Ye Yunfei simultaneously unleashed several Soul Power secret techniques, launching a frenzied assault.
The Soul Race member, already heavily injured and not yet recovered, had his strength greatly diminished. Under the combined attacks of a powerhouse like Ye Yunfei and his helpers, he soon began to falter.
More importantly, he was trapped within the ice world and couldn't escape quickly in a short time.
If not for being trapped by the One Thought Ice World, with the Soul Race's escape techniques at his disposal, he might have had a chance to flee.
This was also a special feature of this kind of ice-type technique like the One Thought Ice World—it could trap both physical bodies and Soul Bodies, leaving enemies with no avenue of escape.
"I refuse to accept this…
I, a proud member of the exalted Soul Race, should be standing above all other races, ruling over them. You lowly races are only fit to serve as our beasts of burden. Yet now, I am about to perish at the hands of an inferior human like you.
I will not accept this!
Kid, just you wait! Daring to kill a member of our Soul Race, you will definitely face our Race's retaliation!"
In a state of terror and despair, the Soul Race member let out a shrill, wrathful roar.
Finally, amidst screams of bitter resentment, he was utterly devoured by the Soul Power Planets.
"Finally, this guy is done for."
Ye Yunfei let out a sigh of relief, his will shifting, causing the surrounding ice world to dissipate.
Elder Rong's body went limp, collapsing unconscious to the ground.
Although his Soul Body was injured, with the fall of that Soul Race entity, his soul had finally shaken off control and emerged from peril.
Only then did the Guhai Sect's founding patriarch and sect master dare approach to check on Elder Rong.
Earlier, Ye Yunfei had transmitted a message to them both, telling them and the other higher-ups to stand aside and not interfere.
Ye Yunfei took out some Divine Pills for recovery and handed them to the patriarch, instructing him to heal Elder Rong.
Then, Ye Yunfei returned to his cultivation chamber, entered the Phantom Tower, and sat down cross-legged. He began carefully examining the memories left behind by that Soul Race member.
"It turns out this guy used a self-mutilation secret technique just before death, so his memories are now incomplete."
Ye Yunfei quickly came to this realization.
"As a member of the Soul Race, he probably knew that there are advanced Soul Arts in this world capable of reading residual memories left behind by others. So he tried to destroy his own memories before perishing."
Hun Lao explained.
"That must be the reason."
Ye Yunfei nodded.
"Fortunately, he only destroyed part of them—about half, I'd say. I was able to acquire the other half."
Ye Yunfei stated.
Then, from the Soul Race member's memory fragments, Ye Yunfei obtained several legacy secret techniques of the Soul Race.
"This is an advanced version of the Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art!"
Upon confirming that one of these arts was precisely the advanced version of the Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art he had cultivated before, Ye Yunfei felt a surge of excitement.
Ye Yunfei had cultivated the Soul Race's Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art in the past, so he instantly recognized that among this Soul Race member's memories, there was a Soul Art that was indeed a more advanced version of it.
"Excellent. Another advanced Soul Art."
Ye Yunfei said with a smile.
"So, besides this guy, quite a few other Soul Race members have also secretly returned to various different voids within the Chaotic Void Sea."
From the Soul Race member's memories, Ye Yunfei also gleaned this piece of information.
"The return of the mysterious and sinister Soul Race is definitely not good news. In ancient times, the Soul Race once wreaked earth-shattering havoc upon the Chaotic Void Sea.
Countless factions, races, or world clusters were enslaved by the Soul Race, innumerable living beings reduced to slaves.
Later, some superpowers grew disgusted with the Soul Race's actions and banded together to deal with them, finally driving this evil race completely out of the Chaotic Void Sea.
Who would have thought the Soul Race would return.
This is like adding another element of instability to an already chaotic Chaotic Void Sea."
Hun Lao sighed.
Next, Ye Yunfei began a secluded cultivation session, focusing primarily on cultivating the several Soul Race legacy secret arts he had just obtained from that Soul Race member, with special emphasis on the advanced version of the Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art.
Inside the Phantom Tower, Ye Yunfei sat cross-legged, enveloped by a dense aura of soul light—a sign of his refined Soul Power manifesting externally.
As time passed, Ye Yunfei's head resembled a dazzlingly radiant sphere. Ripples of soul light continuously diffused outward from his head as the center, illuminating the surrounding space so brightly that every detail was visible.
"Truly worthy of a more advanced Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art."
Ye Yunfei murmured softly.
Compared to the Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art Ye Yunfei had cultivated before, the one he had now acquired was more profound, intricate, and sinister. The Soul Threads condensed were more resilient, formless, and ethereal, possessing stronger permeating power. Control over Soul Bodies was also far more meticulous and nuanced.
It could even exert influence subtly, imperceptibly, like planting a seed in the mind, waiting for it to sprout silently, all without alerting the enemy.
Relying on his formidable Soul Power cultivation, Ye Yunfei used both his Soul Bodies and several dozen Soul Power Planets to aid his comprehension and cultivation. Combined with his prior experience with this Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art, his progress was extremely rapid.
Roughly two years passed within the Phantom Tower.
Ye Yunfei finally achieved initial success in cultivating this advanced version of the Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art.
He abruptly opened his eyes, his will stirring.
A multitude of formless, colorless, translucent Soul Threads continuously streamed forth from his Sea of Consciousness.
After these two years of secluded cultivation, Ye Yunfei had condensed over a hundred Puppet Soul Threads in total.
Every one of the Puppet Soul Threads Ye Yunfei had cultivated in the past radiated a thick aura of Soul Force Energy, making them easily detectable by enemies.
The Puppet Soul Threads he had cultivated now were relatively much harder to detect, as they were not only formless and immaterial, but also carried almost no discernible aura.
Another point: the quality of these newly cultivated Puppet Soul Threads was vastly superior to those Ye Yunfei had cultivated before—incredibly tough and extremely difficult to destroy.
Each Puppet Soul Thread was equivalent to a Soul Power artifact, capable of posing a significant threat to an enemy's Soul Body.
Moreover, if these Puppet Soul Threads were destroyed by an enemy during combat, new ones could be condensed immediately to replenish them. As long as one's own Soul Force Energy was sufficient, they could be continually replenished, maintaining the state of over a hundred threads.
"I wonder what realm of opponent these over a hundred Puppet Soul Threads can be used against?"
Ye Yunfei looked at the formless, intangible threads he had created with some anticipation.
Next, Ye Yunfei began cultivating the other two legacy secret arts obtained from the Soul Race member's memories.
Unconsciously, another two years passed inside the Phantom Tower with Ye Yunfei in secluded cultivation.
During these two years, Ye Yunfei successfully cultivated two more of the Soul Race's legacy secret arts.
One was called the Soul Locking Formation, which used Soul Force Energy in conjunction with specially crafted formation flags to set up a formation specifically designed to suppress and seal an enemy's Sea of Consciousness and Soul Body.
The other was called the Soul-Devouring Rainstorm Needles. It could condense numerous Soul Needles. Besides their large numbers, these needles had another characteristic: their attacks were utterly silent, leaving enemies defenseless and unable to guard against them.
Ye Yunfei noticed that the more advanced the Soul Race's legacy secret arts, the more emphasis was placed on launching attacks soundlessly, catching the enemy unprepared.
During this period, while cultivating Soul Arts, Ye Yunfei also refined a large batch of Sovereign God-level Soul Force Energy crystals, further enhancing his Soul Force Energy level.
"Next, time to fuse some Sovereign God-level artifacts."
Ye Yunfei thought for a moment, then brought out a batch of Sovereign God-level artifacts. He activated the Skygolden Race's Body Transformation Artifact technique and began fusing with these artifacts.
As his physical quality and strength continuously improved, the level and number of artifacts Ye Yunfei could currently fuse with also kept rising.
This time, Ye Yunfei fused with roughly three to four hundred Sovereign God-level artifacts, further elevating his physical quality and strength.
"Next, I must continue collecting Origin Bloodline from more different races to see if I can raise the Myriad Spirits Physique Refinement Art to the next level."
Ye Yunfei murmured.
Suddenly.
"All members of the Guhai Sect, come out!"
An imperious voice transmitted into the Guhai Sect headquarters from outside, reverberating throughout its spatial expanse.
Ye Yunfei couldn't help but frown slightly, then sensed a sharp, unfamiliar presence outside the Guhai Sect headquarters, radiating an overbearing, aggressive aura.
"Especially that little punk surnamed Ye! Come out now!"
Another cold shout followed, slicing through the void like the edge of a blade, clearly spreading across the entire Guhai Sect with an authoritative, commanding tone that brooked no argument.
Ye Yunfei's face darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He rose to his feet, exited the Phantom Tower, and his figure blurred, instantly appearing outside the Guhai Sect's mountain gates.
At the same time, the other higher-ups of the Guhai Sect also heard the commotion and rushed out from the headquarters.
Then, Ye Yunfei saw a young man clad in brocade robes standing with his hands clasped behind his back before the Guhai Sect headquarters.
His features were handsome, but his brow carried a lingering air of arrogance and malevolence. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, sweeping over the Guhai Sect members with a condescending posture, as if looking at a swarm of ants, his aura vast and imposing.
"This guy is a Third Level Sovereign God. Moreover, he's exuding a domineering Blade Qi all over his body, must be someone skilled in the way of the blade."
Hun Lao transmitted to Ye Yunfei.
"Young man, why do you utter wild words before the headquarters of our Guhai Sect? Who are you, and what is your purpose here?"
After the Guhai Sect patriarch and sect master rushed out with a group of higher-ups, they gathered protectively around Ye Yunfei. The sect master took a step forward, asking in an angry voice.
"Kid, looks like you're the one I'm looking for."
The young man in brocade robes fixed his gaze on Ye Yunfei, assessing him with a mix of scrutiny and disdain, saying coldly.
"Who might you be?
What is the reason for all this shouting?"
Ye Yunfei asked in a calm tone.
"I hail from the Blade Realm!"
The young man in brocade robes lifted his chin slightly, his voice carrying a natural air of superiority.
"Kid, the long saber you obtained within the Illusory Sword Valley is an important artifact of my Blade Realm that was lost outside.
That object is not for you to possess. Hand it over immediately—return it to its rightful owner!"
The young man in brocade robes continued.
An artifact from the Blade Realm?
Ye Yunfei inwardly pondered, recalling that he had indeed obtained a rather simple-looking long saber earlier within the Illusory Sword Valley.
Currently, when employing blade techniques, Ye Yunfei typically used that specific saber.