Chapter 1210: Where is My Soul?

“Didn’t succeed?” Bian Fengta asked desperately.

Teng Yi nodded. “Yes, but Feng Xi isn’t to blame. Li Hun’s father, Li He, unexpectedly visited his daughter after only a month—barely half the intended time. He arrived in Bright Moon City without warning, overpowering the guards and bursting into Feng Xi’s secluded cultivation chamber. Finding his daughter asleep with Feng Xi, he flew into a rage. His daughter was soulless, and yet Feng Xi had… slept with her.”

Bian Fengta asked, “Feng Xi was using his own soul to nourish Li Hun’s, right?”

Teng Yi nodded. “I believe so. Li He likely misunderstood, striking Feng Xi aside. He then carried his daughter, pointing at Feng Xi and spitting blood, ‘You… you…’”

Teng Yi sighed. “Li He didn’t kill Feng Xi, owing to their prior relationship. He simply took his daughter and left for the Heartless Sea. However, Feng Xi’s soul was already sustaining Li Hun’s; so while Li He didn’t kill him, Feng Xi was left soulless—as good as dead.”

Bian Fengta sighed, unable to articulate his feelings about this tragedy.

Ye Mo looked at Teng Yi, confused. “Li He must have been at least a Truth Realization state cultivator, right?”

Teng Yi nodded. “Yes, I heard Li He and Feng Chun were both extremely powerful Truth Realization state cultivators.”

Ye Mo was skeptical. “A Truth Realization state cultivator couldn’t detect a Soul Nourishing Formation? I find it hard to believe an ancient cultivator of that level wouldn’t recognize such a formation. If Li He knew, why did he act so rashly?”

Teng Yi shook his head. “I don’t know; I only heard the story secondhand. I lack specific details.”

“Why did Bright Moon City become the Lost Soul Ruins?” Bian Fengta asked.

Teng Yi explained, “After Li He took Li Hun, Feng Xi’s soul was gone, and the city had no lord. It gradually crumbled. Many people left, only some loyal guards remaining. Over time, the city’s protective formations decayed, breached by spirit beasts. Those who stayed died defending it, and the spirit beasts, for some reason, couldn't escape and perished within. Then, a grey mist arose, the mist we see now. They say you can hear Feng Xi's voice inside Bright Moon City.”

“What sound?” Bian Fengta asked immediately.

Teng Yi replied, “They say someone constantly calls, ‘Where is my soul? Where is my soul…’ Those who hear it lose their own souls, hence the name, Lost Soul Ruins.”

“Li He must have taken Feng Xi’s soul, fueling this lingering resentment,” Bian Fengta said.

Teng Yi shook his head. “Not necessarily. Some say he cries, ‘Where is my Hun?’ Regardless, a powerful, stubborn will remains.”

Teng Yi turned to Ye Mo. “Brother Ye, we’re friends, and I’m not lying. I don’t know the truth of this tale, nor its origins. But it's truly a place of no return. I hope you won’t go. We could find another solution, perhaps a way to remove the spirit sense mark on you.”

Bian Fengta also looked at Ye Mo, pleading with his eyes.

Ye Mo nodded. “Teng, are we friends?”

Teng Yi responded without hesitation, “Brother Ye, of course we are friends. Even if you didn’t consider me a friend, I consider you one. And I know you already consider me and Er Taa friends.”

“Great,” Ye Mo said, patting Teng Yi. “Of course I do.”

“I know,” Teng Yi said immediately.

Ye Mo continued, “If I needed a spirit herb to survive, one only found in the Lost Soul Ruins, would you help me?”

Teng Yi pounded his chest. “Of course! You saved my mother, you saved me! The Lost Soul Ruins are nothing—no matter how dangerous, I’d go in to help you.”

Ye Mo nodded. “That settles it. I have a good friend, a qian bei, who needs a spirit herb inside the Lost Soul Ruins. So I must go in. You understand, right?”

Bian Fengta, knowing Ye Mo needed the Immortal Curl Flower, remained silent, but Teng Yi instantly said, “Okay, Brother Ye, I’ll go in with you.”

“No need. You and Er Taa should leave and wait for me. I have a cultivation method to avoid the grey mist; it’s too dangerous for you.” Ye Mo, seeing the potential of his Purple Eye Soul Sever, was eager to proceed.

“You can avoid the grey mist?” Teng Yi asked, shocked, then realized, “Ah, you scanned your spirit sense in and were fine. That's your method, right?”

“That’s right,” Ye Mo confirmed.

Bian Fengta asked, “Where should we wait for you?”

Ye Mo considered, “Er Taa, the island where we met is ideal. Wait for me there. If I succeed, I’ll be back within a year. If it’s been more than a year and a half, don’t wait.” He referred to the location where Meng Qi used the space travel rune.

Knowing further persuasion was futile, the two departed on Bian Fengta’s flying artifact, leaving the Lost Soul Ruins behind.

The area felt desolate after their departure, the occasional shriek from the ruins amplifying the eerie atmosphere. Ye Mo had found Truth Fall Palace, level seven, the eeriest place he'd ever been, but this felt the same.

Without hesitation, Ye Mo entered the mist, activating his Purple Eye Soul Sever. He was prepared to retreat into his Golden Page World or leave immediately if things went wrong.

Simultaneously, two girls flew by, witnessing Ye Mo's entry.

“Sister, did I see that correctly? Did a cultivator just enter the Lost Soul Ruins?” a red-robed girl asked incredulously, rubbing her eyes.

The green-robed girl was equally astonished, “Sister, you saw right—someone did go in.”

“Huh…” The two exchanged glances, then sped toward Ye Mo’s location, exchanging another hesitant look.

As soon as Ye Mo entered, he felt his spirit sense become uncontrollable. Even his Purple Eye Soul Sever couldn’t prevent his sea of consciousness from being assailed. Something urged him to surrender. Without the Three Birth Chant, Ye Mo couldn’t imagine his fate.

He tried to leave, but upon turning, he was stunned. He was in a misty world, with no memory of his entry point.

His sea of consciousness again rumbled. His spirit sense swords dispersed. Ye Mo was shaken—if his Purple Eye Soul Sever was useless, he would lose his soul!