Ye Wudao looked at that black speck of light, his gaze complicated.
He did not touch it.
That was Haotian's soul origin, not his.
After only one glance, he continued onward.
A few days later, Ye Wudao encountered an unprecedentedly powerful wraith.
It was the strongest one he had encountered since entering the Reincarnation Realm.
At the time, his Intent Body was searching five hundred zhang away when it suddenly sent back an intense sense of danger.
Ye Wudao immediately stopped, released his divine sense, and looked toward where his Intent Body was.
Five hundred zhang away, a massive cloud of gray-black mist was slowly spinning.
The black mist was at least a hundred zhang across, like a miniature tornado.
Within the black mist, countless twisted faces could vaguely be seen wailing and roaring.
Ye Wudao frowned.
This was no ordinary wraith.
It was a Wraith Composite.
Who knew how many wraiths had wandered the Reincarnation Realm for too long, merging with one another until they eventually formed such a massive creature.
The resentment sealed within it numbered far beyond thousands upon thousands.
Ye Wudao stood where he was and did not charge forward at once.
He could sense that this Wraith Composite was far stronger than ordinary wraiths.
The intensity of its resentment had reached at least the Immortal Emperor level.
Perhaps it was even stronger.
Ye Wudao pondered for a moment.
Fight or not?
Fighting carried great risk.
His Dao Fruit was not yet complete. Though his physical body was formidable, whether he could defeat an Immortal Emperor-level Wraith Composite remained uncertain.
Not fighting, however, would be somewhat of a waste.
If he could absorb such an enormous amount of resentment, his Intent Body might directly break through to the late eighth level.
The temptation was too great.