Audrey’s towering figure was wreathed in tens of thousands of gray malevolent spirits, swirling like clumps of cloud cotton. At a glance, she appeared to be draped in a massive, floor-length gown resembling fish scales; each spirit was like a fold in the skirt, a shimmering scale, and from every one emanated a deeply unsettling, chilling aura.

Upon her graceful shoulders, waist, and spine, seven terrifying, monstrous spirits had shrunk, transforming into form-fitting armor defending her body, barely noticeable unless one looked closely. Especially on her left shoulder, the spirit born from Ming Hong was only palm-sized and crouched low, easily mistaken for a small gray flower embroidered onto her garment.

However, Mei Ji recognized it immediately with a single glance... After a sharp gasp, a dazzling light filled Mei Ji’s bright eyes.

She instantly lowered her voice, her expression shifting to one of grave horror, “The tens of thousands of malevolent spirits, condensed and refined by Singh over millennia, along with those seven great spirits—they’ve all merged into you?” Without waiting for Audrey’s reply, Mei Ji’s face twisted. A sudden realization struck her, and she instantly became profoundly alert, layers of ice rock crystallizing over her delicate form.

“You are Singh, aren’t you?” she hissed, terror gripping her heart. Mei Ji possessed only the cultivation of the Primordial God Realm, making her the perfect target for Singh’s corporeal takeover.

Tens of thousands of malevolent spirits gathered on one body—it was unmistakable; Singh had usurped Audrey’s soul! “I am not him.” Audrey looked momentarily startled, but quickly regained her composure.

She glanced sideways at Ming Hong, secretly relieved. Without the cooperation of an elder like Ming Hong, she, merely at the Primordial God Realm, would never have been able to fuse with the tens of thousands of malevolent spirits that Singh had spent millennia refining, even unleashing all her power.

It would have been an impossible feat without an unparalleled opportunity. “How do you prove it?” Mei Ji asked cautiously.

“She doesn’t need to prove anything,” Ming Hong snorted coldly. His shrunken form suddenly inflated as if a balloon were being blown up, rapidly expanding into a monstrous, towering figure a hundred meters high, floating above Audrey like a demon god.

“This woman has sustained severe injuries and hasn't fully recovered. My combined might with the other six great spirits is enough to contend with her, and we might even have a chance to kill her!” Ming Hong’s voice resonated only within Audrey’s mind, conveying his true power.

Of course, Mei Ji couldn't hear these words. However, she discerned Ming Hong’s ill intent from his sudden transformation.

With a surge of thought, she reacted instantly, “You assume that I managed to kill Shi Yan and refine the split soul of that Primal Being?” “I did not think that,” Audrey shook her head. “You are powerful, but Shi Yan is not so easily dealt with.

More importantly, I sense no trace of him on you, so he must be alive and well.” “You truly are not Singh,” Mei Ji admitted, astonishment plain on her face. She judged Audrey’s true identity by the tone of her conversation.

After a moment’s thought, she sighed softly, “You are right; I failed to refine that bastard. He is down below, and he actually asked me to look for you...” “Down below?” “Yes, in the ruins of the Primal Remains beneath that light barrier.

Only he managed to get inside; the rest of us are blocked outside. Those concentric ripples are too deadly; we haven't figured out a way to break them yet.” As they spoke, Ling Mei, Faloni, and Ye Boler were already unleashing their Profound Arts, urging their Secret Divine Weapons.

Beams of icy blue light struck the light barrier, while hundreds of small boxes moved like fish swimming in the sea, subtly forming strange patterns. Then, the boxes opened, erupting instantaneously with thunderous sounds.

“Boom! Boom!

Boom!” A hundred simultaneous explosions roared. The thunder struck the light barrier like giant hammers, causing the ripples to split apart.

A breach suddenly flashed open at that precise moment. Telega painfully tapped his forehead.

A flicker of lightning appeared, and then electric orbs materialized from his Inner Realm above his head, retrieving the boxes that had contained the devastating heavenly lightning. This secret treasure had been bestowed upon him by an Ancestor of the Domain Realm when he broke through to the Immortal Realm.

It held infinite power but could not be used indefinitely; it was meant for emergencies. In the center of the green bubble, he had relied on this treasure to escape once.

Now, to overcome the obstruction of the ripples on the light barrier, he had used it a second time, finally blasting open a fissure. As the crack appeared, before he could react, Ye Boler grinned and took the initiative to rush forward.

Behind Ling Mei, the black-armored men of the Profound Sky Clan prepared to charge toward the ruins below. Ling Mei raised a hand to stop them, stating solemnly, “No need to hurry.

Let him go first and observe.” Those men immediately halted, silently commending their lord’s caution, realizing how perilous and mysterious this place was. They watched Ye Boler go.

Ye Boler passed through the rift successfully; no accidents or further dangers arose during his passage. “Go through immediately!” Ling Mei’s eyes brightened.

Her fiery silhouette, like a sudden flame, moved even faster than Faloni, charging toward the seabed first. Faloni and the members of the Profound Sky Clan followed closely behind, filing through the opening while it remained open.

“Get in first! We’ll discuss everything else down there!” Mei Ji spoke, diverting a sliver of her attention to observe that area.

Seeing Ye Boler plunge into the seabed, she knew progress was being made. She urgently informed Audrey and then transformed into an icy beam, heading toward the rift.

Audrey didn't have time to ponder; she quickly followed. Figure after figure plunged through the rift into the world beyond the light barrier, like arrows shot from a bow.

Moments after Audrey’s figure vanished, the rift healed within seconds. The ripples, blasted apart by the explosions, surged back, mending the gap.

The light barrier sealed itself once more. ...

Following the call of his soul, Shi Yan traversed the vast, boundless ruins beneath the sea. Towering, magnificent ancient structures swept beneath him, shrinking into mere specks of stone.

The world contained within the light barrier was even more immense than a Life Star. When he extended his divine sense, he experienced an illusion of infinity.

The soul call felt acutely near, yet pursuing it revealed an enormous distance. A thread of divine sense entered the Celestial Illusion Star Compass.

He glanced at the time scale, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. After entering the barrier, he had been flying without stopping.

Given his speed as an Explorer of Spatial Profound Arts, half a month had already passed. After flying relentlessly for half a month—a distance that could traverse nearly half the Maya Star Domain—he still hadn't reached the location that felt as close as next door.

The world inside the barrier was truly enormous. For half a month, he had devoted all his energy to travel, leaving no leisure to examine the spectacular ancient architecture below.

Nor did he pay much attention to the ruined buildings—their myriad strange shapes: elliptical, conical, tower-like—were vastly different from the forms in his memory. Sometimes, deep within those ruins, he could vaguely glimpse a flash of light.

It was as if some shards of cold metal caught the light briefly, a fleeting shimmer as he sped past. He paid it no mind.

Time flew, and in a blink, another five days elapsed. Shi Yan suddenly stopped, staring blankly ahead, his surprise unconcealed.

A colossal ancient structure, resembling a soul altar, rose hundreds of stories high, stacked layer upon layer like a ten-thousand-meter mountain. This building possessed countless windows, each enormously large, and it remained perfectly preserved, showing no signs of damage.

The altar-like edifice rose tier upon tier, perfectly integrated, reflecting a cold metallic sheen. Countless profound and mystical tadpole runes, like billions of glowing fish, swam across the walls of the structure, ceaseless and ancient.

Yet, upon closer inspection, one could discern that those billions of runes were all just a single character—a Primal Character whose meaning remained obscure. Billions of identical runes swam like fish across the towering walls of the colossal, city-like structure, which shone with a chilling luster as the runes moved, instilling awe and trepidation.

Shi Yan watched the ancient building from a distance, his expression strange, his cheek twitching. The fluctuations transmitting the call to him originated from those billions of runes!

As the runes moved, the repeated calls pierced directly into his Sea of Consciousness. An ancient voice repeated its message thousands of times, vibrating within his secondary soul on the Heavenly Fire Layer, causing the clusters of Heavenly Fire to burn fiercely.

“Crack!” At the very bottom of the ancient structure, amidst the rubble pile, came two faint sounds of stones being moved. Shi Yan, noticing this with sharp perception, instantly changed expression and focused intently on those two proximate areas.

Two individuals who absolutely should not have been in this place emerged from the piles of stone. They looked up simultaneously, their complexions paled simultaneously, and they cried out in unison: “Shi Yan!” “God Lord Bryan!

Ming Hao!” Shi Yan was so startled his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. Bryan, the Patriarch of the God Race, who had been displaced by the Great Divine Ability of the Primal Being Hui and thrown God knows where, and Ming Hao, the Soul Controlling Master of the Bloodthirsty lineage—they both popped their heads out right there, sitting amidst the (shattered stones) beneath the ancient structure.

It was inconceivable. “How are you here?” “How are you here?” Shi Yan and the God Lord and Ming Hao nearly shrieked at the same time.

Disbelief was etched on all three faces, mixed with a sense of bizarre uncanny synchronicity. “We have been trapped here all along,” Ming Hao murmured after a few seconds, rising from the pile of debris.

In his ghost form, he spoke while looking up at the massive ancient structure, observing the countless floating Primal Runes with reverence. “Initially, we weren't here.

Bryan sensed a soul call emanating from this place and tracked it here. We tried to unravel the mystery, spending decades, but still couldn't grasp the profound secret.” “You felt the soul summons too?” Shi Yan asked in surprise.

God Lord Bryan remained seated, glancing askance at him with a strange look in his eyes. “So you also came because of the soul call.

I couldn’t break the mystery; perhaps my share of Huang’s memory isn't enough. Maybe if I kill you and merge with you, I can enter the interior of that ancient building.” He suddenly stood up.

“Ming Hao, do you wish to be trapped here forever, or do you want out? If you want out, don't stop me.

Just let me kill this brat. I want his secondary soul; you can have his main soul, and you take the Devouring Profound Art.

How about that arrangement?”