"The Heavenly Tomb may be the final resting place of ancient powerhouses—but what exactly is the soul of the Heavenly Tomb?"
It wasn't just Mang Tianchi who voiced this question. The experts from the Yan Clan, Soul Clan, and various other races turned their gazes to Ye Feng, waiting for an answer that could unravel this mystery.
"Is it just the lingering remnants of souls sealed inside?" the Little Medical Fairy asked, offering a reasonable guess.
Ye Feng shook his head. "No. The soul I speak of isn't the residual will left behind by the dead—it is the soul of the Heavenly Tomb itself."
As he spoke, Ye Feng raised his hand. Ten golden halos shimmered beneath his feet. Behind him, ten radiant rings of light spiraled into the air, and a distinct gray mark—symbol of the Creator God—appeared between his brows.
From afar, Gu Yuan's expression shifted. "Source energy?"
He could feel it clearly—the faint yet undeniable presence of source energy radiating from Ye Feng's body. The kind of energy that could help him break through to the Dou Di realm.
"The Heavenly Tomb has… a soul?" The Little Medical Fairy's voice trembled in disbelief. Her expression mirrored the shock sweeping through the entire crowd.
Ye Feng's tone remained calm, but powerful. "Even a Heavenly Flame can give birth to sentience. Why, then, is it impossible for the Heavenly Tomb—an ancient construct forged by a Dou Di—to give rise to intelligence? After all... it has already reached the Emperor Realm."
"Emperor Realm… Soul…" The elders of every major clan present felt their hearts quake.
In this world, anything even slightly connected to the word Emperor was a symbol of overwhelming might. Whether it was a Dou Di, an Emperor-tier elixir, or—more astonishingly—an Emperor-level soul, all of them stood atop the pyramid of existence.
But an Emperor-level soul? No such entity had ever been confirmed.
Presently, only four people were known to stand at the apex of this realm—Gu Yuan, Soul Clan's Emperor Hun Tian, Xiao Xuan who remained sealed within the Heavenly Tomb, and the ancient Dragon Emperor imprisoned within Tuoshe's remains.
Yet now, a fifth existence had revealed itself.
Ye Feng stepped forward, Chaos Sword in hand, and pointed it toward the gate of the Heavenly Tomb. His voice resounded like a war drum, "Come out, evil creature!"
Yet nothing happened. The gate remained silent—eerily so—as if denying the very accusation. Then, the surface of the gate began to fade, the tomb door dissolving bit by bit.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. "Soul of the Heavenly Tomb, do you think hiding makes you safe?"
He tossed his martial spirit—the Xuanyuan Sword—into the air. The ancient blade encountered the ambient source energy and surged to hundreds of feet in length, floating like a heavenly spear above the tomb's entrance.
Then, with a wave of his hand, Ye Feng summoned the Chaos Holy Cauldron.
BOOM!
He struck it with his palm, and the massive cauldron expanded a thousandfold in an instant. The space trembled beneath its presence. With a final flip of his palm, he summoned a strange, majestic flame—burning in a kaleidoscope of seven colors.
"A Heavenly Flame!"
"What flame is this? I've never seen anything like it—it's not even listed on the Heavenly Flame Rankings!"
"My own flame is trembling in fear... Could it be... the number one ranked flame?!"
The entire battlefield fell into a frenzy as the Seven-Colored Emperor Flame revealed itself. Under Ye Feng's precise control, invisible soul waves surged across the gray void. Suddenly, the air twisted—and a monstrous, ten-thousand-foot-wide face emerged from the void above, its expression cold and alien.
"What… What is that? Is that the soul of the Heavenly Tomb? Does this place truly have intelligence?"
The gathered powerhouses could hardly believe what their eyes were showing them. This was no mere soul fragment—it was an ancient, singular will.
Just then, a spatial ripple bloomed beside Ye Feng.
"Chief!"
The Ancient Clan bowed respectfully as Gu Yuan walked out of the rift, eyes fixed on the enormous face overhead.
"Is this… the soul of the Heavenly Tomb?" Gu Yuan asked solemnly.
Ye Feng nodded. "It's not a soul in the traditional sense. It's a lifeform born from countless remnants and soul seals that have accumulated since the Heavenly Tomb's creation. You can consider it a guardian… or better yet, a jailer. It governs the tomb's space and incites the energy bodies within to devour each other."
Gu Yuan frowned. "Yet even I failed to sense it?"
"That's because you're not one of the remnant souls entombed within. You have no connection to the Heavenly Tomb's laws."
"And you?"
Ye Feng hesitated for a moment. "Because I am not merely of this world. The throne I inherited—it's the Throne of the Creator God. The one who shaped the very fabric of this realm. All things are innately drawn to me."
Gu Yuan studied Ye Feng quietly, then nodded. "What do you need from me?"
"Don't let anyone interfere."
"You have my word."
With a glance, Gu Yuan signaled the Ancient Clan elders, who promptly directed the surrounding powerhouses to retreat 500 meters from Ye Feng.
Up above, the colossal face shifted. Its deep voice rolled out like thunder.
"Who are you? You are not one of the entombed. How do you perceive me? Why do you challenge me?"
"You barred my people from entering the tomb," Ye Feng said coldly. "That is challenge enough."
"The rules are clear. Only sixteen may enter at once. That has always been the way."
"There are no rules here," Ye Feng replied. "You were never meant to exist. Your birth is a mistake—an unanticipated anomaly created during the tomb's formation."
"You lie. I was born according to the master's will! I am the guardian of this sacred space!"
"Enough talk." Ye Feng activated the chaotic fighting spirit in his body, channeling it into the Seven-Colored Flame. A pillar of multicolored fire rose to the heavens.
The massive face contorted in panic. "If you destroy me, you doom everyone inside the tomb. You'll kill them all!"
"You overestimate your worth," Ye Feng said with a smile. With a wave of his hand, the Xuanyuan Sword split the void, revealing another dimension beyond—a direct connection to the Heavenly Tomb. Beyond it, the endless dark void stretched into the unknown.
With surgical precision, Ye Feng, guided by the God of Creation's insight and his Emperor-level soul, struck the soul's manifestation with deadly accuracy.
SLASH!
"AHHH!"
The giant face twisted, snarled, and wailed in agony.
"You would kill me? Then I shall drag you to the abyss with me!"
From its gaping mouth, a soul storm burst forth, spinning into a monstrous drill of spiritual energy, aimed squarely at Ye Feng.
"You don't deserve it."
Ye Feng's eyes gleamed. "Third Martial Spirit: Eye of Hell!"
Once again, ten golden rings appeared beneath his feet. His pupils turned crimson.
Shura Realm—activate!
Red light exploded from Ye Feng's eyes, swallowing the soul storm like the sun melting morning frost.
Gu Yuan, closest to the blast, staggered slightly, stunned by the overwhelming pressure.
"What… What soul skill is that? It's like it's dragging me into a battlefield soaked in blood… How many terrifying abilities is this kid hiding?"
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