,' he had seen it mentioned in some ancient texts.

Records on 'Spiritual Sense' were not detailed.

It was only known to be an extremely powerful method used by Martial Artists.

And this method, as far as Xiao Yi knew, was impossible even for those at the peak of Earth Extreme.

It was definitely a technique beyond the Earth Extreme Realm.

Moreover, the records on 'Spiritual Sense' had been sealed and lost for many years.

"You're already dead," Xiao Yi said coldly, his heart shocked to the extreme.

At the same time, with his keen perception, he had taken in everything within the cave.

Inside the cave, apart from corpses strewn everywhere,

there was an Extreme Ice Sacred Lotus at the end of the cave.

Xiao Yi remembered the Extreme Ice Sacred Lotus he had seen in Medicine King Valley, which was only the size of a palm.

And the one given to him by the Senior Sky-splitting Sword Maiden was several times larger.

But the one now in front of him was as tall as a person, and it was still growing vigorously.

Heaven knows how many years this Extreme Ice Sacred Lotus had been growing, and how terrifying the medicinal power it contained.

In addition, there was a pool of water at the other end of the cave.

The water was milky white, with an aura that was pure and unmatched, the very essence of Cold Ice.

Xiao Yi couldn't help but take a sharp breath. Inside the entire spring, the Cold Ice Essence was innumerable, easily more than tens of thousands of pounds.

But the next second, Xiao Yi quickly reacted.

His cold gaze fixed firmly on the ghost light in front of him.

"Everything, it was all your doing," Xiao Yi said coldly.

This cave was obviously a treasure land.

The Extreme Ice Sacred Lotus and that pool of Cold Ice Essence were the best proofs.

And now, Xiao Yi could clearly sense that the energy within the cave was continuously rising upward.

This pure and powerful energy was transmitted to the top through layer upon layer of Ice Mountains.

At the top of the Extreme Cold Rift was the Land of Wind and Snow, filled with rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

"Hehe," the ghost light sneered.

"Above the rift, that Land of Wind and Snow is full of treasures, isn't it?"

"It always attracts many fools to fight over them, leading to fierce battles, killing, and death."

"Of course, there are also many unlucky ones, who fall into the rift as a result."

"I can't recall how many years it has been, whether it's a hundred years, a thousand, or even longer."

"In any case, those who fall into the Extreme Cold Rift end up as these scattered corpses."

"It doesn't look like many."

"At least, not one of them has been satisfactory to me."

"Satisfactory?" Xiao Yi's brows tightened.

"Hehe," the ghost light sneered, "I have waited countless years and have always failed to find a body suitable for me to inhabit."

Saying this, the ghost light glanced at the Wind Snow Sword Master behind Xiao Yi.

"The only one that I almost found satisfactory was that fellow."

"Not too powerful yet, but with decent aptitude."

"But still, not good enough to completely satisfy me."

"Retrospectively, I was right not to rush into seizing that guy's body a few decades ago."

"After all, I have now waited for you."

With that, the ghost light's luminance suddenly intensified.

That cold, malevolent light made one's skin crawl.

"Seizing a body?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, and then his face changed drastically as he exclaimed in shock, "You want to perform a Body Seizing."

Body Seizing was an extremely potent yet sinister technique.

In the Ancient Times, some Martial Artists with towering Cultivation, if they died, would forcefully snatch another person's body using this method.

Once the Body Seizing was successful,

The soul of the person whose body was seized would be obliterated.

In essence, this was akin to death for a Martial Artist.

And his physical body would be usurped by the one who seized it.

Through this, the Body Seizer would achieve Resurrection.

To seize another's body and cast away their soul, this method was extremely cruel and malicious.

"Oh?" The ghost light showed a flicker of surprise at the words, "Kid, not bad. You even know about Body Seizing."

Such a method is probably beyond the reach of an ordinary Heavenly Extreme Realm Martial Artist.

Just who was this ghost light in life?

Xiao Yi dared not delay any further and his Blizzard Sword thrusted out repeatedly.

"Kid," the ghost light spoke smugly, "I told you, I'm just Spiritual Sense, you can't hurt me."

"Hmph," Xiao Yi released a surge of Purple Flame from his hand and blasted it fiercely.

The Purple Crystal Spirit Flame possessed the power to Destroy Everything.

Even Spiritual Sense would not escape unscathed.

As expected, when the Purple Flame burned upon the ghost light, it had an effect, causing the ghost light to tremble and burn away slightly.

"Purple Crystal Spirit Flame?" The face on the ghost light showed a hint of surprise.

Immediately, his gaze shifted to Xiao Yi, and a deeper sense of astonishment colored his expression, "To actually possess four types of mighty flames of this world."

"Tsk tsk, kid, are you a monster?"

Ghost Light managed to discern Xiao Yi's condition at a glance.

"Hahaha." Ghost Light immediately erupted in joy, "Good, very good. Only such a body is worthy of me, the Ice Venerable."

At this moment, Xiao Yi was exerting his utmost effort to manipulate the 'Ice Mountain Fire Sea' within his body.

The Purple Flame was also burning to its greatest extent.

It could harm Ghost Light, but the effect was minimal.

"Pointless." Ghost Light sneered, "Your strength is too weak to bother me."

From the very beginning, Ghost Light had harbored malicious intentions.

However, it seemed he was never in a hurry.

Xiao Yi furrowed his brows, retracted the Purple Flame and the Blizzard Sword, and coldly stared at Ghost Light.

"Spiritual Sense is an intangible entity."

"I can't harm you, but you also can't do anything to me."

Xiao Yi sneered, as far as he knew, Spiritual Sense was elusive and inherently powerless.

He couldn't injure Ghost Light, and Ghost Light couldn't harm him.

All he needed to do was maintain his Mental State, and Ghost Light would not be able to succeed.

Unexpectedly, Ghost Light burst into laughter.

An unseen force suddenly emerged.

An intangible shockwave, directly rushing towards Xiao Yi's mind, caused him a moment of dizziness and confusion.

"What's happening?" exclaimed Xiao Yi in shock.

"Hahaha." Ghost Light laughed arrogantly, "Has the Flame Dragon Continent really fallen to such depths over the thousands of years?"

"Not even recognizing Soul Masters and soul skills, are you ignorant?"

Ghost Light's voice carried arrogance and pride, as well as endless chill.

"Soul Master?" Xiao Yi's complexion changed.

He had come across the term Soul Master in some ancient scrolls.

This was an extremely mysterious and powerful profession.

Of course, they were also Martial Artists.

In Ancient Times, they had been considered one of the most prestigious professions on the continent, alongside Alchemists.

However, Alchemists primarily focused on Martial Arts Cultivation and supplemented their practice with refining.

Soul Masters also cultivated Martial Arts.

In the Flame Dragon Continent, Martial Artists were fundamental, and Cultivation Realms were the bedrock.

The prerequisite for being an Alchemist or Soul Master was being a Martial Artist, possessing a profound Martial Arts Cultivation.

But Soul Masters, in addition to focusing on Martial Arts Cultivation, also practiced Martial Soul Power.

They could directly utilize their Martial Souls as a means of attack, exceedingly strange and unpredictable.

soul skills were probably quite similar to Martial Techniques.

Martial Souls accompanied the Martial Artist throughout life, formed by the power of Heaven and Earth Rules.

Their existence was by no means meaningless.

Naturally, Xiao Yi's knowledge of Soul Masters was not comprehensive.

Because this profession had been lost for countless years.

So had the soul skills.

Even ancient powers like the Demon Hunting Hall did not possess them.

The Demon Hunting Hall might have owned this knowledge, but it too had been lost over the lengthy river of history.

Xiao Yi finally understood why Ghost Light had been so unworried.

It was because Ghost Light was absolutely confident.

If this wisp of Ghost Light truly had no power or methods at all, how then could there be a cave full of corpses, numerous experts who had perished?

Even the Extreme Realm Expert from the Snow Winged Eagle Clan died miserably here.

How could he, Xiao Yi, hope to escape with his life?

Xiao Yi was never one to give up easily.

But the situation at hand had already far exceeded what he could control.

The Ghost Light before him was definitely an Old Monster with countless tricks up his sleeve.

How could he possibly contend against such an existence?

Xiao Yi, though disheartened, was incessantly searching for a solution.

Yet, in less than a second, he could no longer think.

For a far stronger invisible force was already upon him.

He felt his mind reverberate and then his eyes darkened as his consciousness steadily faded.

In his blurred vision, Ghost Light's hideous face was the only thing he could make out.

In his ears, he vaguely heard Ghost Light's evil, chilling words.

"Heh heh, boy, I'll gladly take your body."

"Your name, everything about you, all belong to me from today onward."

As he spoke, Ghost Light charged towards Xiao Yi's body.

Xiao Yi desperately tried to resist the mental shock, wanting to do something, yet he was powerless.

"Am I really finished?" Xiao Yi thought, with only a faint cry left in his heart.

This faint cry was feeble.

But it awakened the stubbornness and arrogance that belonged solely to him.

His originally darkening eyes were suddenly filled with two inexplicable powers.

One scorching hot, one ice cold.

His clear eyes transformed.

One as black as ink, one blazing as fire.

Simultaneously, Ghost Light's face turned pale with horror, and he hastily retreated.

Xiao Yi regained his senses.

"What is this thing? These eyes... how is it possible..." Ghost Light was no longer calm and composed, but instead panicked.

An invisible vortex suddenly bound Ghost Light.

"Perish," Xiao Yi uttered in a low voice.

Ghost Light was rapidly torn apart within the invisible vortex, visibly disintegrating.

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The third update.