The wraith moved like a ghost, its attacks as swift as lightning—so fast they were nearly impossible to predict. It left behind countless afterimages in its wake. Like a master of combat, honed through countless battles, it was a true elite.
However, Yi Tianxing was no pushover.
His combat prowess had been tempered through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Even with just basic spear techniques, he displayed a mastery that bordered on the divine. Standing firmly on the ground, no matter how fast the wraith struck, he intercepted every blow before it could land. His battle spear and the wraith's trident clashed continuously in a flurry of sparks.
"Kill!!"
The fierce battle lasted for several moments. A flash of insight gleamed in Yi Tianxing's eyes. In the midst of the fight, he finally spotted a flaw in the wraith's form. Without hesitation, he let out a killing shout. The Blood Jade Battle Spear flashed like lightning, piercing straight through the wraith's body.
The Fragmented Jade Spear Intent erupted, flooding into the wraith's form.
BOOM!!
With a deafening explosion, the wraith was annihilated under the devastating power of the Fragmented Jade Spear Intent.
Inside the tower, only souls and spiritual projections existed. However, Martial Dao True Intent, being a manifestation of one's will, could bypass physical limitations and be wielded at will. In this domain, its lethality was even more potent—it could tear apart souls and crush willpower. Even ghostly wraiths were not immune and would be instantly obliterated. This was the terrifying strength of Martial Dao True Intent—once comprehended, it was etched onto the very soul.
Right now, it was the most effective killing method.
"He's dead!!"
Yi Tianxing could clearly sense that the wraith had been utterly destroyed, its existence completely erased.
Just then, at the spot where the wraith had fallen, a single drop of transparent liquid appeared, instantly turning into a streak of light and shooting straight toward Yi Tianxing. In the blink of an eye, it entered his forehead.
"My Sea of Consciousness!"
His mind followed the white droplet as it entered his Sea of Consciousness.
Inside, golden spiritual mist was swirling around densely, clinging to everything. On the outer edges was a gray, foggy area—mysterious, unknown, and inducing a silent dread, as though it contained unimaginable danger.
A white jade disc-shaped wheel floated within the golden mist, rising and falling—mysterious and enigmatic. It carried the marks of fate and time.
This was his Life Wheel—white in color, with a lifespan of 600 years. It already bore more than twenty visible cracks—permanent scars, etched by the passage of time, a record of his life span.
With the Sea of Consciousness opened, one could observe the passage of their own lifespan. Each rotation of the wheel marked the passage of a year—an imprint of life.
Now, that droplet of white liquid appeared within the Sea of Consciousness.
Upon arrival, it began to absorb the surrounding golden mist. Strands of mist were drawn into it continuously. Visibly, the white droplet began to transform—slowly turning golden.
Drip!!
Once the transformation was complete, the now golden droplet naturally settled into the Sea of Consciousness.
"Spiritual Power Liquefaction"—the transformation from mist into liquid. Such pure spiritual power was ten times more concentrated than its mist form. Its potency was vastly increased.
Feeling the transformation within his Sea of Consciousness, Yi Tianxing was deeply shaken.
To be able to open his Sea of Consciousness and condense spiritual power was already extraordinary. Now, to have it liquefy—this was a fundamental breakthrough.
His spiritual energy had already reached a saturated state. The appearance of this white droplet had triggered the liquefaction process, setting him on a new path of cultivation.
And this was only the beginning.
The golden mist continued to condense into more golden droplets. In moments, a second droplet formed. It too began absorbing spiritual mist.
Drip, drip!
The liquefaction of spiritual energy triggered a chain reaction. The remaining spiritual mist began converting to liquid. Though this transformation required time and couldn't be rushed, it marked a turning point.
"So that's it… When these wraiths fall, they leave behind the purest essence of spiritual power, which can directly nourish the soul and enhance the spirit. No wonder the Blood Bodhi of All Souls can refine spiritual will!"
Battling the wraiths and asuras wasn't just combat—it was also a tempering of spirit and soul. Killing them yielded the purest spiritual essence, and even honed one's combat skills. Truly, it was a priceless soul treasure.
Yi Tianxing's eyes lit up. He finally understood the profound value of the Blood Bodhi of All Souls.
Not only could it suppress the soul, it could also nurture and strengthen the spirit, and sharpen combat prowess.
Most importantly, this treasure absorbed all the world's obsessions, desires, and resentments to spawn Evil Ghosts and Asuras—beings among the most terrifying in existence. Yet, when slain, they could be refined into pure origin essence. Though not true ghosts, they were identical in power and behavior—pure destruction incarnate, devoid of souls, formed only from willpower, grievance, and desire.
They could emerge anytime and anywhere.
The higher the grade of the Blood Bodhi of All Souls, the stronger the wraiths and asuras it could spawn.
After merging with the Heavenly Emperor Tower of Primordial Chaos, the tower's interior became a world that naturally incubated these ghosts and asuras. If not regularly purged, their numbers would only grow—potentially leading to catastrophic consequences.
Yet this was a shortcut. A safe and efficient path to spiritual and soul growth.
Yi Tianxing withdrew his consciousness and looked to the sky.
Within the city, Jia Xu had already begun arranging defenses.
Meanwhile, among the alien races—
They had been helpless against Green Emperor's Filth Qi. Unable to act, they could only watch as Yi Tianxing departed easily. The infected cultivators all looked grim, their faces blackened like the bottom of a pot.
No one dared contend for the remaining treasure held by Tong Tiexin.
Returning to Rock City, the alien leaders gathered for a heated debate.
"Yi Tianxing must die. The human race must perish! They've gone too far—his dog alone dared to defile us. That foul stench released earlier was intolerable! He's inside Ice City now—I say we gather our army, crush Ice City, and slaughter every human inside. The treasures and artifacts are ours!"
The gnoll stood first, shouting with unrestrained hostility.
"Count the ogres in. But I want the dog. I won't rest until I eat it!" snarled an ogre, baring his fangs.
"I say no," a barbarian warrior objected sharply. "The humans are here in response to the winged ones' call to fight the Zerg. If we attack them now, word will spread that they died at our hands, not the Zerg's. Who will ever trust us again?"
To him, humans were allies as long as this coalition held. Attacking them now would stain their names with betrayal. The barbarian race would not stoop to such disgrace. Besides, he'd seen fellow barbarians living in Ice City—proof that the humans could be trusted.
"Let's not forget—humans are not without heritage. While we may be strong now, humans are numerous, quick to reproduce, and though their top cultivators are suppressed by the heavens, once they return, they may be our equals or worse," said Hu Li of the foxfolk.
Exterminating humanity wasn't something to take lightly. It would forge a blood feud that could never be undone.
When she saw Yi Tianxing, she already knew—this was no ordinary man.
The factions argued endlessly.
Some favored extermination. Others urged restraint. Still others supported targeted attacks but warned against genocide.
Those with deep heritage understood: humanity's power lay not in the few elites seen on the surface, but in their potential. Now, with both human and alien elites sealed, the world was shaped by those once considered weak.
It was a time for rising and suppression alike.
Thus, two schools of thought formed:
Suppress the humans—but do not wipe them out.
Wipe them out completely. Even if future human elites emerge, it will be too late. The race will be gone. With humans dead, the alien races could only grow stronger.
Just like now—whether to go to war with Yi Tianxing had become a point of division.
"Humans came in response to the call of our Winged Race. They must remain unharmed. Any attack on them is an attack on us!"
An elder of the Winged Race declared coldly from his seat above.