Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Ye Feng squinted his eyes, but he was not afraid at all. He activated his Supreme Form with all his strength, and a holy light immediately shone out, completely enveloping the shattered palace.    

"Sssii!"    

In just an instant, the white bone chains released by the Taoist dead spirit were corroded and melted by the holy light, and before they could even touch Ye Feng, they had already melted into nothingness.    

"Ah!"    

The Taoist dead spirit let out a miserable cry, and roared with hatred, "Bastard thing, you actually have such power!"    

"Die!"    

The Taoist dead spirit was furious, and charged towards Ye Feng with the holy light. One of his arms blasted out, and actually turned into a ferocious dragon claw, grabbing towards Ye Feng's head.    

"Sssii!"    

Under the holy light, the dragon claw formed by the Taoist dead spirit's arm instantly melted, but the white bones that were imprinted with the Great Dao's pattern were completely unharmed.    

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng's expression turned solemn. He knew that this Taoist dead spirit was a Half-Step God King when he was alive, and his physical strength was not to be underestimated. It was difficult to destroy it. If he wanted to kill the Taoist dead spirit, he could only attack its intelligence, and not its physical body.    

"Nine Heavens Thunder Sword!"    

Ye Feng roared, and decisively activated the supreme thunder power of the Nine Heavens, directly colliding with the Taoist dead spirit's dragon claw.    

"Crack!"    

The dragon claw of the Taoist dead spirit revealed cracks. The suppressive power of the supreme thunder power of the Nine Heaves was even stronger than the holy power.    

"What?"    

When the Taoist Death Spirit saw the shattered dragon claw, his pupils suddenly shrank. He clearly did not expect Ye Feng to have such strength.    

However, before the Taoist Death Spirit could recover from his shock, the power of the supreme lightning struck the Taoist Death Spirit's sea of consciousness through his bones.    

"Rumble!"    

The supreme lightning of the Nine Heavens displayed its divine might in the Taoist Death Spirit's sea of consciousness. The lightning raged, but the Taoist Death Spirit's will was very weak. It was just a remnant soul, and it was difficult for it to withstand the lightning. In the blink of an eye, it was destroyed.    

"Hua La …"    

The Taoist Death Spirit's intelligence was erased, and his body was instantly shattered, turning into a pile of bones that scattered on the ground.    

At this moment, Ye Feng saw a pure white light in the Taoist Death Spirit's pile of bones.    

Ye Feng carefully placed the pure white light in his palm. He felt a pure and auspicious aura. His soul shook in his sea of consciousness, and he transmitted an uncontrollable desire.    

"This …"    

Ye Feng's heart moved slightly. He immediately put the pure white light into his sea of consciousness. His soul opened its mouth and swallowed the pure white light.    

"Buzz!"    

Ye Feng's soul shook. A pure white light spread out and surrounded his body. His soul transmitted a feeling of extreme comfort, as if he was soaking in a hot spring. His entire body was numb.    

Other than that, Ye Feng's soul also became stronger, becoming more tenacious and powerful.    

"This thing can actually increase my soul!"    

Ye Feng was overjoyed. Although he couldn't obtain the blood-red crystal to increase his cultivation, he could strengthen his soul. This was a rare opportunity that was even harder to obtain than increasing his cultivation.    

The more one cultivated, the more important it was to strengthen one's soul. This was because if one wanted to break through, one's soul had to reach a corresponding state.    

However, compared to increasing one's cultivation, there were very few methods to increase one's soul. Other than a few types of heavenly treasures, there was only the soul cultivation method. Usually, the progress of these cultivation methods was very slow. Even after cultivating for thousands of years, it would still be difficult to have a significant improvement.    

Now, Ye Feng only needed to devour a wisp of pure white light to strengthen his soul by about ten percent. This was equivalent to a hundred years or even a thousand years of hard cultivation. How could he not be excited?    

"Hunting more dead spirits. My soul might be able to advance to the half-step God King level before me!"    

Ye Feng revealed an excited expression. Seeing that the black barrier that enveloped the entire ruined palace had dissipated, Ye Feng immediately flew out and entered the secret realm to search for dead spirits.    

An hour later, Ye Feng once again saw a dilapidated building. It was a towering pagoda that was nine hundred and ninety-nine floors high, and it reached the clouds.    

Ye Feng felt the same deathly aura as the dead spirit in the pagoda. Without any hesitation, he immediately entered the pagoda.    

"Buzz!"    

The moment Ye Feng stepped into the tower, a dark green light spread out from the top of the tower, enveloping the entire tower and forming a dark green barrier.    

It was obvious that this was the work of the undead in the tower. Just like the Taoist undead, they used the barrier as a cage, treating Ye Feng, who had stepped into the tower, as their prey and wanted to kill him and devour him.    

Ye Feng was indifferent to this. The undead in the tower saw him as their prey, and he also saw the living creatures as their resources.    

"The aura of the living creatures is really interesting."    

A deep voice came from the top of the tower, containing a bewitching power. Ye Feng's consciousness relaxed for a moment. In this secret realm that was filled with danger, it was easy to see how extraordinary the bewitching power of the voice was.    

"Devil, you are courting death!"    

A cold light flashed across Ye Feng's eyes. He immediately stabilized his body and rushed towards the top of the tower.    

Ye Feng continued to ascend the tower, going up layer by layer. Along the way, he saw that there were dense bookshelves on every floor. Some of the bookshelves were empty, some were covered in ashes from books, and some were still intact.    

Most of the books were cultivation methods, and there were also some anecdotes. Ye Feng's heart moved slightly, and he thought of the best way to understand this secret realm. That was to read these books.    

This tower was in the secret realm, and the books here were obviously related to the secret realm. Reading these books would allow Ye Feng to understand the information about the secret realm in the past. Even if he could not understand the reason why the secret realm had become like this, it would still allow Ye Feng to have a deeper understanding of the secret realm.    

However, he was in no hurry to read the books, because there was a dead spirit waiting for Ye Feng at the top of the tower. It was impossible for the dead spirit to let Ye Feng read the books in peace, so Ye Feng was in a hurry to obtain the pure white light to increase his Spiritual Sense.    

"Kill this dead spirit first, then read these books."    

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and no longer paid attention to the books. He focused on climbing the tower and quickly arrived at the top of the tower.    

The tower had a total of 999 floors, and the 98th floor was a library filled with books. Only the top floor was a hall.    

The top floor's hall was completely made of Dark Meteorite, and it was indestructible. In the center of the hall was an altar, and the altar was covered with mysterious and profound runes. Ye Feng could not understand them at all.    

In the center of the altar, there was a white-haired old man dressed in a luxurious golden robe. His face was auspicious, but his eyes were filled with greed.    

The white-haired old man's body was completely unharmed, and even the golden robe on his body was brand-new and spotless. However, the dense aura of death on his body made Ye Feng know that this was not a living person, but a dead spirit.    

Chapter 3 – The Dead Spirit