Chapter 1128: Herb King Spirit Range

“Heaven flame?” The soul, upon seeing the Mist Lotus Heart Fire, screamed, “Don’t burn me! I’ll tell you what the formation disk is—it predates the immortal realm!”

Ye Mo was stunned. A formation disk? Older than the immortal realm? What nonsense was this?

He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice his Mist Lotus Heart Fire engulfing the soul. Weakened by years of existence, the soul was quickly annihilated.

Ye Mo patted the disk sheepishly. “You really couldn’t withstand a little burn. My flame merely grazed you, and you died.” If the soul could hear him, it would undoubtedly unleash a torrent of curses. Even in its weakened state, it was once a Truth Realization state peak cultivator—immensely powerful. Even near dissipation, it could possess a Body Condensation state cultivator, let alone a Nascent Soul state cultivator like Ye Mo.

However, Ye Mo possessed the Three Birth Chant cultivation method. The soul was unable to remain within Ye Mo's sea of consciousness and had no means of resistance there.

Ye Mo shrugged it off; it was just a soul attempting to seize his body. He examined the round disk again. It remained frigid. What was it made of? How could it possibly be a formation disk? It had seven distinct slots.

As a formation grandmaster, Ye Mo knew what a formation disk looked like. This object bore no resemblance to any formation he was familiar with. Still, the soul hadn't needed to deceive him.

Just as Ye Mo was about to study it further, he heard his snow fox call. He immediately tossed the disk into the Golden Page World and turned his attention to the fox.

To his astonishment, the snow fox was gnawing on a black, dragon-like mountain.

“Are you crazy?” Ye Mo exclaimed, rushing to grab the fox.

He released it, and the fox tumbled back onto the mountain, continuing its relentless clawing.

Ye Mo stared, dumbfounded, as the black mountain slowly yielded. Beneath the black surface was a vibrant green, reminiscent of the Bitter Bamboo. A faint herbal aroma wafted from the massive mountain.

“Herb king spirit range?” Ye Mo gasped.

The snow fox nodded, diligently continuing its work.

“I understand now. This truly is the Herb King Spirit Range.” Ye Mo ascended the mountain and began clawing away the black exterior. More green appeared, accompanied by a stronger herbal fragrance.

“Stop!” Ye Mo abruptly recalled something and halted the fox. The fox paused and looked at Ye Mo expectantly.

“You can’t claw away any more. If the entire mountain is exposed, people will find it by following the scent. Then it won’t be ours,” Ye Mo explained, as if speaking to a trusted friend.

He was shocked. He hadn't expected to find a Herb King Spirit Range within the Great Zhou Mountain, buried deep beneath the earth. If he hadn't been hunted by two Hollow Spirit state cultivators, he never would have stumbled upon this place.

He was certain the aroma he’d detected earlier emanated from this, explaining its far-reaching dispersal. He wondered, however, why the fragrance only appeared at midday.

“We have to move this spirit range as quickly as possible, or we'll attract more people,” Ye Mo stated, immediately considering how to transfer it to his Golden Page World. He’d been right about Xin Zhida's grandfather's information, though even if her grandfather had found it, he wouldn't have been able to move it. Ordinary storage rings wouldn’t suffice; only the Golden Page World could contain it.

Ye Mo deployed formation flags; the only way to move it was through a transmission formation. Drawing upon his prior experience with spirit ranges, he set the flags, initiating a tremendous rumbling. The spirit range began to shift, and with each additional flag, the rumbling intensified until the entire range was transferred into his Golden Page World.

Above the swamp, the two Hollow Spirit state cultivators abruptly halted, utterly perplexed.

“The herbal aroma is gone,” the Hollow Spirit state middle stage cultivator said, dazed.

Martial Brother Jin frowned. “We’ve been tracking Ye Mo for days, guided by that herbal scent—a high-level spirit herb, stronger at midday. How could it vanish so completely? Could it be because of Ye Mo?”

The Hollow Spirit state middle stage cultivator nodded gravely. “I think so. If only we'd kept the insects at the bank… they must have been drawn here to the ancient herb garden. Now that the scent is gone, did Ye Mo find it and remove it?”

Martial Brother Jin frowned, then shook his head. “It’s more than that. I feel something’s missing from the swamp.”

“Now that you mention it, yes. It seems… devoid of life force,” the Hollow Spirit state middle stage cultivator agreed.

Martial Brother Jin nodded assuredly. “Precisely. The life force is gone. This swamp is ordinary, almost lifeless. Martial Brother Yao, let’s leave. Even if Ye Mo is still here, we can’t guard this anymore.”

Martial Brother Yao nodded. They’d searched for Ye Mo for days without success. It was best to inform their sect.

After transferring the Herb King Spirit Range into the Golden Page World, Ye Mo entered with the snow fox. To his joyful surprise, the withered Bitter Bamboo was vibrant again, mirroring its appearance on the World Mountain. The black covering the Herb King Spirit Range had vanished, much like the bamboo's earlier transformation, revealing a crisp, green hue. This was likely due to the Bitter Bamboo's chi forcibly cleansing the Herb King Spirit Range.

Spiritual chi immediately permeated the Golden Page World, brimming with life force. Ye Mo knew his Golden Page World was incomplete, but he was glad the spirit herbs hadn't perished. Their growth here was difficult, but with the Herb King Spirit Range, they’d regained vitality, appearing lush and healthy.

“Such a potent Herb King Spirit Range!” Ye Mo breathed, awestruck. Was it a middle-grade, top-grade, or even extreme-grade spirit range?

The Golden Page World was already remarkably fertile, even without complete laws. If it developed complete world laws, wouldn’t it become the ultimate cultivation environment?

Ye Mo quickly found a spot within the Herb King Spirit Range to begin cultivating. Upon activating the Three Birth Chant, he felt a torrent of spiritual chi surging towards him. Every pore on his body throbbed with comfort.

Massive whirlpools of spiritual chi appeared before his head, growing larger as the Bitter Bamboo released even more potent chi. This wasn't ordinary spiritual chi; it was incomparably superior, a spirit chi capable of cleansing one's spirit. Ye Mo's foundation was impeccable.

When Ye Mo awoke, he had advanced to Nascent Soul state level six.

“Incredible!” Ye Mo exclaimed once more. He hadn’t even consumed any soul essence pills. If he could locate the spirit marrow ground Shan Bingfeng had mentioned, his progress would become truly phenomenal.