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Chapter 125 The Soul-Chasing Order (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
That was something that had been close to his heart ever since Qingli's soul was scattered.

It was Xie Mingli who picked it up for him.

"I'm still here," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible. "Then I won't let you leave."

At this moment, the northern sky was torn open by the wind and snow, leaving a gray-white crack.

He reined in his horse, lifted it up, and without uttering a word, the horse neighed like thunder as it galloped away, its hooves pounding through the snow.

"If I do not return after three years in the far north, I will die under the snow."

"But if I were still alive—"

"I will definitely come back."

No one can stop him.

At that moment, everyone watched his departing figure as if bidding farewell to a dying war god, or as watching a broken sword enter a desperate situation once more.

The wind and snow swept behind him like a raging torrent, the heavens and earth were silent, only the broken snow blade, the fox head pendant on his chest, and his silent vow accompanied him.

Li Jing'an remained standing in place, his inner energy still lingering beneath his sleeves. He gazed at the figure gradually disappearing into the wind and snow, a complex expression on his face.

"No wonder the Pavilion Master values ​​this kid so much."

Xie Chengjun stood beside him and said in a deep voice:

“If he returns, then no one will be able to take his life.”

The crowd stood silently in the wind, watching him walk further and further away until he completely disappeared into the depths of the land swallowed by the northern snow.

At this moment, the atmosphere was as heavy as ink.

Prince Duan stood with his hands behind his back in front of the high platform, his expression as deep and still as a cold pool.

"The people from Yipin Pavilion have made their move."

"Moreover, he is a fifth-rank martial artist."

Prince Duan's face was gloomy. He flicked his sleeve and said coldly:
"The soul of the Devouring Abyss is still within him."

"And I, in order to forge the world's number one 'true god's body,' cannot do without the Devouring Abyss Divine Soul."

He suddenly opened his eyes, bloodshot in them, like a raging shark seeing blood.

"If you can protect him today, can you protect him for a lifetime?"

"I'd like to see how long Yipin Pavilion can protect him."

Prince Duan watched as Chu Ning mounted his horse and rode away into the distance.

"Run?" he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible, as if he were talking to himself, but it shattered in an instant: "Right under my nose..."

Behind him, a bodyguard lowered his head and remained silent, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"You're saying he has no more true energy?" Prince Duan suddenly spoke, his tone calm, yet as heavy as a cloud pressing down on a city.

The guard swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Your Highness, the young man's bones are on the verge of breaking, his Qi Sea is empty, and although he retains some soul energy, his combat power... is almost zero."

"What about the Soul of the Devouring Abyss?"

Prince Duan slowly turned around, his gaze falling.

"He brought that calamity upon himself; he caught it in that instant." He emphasized each word heavily. "I spent a whole year plotting, triggering the heavenly tribulation and the lightning-locking array, yet he still managed to escape with his soul?"

"Where did the soul of Devouring Abyss go?"

No one dared to answer.

Prince Duan's gaze darkened, and he slowly walked to the secret compartment behind the throne, from which he took out a three-inch jade tablet.

The jade tablet was dark gold in color and heavy as iron. Runes coiled around it like venomous snakes entwining bones, and a blood-red seal in the center read "Chase".

With a flick of his finger, the jade tablet rose into the air, emitting a faint blood-red light, as if some forbidden spell was awakening.

"That 'Azure Cloud Merit Plaque' on him was personally bestowed upon him by me," Prince Duan said in a low voice, a hint of ferocity in his tone. "The world only sees it as a reward for merit, but little do they know that I personally embedded a 'Soul-Chasing Seal' within that plaque." "Once this seal is activated, it triggers the 'Three Forms of Soul-Sealing'—"

"Firstly, 'Qi Lock Seal': If the meridians are not destroyed and the bones are not broken, the soul's breath will remain, and heaven and earth will be able to sense its every breath and movement."

"Secondly, 'Soul Incantation Location': Using the royal seal as the source and the soul incantation as the direction, one can detect the location of the soul light even from a thousand miles away, leaving no place to hide."

"Thirdly, 'Soul-Stripping of Life and Death': If the wielder gets close enough, he can strip the soul imprint from a distance and perform the 'Three Techniques of Soul-Snatching'. At that time, even the soul of the Devouring Abyss will be extracted and refined by me."

Prince Duan slowly placed the jade token into the hand of his personal guard, his gaze sharp as a knife cutting through bone:
"If he's still alive, he can't escape."

"If he wants to die, he'll have to wait until I personally strip away his soul before he dies."

The guard took the jade token, his face ashen, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground.
"Your Highness, rest assured, this humble general will follow the seal and the breath, activating all three forms, and will not allow it to escape even half a step of the Heavenly Realm."

Prince Duan's eyes were cold and deep, as if he could see the white-haired boy running into the wind and snow.

He spoke in a low voice, as if murmuring, or perhaps making a solemn vow to the entire court:
"What he took away was not just the remnant soul of the Devouring Abyss."

"That was the final step in refining my divine body."

……

Ten days.

From the moment he left the city, Chu Ning never truly rested.

He traveled north, hiding by day and traveling by night, traversing official roads, abandoned towns, and desolate hills covered in blood and snow, until he finally approached the border snowfield.

The pursuit never ceased, like a curse that haunted his soul.

Although he tried his best to conceal his aura with the Spirit Bell, it seemed to have little effect.

Every so often, he could feel the faint, invisible threads of soul energy pulling him through the air, as if an invisible thread was slowly tightening from thousands of miles away, forcibly drawing him into an invisible net.

The wind comes from the north.

It wasn't the wind of this world, but rather like a wound that had split open at the ends of the earth, bleeding silently, cold as a knife, scraping straight to the bone marrow.

Chu Ning took a step forward, his foot landing on the ground. The ice layer beneath the snow trembled slightly, as if awakening something slumbering deep within the earth's veins.

He looked up and saw the true dividing line of the far north ahead.

It was an endless white expanse. In the wind and snow, no mountains or forests could be seen, only towering, bluish-white peaks, standing jagged like ghostly teeth.

The sky was a metallic gray, so oppressive it seemed about to collapse at any moment, making it hard to breathe.

The snow wasn't falling, it was flying horizontally. The snowflakes hit my face like needles scraping my skin.

Even more terrifying was the sound of the wind.

The wind seemed to carry countless whispers: some were crying, some were laughing, some were chanting sutras, and some were sobbing. Each sound carried the faint aura of a lingering soul, as if countless cultivators who had perished here had not yet completely dissipated their spirits and were trapped in the wind.

Chu Ning paused, her gaze shifting downwards.

Beneath the ice, a dark shadow loomed in and out of sight. It was the skeleton of a colossal beast, as large as a palace, with its spine stretching out like a mountain range. Its claws were frozen in the transparent ice, its knuckles clenched tightly, as if it were still struggling before its death.

He exhaled, and the icy mist condensed into frost crystals that adhered to the side of his face.

"This place... even the sky is dead."

Just as he was about to continue on his way, he suddenly heard a strange "giggle" laugh coming from the snow and fog ahead.

He focused his attention and followed the sound for about ten steps before he could see that it was an old martial artist wrapped in a tattered robe, sitting in the snow, kowtowing towards the distance while muttering to himself:

"At the foot of Cangque Mountain, the blood-red eye opened..."

"It's looking at me... looking at you... looking at the bones of all things in this world..."

"Did you hear that? That's not the wind, that's Him laughing, laughing at you all walking into His mouth—"

The old martial artist suddenly looked up, his eyes rolled back, his spirit wavered, and a string of incantations filled with a strong, bloody stench escaped his lips: "Refine...refine the spirit...strip the soul...blood cauterization brings life..."

(End of this chapter)