Wang Xuanji

That enormous figure streaked closer like a flash of lightning and finally came into view: a stern-faced, middle-aged man in a golden crown, gripping reins fashioned from the Dragon Binding Rope as he rode a terrifying giant beast through the air.

The beast was more than eight zhang long. Its body resembled a giant python, with broad folds extending outward like bat wings. Yet these broad folds stretched in every direction, making it look, from afar, like a gray starfish enlarged countless times over.

Its fangs were bared, its claws were like steel, and its sharp, mournful shriek made the soul tremble.

The golden-crowned man rode the terrifying beast straight toward them. As soon as his shout rang out, a strand of soul sense, sharp as a bitterly cold blade, slashed toward Xu Yi's spiritual platform.

The instant the soul sense invaded his spiritual platform, the ring of Lei Ting above the little figure of Xu Yi's soul remained still. Yet the little soul figure moved first, reaching out and clenching its hand. The insubstantial blade of soul sense shattered in its grasp.

By now, Xu Yi's yin soul was no weaker than that of any Soul Sensing Ancestor in the world. The several tribulations he had weathered had made it even more solid.

The Soul Sensing Ancestor's soul-sense killing art worked by splitting off a strand of yin soul and turning it into a blade, then thrusting it straight at the yin soul within an enemy's spiritual platform.

Even a mere fragment of a Soul Sensing Ancestor's soul was far more solid than the yin soul of anyone below Condensed Liquid Realm. Turned into a blade, it could cut through the yin souls of those weaker cultivators with ease.

Xu Yi was the opposite. His soul had come from