Chapter Eighty: Repairing the Soul

  Soul, the essence of a living being. If a living being loses its soul, can it still be called a living being? No, that's a dead object!

  Any living being, as long as their soul is still there, even if their body has been shattered, they are still alive.

  The soul, in a more abstract sense, is the life of a living being. When the soul disperses, that living being ceases to exist.

  Nowadays, Yun Zhongzi and Yang Jiao are both spiritually injured. However, Yun Zhongzi's injury is relatively light, while Yang Jiao's spiritual wound is severe and can only be temporarily protected by the Twelve-Petal Apocalypse Lotus Platform.

  Yun Zhongzi took Yang Jiao and flew rapidly, their speed extremely fast, like two shooting stars flashing across the sky, disappearing in an instant.

  Before long, Yun Zhongzi and Yang Jiao arrived at the Youming Blood Sea.

  "Hmph, Yun Zhongzi, what are you doing here in my Underworld Blood Sea?"

  Yun Zhongzi and Yang Jiao had just approached the Youming Blood Sea when it suddenly churned up, emitting a furious roar. A moment later, the blood sea parted, and out flew Menghe, clad in a crimson Daoist robe.

  At this moment, Minghe's face was not looking good. Last time he had a big fight with Yun Zhongzi, Minghe was careless and suffered a loss. Just when he wanted to regain his dignity, the eleven ancestral witches arrived simultaneously.

  The last eleven ancestor witches didn't distinguish between good and evil, and trampled the Nether River for a while. The Nether River fled in disarray, causing it to lose face until now, and it still hasn't regained its dignity from Yun Zhongzi. Now that I think about it, the Nether River grits its teeth in anger.

  "Haha, Menghe Daoyou, what are you doing? Don't tell me that even when old friends come to visit, you won't invite me to sit and chat at your secluded Blood Mansion?" Clouds Within Son chuckled and said.

  Yang Jiao looked on with a strange expression, he had never heard of the matters between Yun Zhongzi and Minghe, naturally he also didn't know about the grudges between the two. Now, the question and answer between the two made Yang Jiao very curious.

  Minghe was taken aback, he and Yun Zhongzi were sworn enemies. Previously, he had thwarted his plan to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi, and later, he had lost face in Yun Zhongzi's hands. Now, Yun Zhongzi had come directly to the Youming Blood Sea, and even wanted to visit the Youming Blood Mansion. Minghe's face was burning with anger, unable to understand Yun Zhongzi's intentions.

  "Hmph, Yun Zhongzi, don't try this trick again. The Old Ancestor and you still have an unsettled account, you shouldn't have forgotten, should you?"

  Minghe couldn't figure out Yun Zhongzi's purpose, but he had no intention of letting him off. Minghe still resented Yun Zhongzi for blocking his attempt to seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi and for losing face in front of him.

  Especially for blocking his attempt to seize the Hongmeng Purple Energy, Minghe could be said to hate Yun Zhongzi so much that he gritted his teeth. If he were to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Energy, coupled with the merits of creating the Asura tribe and assisting Hou Tu in transforming into a wheel of reincarnation, he might just become a saint.

  Yun Zhongzi naturally knew what Minghe said, and he withdrew the smile from his face. His complexion gradually became solemn, and he coldly said, "What? Is Fellow Daoist Minghe planning to have a duel with me?"

  Yang Jiao was shocked, how could they be fighting again? How long had it been since the last time? He had just finished a battle with Huang Tian and hadn't even caught his breath yet, now he had to fight against Minghe again. Yang Jiao couldn't understand why his master and Quasi-Saint still had grudges between them.

  Minghe sneered. His cultivation was only one step away from becoming a quasi-saint who could slay two corpses, and he still had two powerful magical artifacts in his hands.

  Nowadays, Yun Zhongzi is only slightly better than Da Luojin Xianfeng. Although he still has two strange treasures in his hand, how can he be the opponent of Minghe? Killing Yun Zhongzi, Minghe doesn't dare to do it, but after thinking about it for a while, he still has that courage.

  "Heh heh, Laozu has been feeling extremely bored lately, my skin is itching all over, I really want to spar with someone and have them scratch this itch for me." Minghe let out a strange laugh, his voice filled with a chilling intent.

  Yun Zhongzi's mouth twitched, his hands clasped behind his back, and he said, "So that's how it is. Fellow Daoist, your skin is thick and tough, I'm afraid my little trick won't be able to scratch your itch. Why don't you take Yuantu and Anbi and poke yourself a couple of times?"

  Yun Zhongzi spoke these words while behind his back, a pair of hands appeared holding the Hetu Luoshu and a brown gourd.

  Minghe was enraged, instantly taking out Yuantu and Abi, and also summoning the twelve products of the fiery red lotus. With a furious voice, he said, "Yunzhongzi, today Laozu will let you understand the consequences of offending Laozu." At the same time, he rapidly charged towards Yunzhongzi.

  Yun Zhongzi let out a cold snort, instantly withdrawing his hands from behind his back. He weighed the object in his hand and said calmly, "Minghe, are you certain you want to fight me today?"

  Minghe was greatly shocked, his body suddenly stopped, and he glared at Yun Zhongzi. At this moment, Minghe felt so suffocated, his chest violently heaving up and down, already filled with raging anger.

  He could sense the astonishing stellar essence in Yun Zhongzi's brown gourd, and previously in the Ziwei Palace, Yun Zhongzi used the array method set up with the Hetu Luoshu to inflict severe injuries on Haotian.

  Moreover, it was after the heavenly emperor severely injured himself by punching out that strange bead, if not for that bead, no one knows what would have happened to the heavenly emperor, and the Zi Wei Palace almost got completely destroyed.

  The Naihe has twelve kinds of industry fire red lotus, naturally not worried that he will suffer in this array method, but this place is the Yin and Yang blood sea, the blood sea lives his created Asura tribe, if Yun Zhongzi lets the big array explode in the Yin and Yang blood sea, then the Asura tribe will definitely lose heavily, the consequence, is Naihe unbearable.

  Minghe was furious, he didn't expect Yun Zhongzi to use this to threaten him. In the past, although Yun Zhongzi wasn't fearless of heaven and earth, at least he wasn't afraid of Minghe.

  Minghe hesitated, his blue veins bulging, he hated not being able to kill Yun Zhongzi immediately, but he didn't dare. The Ashura tribe was Minghe's most beloved, absolutely no loss could be tolerated. After a long hesitation, Minghe finally endured it and let out a loud roar at the sky.

  "Despicable, Yun Zhongzi, you coward, are you going to use this to threaten our ancestor forever? In that case, it's better for our ancestor to fight you to the death."

  Yun Zhongzi smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, after this is over, I will never use this formation to threaten fellow Taoists again."

  The Nether River's furious flames shot up to the sky, but upon hearing these words, he finally felt a slight relief in his heart. However, his mouth still shouted, "Good, Cloud Middle Child, you lunatic, you win this time, Old Ancestor admits defeat. But if you dare to cause trouble in Old Ancestor's Netherworld Blood Sea again, Old Ancestor will not let you off."

  Minghe was extremely humiliated, what kind of existence is Minghe? Outside, who doesn't treat him with respect and courtesy? But Yun Zhongzi repeatedly challenged his dignity. This time, he originally wanted to regain some face, but was threatened by Yun Zhongzi like this. Minghe was furious, but also helpless, so he left a sentence of words and then angrily returned to the Youming Blood Mansion.

  Yun Zhongzi saw the River of the Underworld retreat, and Da Song let out a sigh of relief. With a bitter smile, he shook his head, put away the Hetu Luoshu and the brown gourd, then wordlessly took Yang Jiao and flew into the Blood Sea of the Netherworld.

  Yang Jiao was shocked, originally in his view this war should have been unavoidable, but he didn't expect Minghe to be forced back by his own master, that's almost a saint, although he was puzzled, he could only hold it in and followed Yun Zhongzi on the road with a gloomy expression.

  Actually, Yun Zhongzi used this method to force Minghe to retreat, which was also helpless. Firstly, although he himself was not afraid of Minghe, now he had a brand new understanding of his own strength, and for this meaningless battle, it was not interesting to fight.

  Secondly, Yang Jiao's soul had been damaged for a long time, he knew that he couldn't delay any longer and must repair it as soon as possible, otherwise some unexpected changes would occur, so Yun Zhongzi used this method to force back the Ming River.

  The numerous powerful beings who were watching the commotion with great interest all felt extremely disappointed, wanting to see how the two would fight, but didn't expect it to end in this way. One by one, they felt regretful and shook their heads in sighs.

  But Heaven, Haotian's face was equally gloomy, he also hoped that Minghe could have a battle with Yunzhongzi, to teach Yunzhongzi a lesson. Unexpectedly, it turned out like this. "Hmph, Yunzhongzi, Juejiao, Chuanjiao, each and every one of them is arrogant and self-aggrandizing. I, the Heavenly Court, hold the power over the world, yet they do not put my Heavenly Court in their eyes. One day, I will make them regret it."

  Yaochi, who was standing beside him, thought for a moment and then said, "Huang Tian, offending the Holy One is not quite right. Why don't we talk to Master about this matter and let Master make the decision? I believe that even if it's several senior brothers, they won't be able to do anything to us."

  Hao Tian's eyes lit up upon hearing this and he exclaimed, "Right! This matter needs to be discussed with the old master. I'll go now."

  Hao Tian immediately prepared and rushed to the Purple Palace.

  Inside Biyou Palace, Tongtian Sect Master furrowed his brow at this moment, gazing into the void, lost in thought.

  In front of Ping Xin Hall, Yun Zhongzi brought Yang Jiao to come near, and the voice of Ping Xin Niangniang came out.

  "Haha, it's actually Yun Zhongzi Daoist friend. It's been many years since we last met, and yet your cultivation has made great progress."

  At this time, the gate of Ping Xin Hall opened, and only saw Ping Xin Niang Niang sitting upright in the great hall, smiling at Yun Zhongzi.

  Yun Zhongzi smiled slightly and led Yang Jiao into the Ping Xin Hall, saying, "I've seen Ping Xin Niangniang, how can my humble Taoist skills compare to yours?"

  Yang Jiao was shocked. The legendary figures of Minghe Laozu and Pingxin Niangniang existed only in stories for him, but he didn't expect to meet two great figures in a short moment, and they seemed to be familiar with his master. His heart was shaken, although he was covered by the Twelve-Petaled Black Lotus, he still bowed and said, "Yang Jiao pays respects to Pingxin Niangniang."

  " Fellow Taoist, you've come for this Yang Jiao, haven't you?"

  Yun Zhongzi nodded, neither confirming nor denying, and said, "Your Majesty's words are not wrong. I came here for the sake of my great disciple, and also because my soul was injured and needs some spiritual power to recover. I hope Your Majesty can help."

  "Besides, it's not a big deal," said Ping Xin. "Considering how you helped me in my past life, I shouldn't shirk from this either. Come with me."

  Ping Xin Niang Niang is also known as Hou Tu Niang Niang. In the past, Yun Zhong Zi inadvertently pointed out Hou Tu's reincarnation, so Ping Xin Niang Niang can be said to owe Yun Zhong Zi a favor. Now that Yun Zhong Zi has a request, she naturally agrees.

  If you want to talk about the entire Desolate Continent, where the soul power is the most abundant, there's no doubt that it's these Six Cycles of Reincarnation. Every day in the Desolate Continent, countless living beings die, and those scattered souls either dissipate into the void, are utilized by people with ulterior motives, or enter the Six Cycles of Reincarnation.

  And those reincarnated souls, when they are reborn, do not take away all their soul power, but leave most of it in the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

  Especially those who cultivate the Tao, with strong souls, finally only a thread of true spirit enters reincarnation, and the power of that soul also remains in the six paths of reincarnation.

  Of course, the cycle of life and death has its own balance in the vast universe. When the six paths of reincarnation allow these spirits to transmigrate, it will also consume a large amount of spiritual energy. Therefore, the spiritual energy in the six paths of reincarnation is generally maintained at a stable level.

  Ping Xin Niang brought Yun Zhongzi and the two arrived at a place in space, this space was where the soul power gathered, these soul powers were so dense that they became clouds and mist, making Yun Zhongzi and Yang Jiao marvel.

  "This... this must be the remnants of countless lives after death." Yun Zhongzi took a deep breath, and as he thought about the massive number of lives that had perished, his scalp couldn't help but feel a chill.

  The calm and serene face of Ping Xin Niang, obviously having seen life and death many times over the years, said, "Yes, the cycle of life and death has its own destiny, fellow Taoist doesn't have to be sad about it. You two master and disciple can repair your souls here, after you're done, you can come out. However, I hope that when Cloud Middle Child leaves, he won't take away the spiritual energy from this place."

  "Fellow Taoist, rest assured, I understand."

  After Tai Ping Xin Niang left, Yun Zhongzi and Yang Jiao Shifu sat cross-legged in this space to repair their souls.

  Mending the soul is much more difficult than recovering one's vitality, of course. The power of the soul here is vast, and Yun Zhongzi and Yang Jiao can also take this opportunity to strengthen their souls.

  One side repairing, one side cultivating, in the blink of an eye several months passed, Yun Zhongzi had already woken up, but he still sat cross-legged on the ground, such opportunities are rare, naturally want to cultivate the soul well.

  On the other hand, Yang Jiao was also wholeheartedly repairing his soul.

  Time slipped away, three years passed, and the calmness of the Blood Sea remained as it was before. The entire sea was a deep crimson that sent chills down one's spine.

  Suddenly, a wave of blood surged forward, and two figures flew out from it. They were Yun Zhongzi and Yang Jiao, master and disciple.

  After three years, Yun Zhongzi and Yang Jiao not only repaired their souls to perfection but also became even stronger than before after a period of cultivation.

  The two of them didn't stay, turning into two virtual shadows, disappearing instantly in the dark blood sea.

  "Hmm!"

  In the depths of the Blood Mansion, Minghe watched as Yun Zhongzi and the other left, their auras stronger than before. He couldn't help but let out a cold snort.