Chapter 1214: Shadowless’ Heaven

A fuzzy sound, as if whispering ‘Where is my soul?’, confirmed the legend's truth. Fearing soul loss, Ye Mo entered his Golden Page World without hesitation. Once inside, he quickly consumed a Spirit Recovery Pill. Despite being in the cauldron filling state, possessing a far more powerful spirit sense than cultivators of his level, and even mastering a spirit sense cultivation method, he had been inexplicably forced into the Golden Page World. The lack of an exit was clearly an illusion formation; Ye Mo was confident that given time, he could overcome it regardless of its power.

The grey mist, however, was baffling. Similar to the mist in the herb valley, yet subtly different. Before Ye Mo could fully recover, Shadowless appeared, agitated. Irritated, Ye Mo reprimanded Shadowless, instructing it to remain at his side before deploying a surveillance formation disk. The disk revealed only grey mist and rubble—no spirit herbs, not even an ant. The mist obscured much, but Ye Mo recognized the Lost Soul Ruins as a massive illusion formation, insurmountable for ordinary cultivators. Even his mastery of level nine formations would be useless without the Golden Page World; this formation was level nine or higher—a level nine formation grandmaster would likely lose themselves first. Ye Mo sensed something powerful within the grey mist, but couldn't identify it.

Shadowless then approached, its tiny eyes exhibiting a fawning expression. “You want to go out?” Ye Mo asked, perplexed. Shadowless nodded vigorously. Recognizing Shadowless as a Shadowless Worm with an immense appetite—a small creature with a disproportionately powerful digestive system—Ye Mo entertained the possibility of it consuming the mist. Without hesitation, he released Shadowless, prepared to retrieve it instantly if necessary. He himself feared the mist, but his Purple Eye Soul Sever should provide a few minutes' protection.

Instantly upon release, Shadowless acted like a vacuum cleaner; the mist formed a grey line flowing into its mouth. The grey mist, as if reacting to this, dissipated. Edible? Ye Mo, thinking little of it, immediately exited the Golden Page World, simultaneously deploying his Purple Eye Soul Sever. The mist thinned, and he quickly carved a safe space. Shadowless, sensing the retreating mist, attempted to pursue it, but Ye Mo swiftly called it back. He couldn't afford to have Shadowless overeat and fall asleep in the Golden Page World; he needed its assistance. Shadowless, though reluctant, landed on Ye Mo’s shoulder, occasionally devouring seeping mist from Ye Mo's Purple Eye Soul Sever, crawling around with discontent.

Ignoring Shadowless's displeasure, Ye Mo surveyed his surroundings. A dilapidated ancient city lay before him, the street he stood upon flanked by ruined buildings. Walking tens of meters, he noticed the 'Where is my soul?' whisper had vanished. He hadn't misheard.

He entered a half-collapsed shop, finding only bones and eroded weapons. In a more spacious area, he searched for the spirit sense marks left by the two Truth Realization state cultivators who’d approached him earlier. His experience quickly pinpointed the two marks, one on each side. Ye Mo sneered; they'd clearly colluded, treating him like an easy target. Though capable of burning the marks with his heaven flame, he instead removed them, ensnaring them in a trap formation before leaving.

Unexpectedly, upon leaving, a black figure, bodiless save for two faint points of light resembling eyes, appeared. It remained in the shop, circling Ye Mo’s trap formation before entering it.

Meanwhile, back at Dragon Teng palace, Teng Xiong and the other Truth Realization state cultivator who’d marked Ye Mo frowned, desperation evident on the latter’s face. Other guests immediately noted this, understanding their reason; they’d all witnessed the marking but remained silent. Their concern stemmed from their inability to restrain Ye Mo. Were they more powerful, they wouldn't have let a level seven pill king like Ye Mo escape. With only one or two level seven pill kings in the Heartless Sea, his acquisition would be invaluable to any faction.

“Brother Xiong, is Ye Mo truly a level seven pill king?” a Truth Realization state middle stage cultivator inquired.

Teng Xiong and the Yu Tian Island cultivator visibly relaxed, having sensed Ye Mo’s spirit sense mark once more. Teng Xiong smiled, “Youngsters often exaggerate. His cultivation speed is impressive, he might be a pill king, but I doubt anyone truly believes he's a level seven.”

Another Truth Realization state cultivator added, “Even a level four pill king or lower at his age is remarkable. He's also friends with my son, so I'd like to invite him to stay.”

Another cultivator spoke, “Brother Lan was planning to marry his granddaughter to Ye Mo. If Ye Mo prefers Brother Lan's granddaughter, he may not stay at Dragon Teng Palace.”

“Haha, I'd like to have Ye Mo too! He's a perfect match for my granddaughter. When he returns with Teng, they can both visit my island.” Brother Lan agreed.

Teng Xiong sneered inwardly, Invite Ye Mo to Yu Tian Island? Will he ever be able to leave? Maintaining a composed smile, he replied, “That's a wonderful suggestion! I also have many daughters and granddaughters, thanks to Brother Lan’s reminder.”

Brother Lan’s expression soured. Before he could retort, a maid arrived with plates of fresh spirit fruits.