Chapter 1213: Where Is My Soul?

“Didn’t it 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—less than half the expected time. He arrived in Bright Moon City without warning, overpowered the guards, and burst into Feng Xi’s secluded cultivation area. Finding his daughter asleep with Feng Xi, he flew into a rage. His daughter, it should be noted, lacked a soul.”

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

Teng Yi affirmed. “I believe so. Li He likely misunderstood, striking Feng Xi aside. He then carried his daughter away, spitting blood and cursing Feng Xi. Li He spared Feng Xi’s life, due to his father’s influence, and departed with Li Hun. However, because Feng Xi’s soul sustained Li Hun, its removal left Feng Xi soulless—effectively dead.”

Bian Fengta sighed, at a loss for words.

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 both Li He and Feng Chun were powerful Truth Realization state cultivators.”

Ye Mo expressed disbelief. “A Truth Realization state cultivator couldn't detect a Soul Nourishing Formation?” He couldn't believe such a cultivator wouldn't recognize the formation. If Li He had recognized it, why would he have acted as he did?

Teng Yi shook his head. “I don’t know. I only heard this account; 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, with no city lord, the city crumbled. Many residents fled, leaving only loyal guards. Over time, neglected defensive formations succumbed to spirit beasts. The remaining defenders perished, and the beasts, unable to exit, met the same fate. A grey mist then arose, the mist we see today. It's said you can hear Feng Xi’s voice within the city.”

“What sound?” Bian Fengta immediately asked.

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

“Feng Xi’s soul must have been taken by Li He, fueling this resentment,” Bian Fengta surmised.

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

Teng Yi turned to Ye Mo. “Brother Ye, as friends, I’m being honest. I don't know the truth of this tale, but it’s a place of no return. I hope you won’t go. We could find another solution, a way to remove the spirit sense mark.”

Bian Fengta also urged Ye Mo to reconsider.

Ye Mo nodded. “Teng, are we friends?”

Teng Yi responded without hesitation, “Brother Ye, of course! Even if you didn't consider me a friend, I consider you mine, and Er Taa and I are your friends as well.”

“Great,” Ye Mo said, patting Teng Yi. “I do consider you a friend.”

“I know,” Teng Yi immediately replied.

Ye Mo continued, “If I need a spirit herb for survival, found only within the Lost Soul Ruins, would you help me?”

Teng Yi thumped his chest. “Of course! You saved my mother; you saved me! A mere Lost Soul Ruins is nothing—no matter the danger, I’ll go with you.”

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

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

“No need,” Ye Mo countered. “You and Er Taa leave and wait for me. I have a cultivation method to avoid the grey mist; it's too dangerous for you.” He intended to utilize his Purple Eye Soul Sever.

“You can avoid the grey mist?” Teng Yi asked, shocked, then recalled something. “I understand. You scanned your spirit sense in and were unharmed. That's your method, right?”

“That’s right,” Ye Mo confirmed.

Bian Fengta asked, “Where shall we wait?”

Ye Mo suggested, “Er Taa, the island where we met. Wait for me there. If I succeed, I’ll return within a year. If it’s been more than a year and a half, don't wait.” He referenced the island where Meng Qi used the space travel rune.

Knowing further persuasion was futile, they departed on Bian Fengta’s flying artifact.

The scene felt desolate as they left, the occasional shriek from the Lost Soul Ruins adding to the eerie atmosphere. Ye Mo felt a similar dread to that of Truth Fall Palace, level seven.

Without hesitation, Ye Mo entered the mist, activating Purple Eye Soul Sever, prepared to retreat to his Golden Page World if necessary.

Simultaneously, two girls flew past, witnessing his entry.

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

The green-robed girl replied in a daze, “Sister, you saw right—someone did.”

They exchanged a glance, hesitant to speak further.

Upon entry, Ye Mo felt his spirit sense become uncontrollable. Even Purple Eye Soul Sever couldn’t prevent his sea of consciousness from being lost, something urging him to surrender. Without the Three Birth Chant, he couldn't imagine his fate.

He tried to leave, but found himself in a misty world, disoriented. His sea of consciousness rumbled again; his spirit sense swords faltered. If Purple Eye Soul Sever failed, he would lose his soul.