Battle Through the Heavens: The Soul Emperor's Only Daughter, I Am the Young Master of the Soul

Chapter 31 The Holy Son of the Devouring Spirit Clan

Central Plains, the Fallen God Ice Plains.

The land was covered in ice and snow, a vast expanse of white. The wind and snow raged, and gusts of icy cold swept in, making it feel like a frozen hell.

The Fallen God Icefield is known as the Dead Zone, but deep within this harsh environment lies a hidden space created by a Dou Sheng powerhouse.

In the endless darkness, there was no warmth, only a blood moon hanging high in the sky.

The blood-red moonlight bathed the earth, and the surrounding desolate mountains and forests, illuminated by the blood moon, produced countless eerie shadows, which from a distance looked like ghostly flames of the dead.

This is a world even darker and more bizarre than the Soul Realm.

The dark palace was gloomy and solemn.

Inside the main hall, on the dark throne, as an invisible energy rippled outwards, a black figure slowly emerged.

He was a young man dressed in a brocade black robe. His eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were like stars, and the bright red birthmark between his eyebrows made him look very strange. However, his deep eyes exuded a dangerous aura.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on completing your seclusion and mastering your divine skills!"

Two men dressed in black appeared out of thin air, kneeling in the main hall with their heads bowed and their voices extremely respectful.

One had silver hair, and the other had black hair. The silver-haired one was called Shengfeng, and the black-haired one was called Shengyu. They were both trusted generals of Shenglinglong.

"Ha!" The eerie man on the throne chuckled self-deprecatingly, his sinister voice echoing in the silent hall, "If it weren't for those bloodsucking worms, I wouldn't be in this state!"

The two people below could only remain silent upon hearing this, though they were still filled with righteous indignation.

They came to the Dou Qi Continent with His Highness and were His Highness's confidants. They knew what the Devouring Spirit Clan had done to His Highness, but they regretted that their strength had not yet recovered and they could not help His Highness.

The Devouring Spirit Clan had been plotting for a thousand years to avenge the annihilation of the eight ancient clans. To this end, the Devouring Spirit Clan did not hesitate to betray their master and extract the power of His Highness's bloodline when His Highness was at his weakest during his rebirth.

Those people thought that His Highness had lost his previous memories and was at their mercy, but they didn't know that His Highness remembered everything.

"When I emerge from seclusion this time, I need to find a way to infiltrate the Soul Realm. Have our people planted in the Soul Palace found the entrance to the Soul Realm?" Thinking of the little girl who always called him "brother" in his memory, Sheng Linglong's cold eyes gradually warmed as he looked at his two trusted confidants and asked.

The two exchanged a glance, both knowing that their prince's purpose in infiltrating the Soul Realm was for the sake of that young master of the Soul Clan.

"Your Highness, we haven't found any other entrances, but we know that there is definitely a passage into the Soul Realm at the Soul Hall headquarters."

"Soul Palace Headquarters..." Holy Spirit Long toyed with a crystal ball, already thinking of various ways to infiltrate the Soul Realm.

"But... Your Highness, our people in the Soul Palace have sent word that Miss Qing'er left the Soul Realm a year ago."

"What?! Sister Qing'er isn't in the Soul Realm?" Saint Spirit Long's heart tightened. He flashed before his two subordinates and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know where Sister Qing'er went after leaving the Soul Realm?"

The two shook their heads slightly. "When Miss Qing'er left, she was guarded by three Dou Zun. Our people dared not approach her."

"Your Highness, during the five years you were in seclusion, there were some rumors circulating in the Soul Palace about Miss Qing'er." Sheng Feng glanced at Sheng Linglong and spoke cautiously.

Holy Spirit Long frowned slightly. "What rumors?"

"There are rumors in the Soul Palace and even the Soul Clan that the young master of the Soul Palace, Soul Feng, is in love with Miss Qing'er, and that they are a match made in heaven."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Linglong unleashed a terrifying pressure. At this moment, his face was expressionless, as cold as a demon from hell, and his whole body exuded a chilling killing intent.

"Soul Wind, he doesn't deserve it!" The crystal ball in her hand shattered into powder, and Linglong's voice was filled with intense killing intent.

Seeing the bloodthirsty look in Sheng Linglong's eyes, Sheng Feng and Sheng Yu couldn't help but swallow hard, and the two quick-witted people immediately said something nice.

"Your Highness, that Soul Wind is merely a Dou Di with divine-grade bloodline; how can he compare to you!"

"That's right, Miss Qing'er is so outstanding, the only one in this world who is worthy of her is Your Highness!"

The two men's words struck a chord with Sheng Linglong, and his anger subsided slightly. He swept his sharp gaze over them and ordered, "Investigate. Find out as quickly as possible where Qing'er has gone this past year. Be careful not to let those bloodsucking worms of the Devouring Spirit Clan know about your actions."

"Yes." The two men bowed respectfully and then silently withdrew from the main hall.

After they left, Holy Spirit Long walked out of the main hall, looked up at the blood moon in the sky, and his mind kept flashing back to those beautiful memories from five years ago, the only time in his life he had ever encountered light.

My dear sister Qing'er, it's been five years since we last met. We'll be able to see each other again soon. I hope you haven't forgotten me!

…………

Under a clear blue sky, the sky was cloudless.

After resting for seven or eight days in the cave of the Amethyst Winged Lion King, Hun Qinghao's soul power recovered.

The massive Amethyst Winged Lion King flew high into the sky from the Monster Mountain Range, traversing the east towards the Tagor Desert.

On the broad back of the Amethyst Winged Lion King, a figure sat cross-legged; it was none other than Hun Qinghao.

"When you're traveling, it's most comfortable not to fly yourself."

Hun Qing stretched lazily and sighed.

Upon hearing this, Yao Chen, who was inside the ring, popped out and laughed, "Hehehe, you little girl, you certainly know how to enjoy yourself."

"Where are you going in this direction?" Yao Chen asked after sitting down on the back of the Amethyst Winged Lion King.

"I'm going to the Snake People of the Tagor Desert," Hun Qing replied with a smile.

Yao Chen was puzzled. "What are you going to the Snake-People's Clan for? Is there some treasure you're looking for there?"

Hun Qinghao: "Who said I went to the Snake People to find treasure? Couldn't I have gone to experience their customs and culture?"

Such a bizarre reason! Yao Chen's face twitched upon hearing it. He waved his hands in surrender, saying, "Fine, fine, whatever you say."

Thinking that the journey to the Tagor Desert would take them through Blackrock City, Yao Chen rolled his eyes and suggested, "But there's no rush to get to the Tagor Desert. There's a branch of the Alchemist Guild in Blackrock City. Why don't you go and take a look?"

"I'm not an alchemist, what would I do at the Alchemist's Guild?" Hun Qing turned around, looking at Yao Chen suspiciously, then reached out and grabbed a tuft of his hair, asking, "Tell me, what ulterior motive do you have for encouraging me to go to the Alchemist's Guild?"

Yao Chen: "..."

What could his purpose be? He just wanted to find some treasures.

Although it's just a branch, if you're lucky, you might encounter one or two rare treasures.

Taking a deep breath, Yao Chen pried her hand off his hair and explained, "The Alchemist's Guild has a lot of good stuff; there should be something that interests you. Don't you want to go take a look?"

Hun Qinghao's eyes flickered, feeling somewhat embarrassed by her misunderstanding.

She crossed her arms and gave a soft hum, "Alright then, since you've made the sincere suggestion, I'll reluctantly go and take a look."

What good things could Blackrock City possibly have?

Hun Qing tried hard to recall her memories of Black Rock City, but the memories were too distant, and she couldn't remember anything.

Forget it, forget it. I'll just forget about it when I get to Blackrock City!

(End of this chapter)