The sudden appearance of those fierce gales earlier had caught both the blade cultivators and the three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods from the Guardian Faction off guard, leaving them solely focused on fleeing for their lives. They hadn't had the time to pay any attention to Ye Yunfei.
It was only now that they finally noticed Ye Yunfei had been caught within the range of the gales, yet he seemed completely unharmed.
“He’s deployed numerous formations and is using them to withstand the gales. That brat’s skill in formations truly lives up to his legend—so incredibly profound!” someone remarked with obvious resentment as they observed the dazzling formation barriers swirling around Ye Yunfei’s body.
“Those formations he laid are already riddled with cracks. They won’t hold for much longer,” Dao Changkong sneered after glancing back.
“It seems that surnamed-Ye bastard will be buried under those gales after all. That’s letting him off too easily; I wanted to rip him to pieces myself!” one of the Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods from the Guardian Faction declared, his gaze full of schadenfreude as he watched Ye Yunfei amid the roiling tempest.
“Rest assured, these gales will obliterate him both physically and soul, grinding him to dust. He dared to stand against our Guardian Faction, causing us such immense losses. This is precisely the fate he deserves,” another Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign God said coldly.
Boom…!
At this moment, the roiling gales and dozens of tornadoes continued to swiftly pursue the blade cultivators and the three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods from the Guardian Faction.
The entire sky and earth were completely submerged under terrifying winds. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but the howling tempest, causing everything in its path to tremble in fear.
Feeling the terror emanating from the pursuing gales behind them, neither the blade cultivators nor the three Guardian Faction Sovereign Gods dared to linger. Each exhausted their full power, desperately fleeing into the distance.
“What is going on? That bastard Ye Yunfei still hasn’t suffered any injury! How is he managing it?” one blade cultivator blurted out in disbelief after turning back to see Ye Yunfei, accompanied by Hunyuan Sect’s eight Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods, standing calmly amid the storm, seemingly unharmed.
“Right, what’s the explanation here? Why have that surnamed-Ye bastard and the Hunyuan Sect people remained completely unscathed? Can his formations truly be so formidable, capable of withstanding the assault of these gales?”
“Even we Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods cannot handle these gales. Yet the formations laid by that Ye Yunfei can withstand them. Doesn’t that imply his formation skill is far superior to what we imagined?”
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The other blade cultivators and the three Guardian Faction Sovereign Gods all felt intense resentment, unwilling to accept this reality. They were being chased and harried by the gales, running for their lives in the most wretched state, while Ye Yunfei and his companions from Hunyuan Sect stood unmoving within the heart of the storm, completely unharmed thus far. The comparison only made their own situation appear all the more pitiful.
“That damned Ye has deployed even more formations. He’s mainly using those formations to resist the gales’ attacks,” Dao Changkong spat through gritted teeth after glancing back at Ye Yunfei and discovering over a dozen additional large formations around him.
“Enough! Stop talking! We need to focus on escaping these gales. The moment they catch up to us, we’ll be in major trouble!” Dao Changkong’s voice turned grave as he shouted.
Hearing his words, the others felt a chill in their hearts. Not daring to spare another glance for Ye Yunfei, they each pushed themselves to their limits, accelerating their desperate flight into the distance.
Meanwhile, Ye Yunfei stood within the gales, continuously deploying more formations while using his Mental Force Martial Skills to constantly attack the dark shadow lurking within the wind.
Assailed by the Mental Force attacks, the dark shadow steadily retreated, distancing itself from Ye Yunfei.
“It’s fortunate you excel in Mental Force energy. Otherwise, there truly would be no means to deal with that remnant consciousness,” Hun Lao remarked.
“True. I expect that within this continent, only Mental Force energy can deal with this entity,” the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm chimed in.
“However, I believe we should make our escape from here soon. This is that remnant consciousness’s domain. It can control these terrifying gales, making a real fight against it extremely difficult for us. If we keep this up, once you exhaust your formation materials and Formation Flags, we’ll be in major trouble,” the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm added.
The surrounding torrent of gales and the heaven-scraping tornadoes made its scalp prickle with fear.
“Don’t worry, I know my limits. We’ll be fine,” Ye Yunfei reassured him with a smile.
Ye Yunfei had been utilizing the Divine Pupil on his brow to observe and analyze the dark shadow within the gales. By now, he had gleaned much more understanding of it. He was confident the formation materials he possessed on hand would last for a considerable length of time.
“Moreover, although that remnant consciousness can control these gales, my Mental Force energy can affect it. So, we won’t end up as wretched as those blade cultivators or the three from the Guardian Faction,” Ye Yunfei explained with a chuckle.
“I intend to continue contemplating this damaged stele. I have a strong sense that the content recorded on it is extraordinary. It would be a pity to miss this opportunity,” Ye Yunfei said, his gaze shifting to the stele.
With that, he sat down cross-legged before the damaged stele and resumed his contemplation, using the Divine Pupil on his brow alongside his Mental Force energy.
Just at that moment…
“Master, look! The gales around us are growing sparser, and their power is diminishing! It seems the gales are targeting the blade cultivators and the three Guardian Faction members specifically!” Hu Miao cried out joyfully.
“Indeed, the gales are giving them singular chase. It appears that remnant consciousness has grown wary of you and is unwilling to oppose you,” Hun Lao observed, also visibly pleased.
Very quickly, Ye Yunfei noticed that all the gales around them had vanished, restoring the sky to clarity and the earth to stillness.
In the far distance, however, roiling gales and numerous tornadoes continued to relentlessly chase the blade cultivators and the three Guardian Faction Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods.
“Damn it! What’s going on? Why are these gales focused solely on chasing us? There’s not even a trace of wind left where that damned Ye Yunfei is! Do these gales have some grudge against us?”
At this point, the blade cultivators and the three Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods from the Guardian Faction in the distance had also realized this fact. Ye Yunfei’s location was completely clear, while behind them, a tempest raged, rolling after them with overwhelming force.
“Quick, keep running! Increase your speed!” The dozen-plus blade cultivators and the three Guardian Faction Sovereign Gods all turned deathly pale, escaping desperately for all they were worth. Even Dao Changkong’s face revealed a flicker of terror—he knew that once engulfed by those gales, escape would be nearly impossible.
“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have run earlier. If I’d stayed where Ye Yunfei is now, I might already be free of these terrifying gales,” one blade cultivator muttered under his breath.
Back at the stele site, Ye Yunfei remained cross-legged before the damaged monument, steadily deciphering the ancient characters inscribed upon it.
As time passed, Ye Yunfei gradually began to grasp the meanings of the ancient text on the damaged stele. Even the characters that were blurred or partially worn away were slowly being restored through the power of his Divine Pupil.
The ocular legacy of Heaven-Eye Deity Sovereign was said to be capable of seeing through all things in the world, even replicating all manner of techniques and secret arts under heaven. These claims were far from mere words.
Earlier, within Heaven-Eye Deity Sovereign’s cultivation cave dwelling, every creature attempting to cross the white river in its center would encounter a perfect duplicate of themselves—a phenomenon principally powered by Heaven-Eye’s Pupil Art that replicated the very cultivation techniques and secret arts practiced by each individual.
Apart from the ability to penetrate all things and replicate countless techniques, the Divine Pupil legacy was also capable of deduction and extrapolation. This was how the characters that had been effaced from the stele were being divined.
“Wind Demon God? Hun Lao, have you heard of this powerful ancient entity known as the Wind Demon God? The text on this stele appears to have been left behind by this mighty figure from antiquity—a secret art specifically used for controlling wind energy and wind laws. Mastery of this technique allows the wielder to unleash torrents and tornadoes like we just witnessed, harnessing them for combat,” Ye Yunfei announced.
“Wind Demon God? Indeed! I had an inkling of that name earlier. It seems this continent truly is connected to that ancient powerhouse,” Hun Lao replied immediately upon hearing Ye Yunfei.
“Hun Lao, so you are acquainted with this ‘Wind Demon God’?” Ye Yunfei pressed.
“Indeed. My racial memory does hold some recollection of this Wind Demon God. He was a paramount powerhouse of the ancient era who once dominated a period within the Chaotic Void Sea. His true power was at least on par with, if not surpassing, that of Mighty Strength Devil God. His most formidable skill was the manipulation of wind energy and wind laws. He cultivated many techniques and secret arts related to them.
According to legend, a single display of wrath from Wind Demon God could stir up ferocious gales that would simultaneously sweep across all world clusters, all worlds, and all stretches of void within the entire Chaotic Void Sea. An attack from Wind Demon God would ripple through the entire Chaotic Void Sea. He was truly one of its paramount figures in antiquity. So his legends continue to circulate within the Chaotic Void Sea even to this day,” Hun Lao explained.
“So that’s it. There truly was such a supreme powerhouse named Wind Demon God in ancient times. In that case, this continent is likely a place left behind by Wind Demon God, and that remnant consciousness controlling the gales is probably connected to him as well. Master, have you truly deciphered the meaning of the text on the damaged stele? Does this mean you have obtained Wind Demon God’s legacy?” Hu Miao inquired eagerly.
“The stele recorded here is the Upper Volume. This technique has a Lower Volume as well. To cultivate it, one must locate both volumes and study them together before practice can commence. Possessing only the Upper Volume does not allow cultivation,” Ye Yunfei clarified.
“What? This is just the Upper Volume? We have to find the Lower Volume to begin cultivation? But who knows where the Lower Volume is? The Wind Demon God was an ancient-era figure, and the Chaotic Void Sea is so vast… wouldn’t searching for the Lower Volume of this technique be like searching for a needle in the ocean? That seems incredibly difficult!” Hu Miao’s voice was tinged with disappointment.
“No, based on the deductions performed by my Divine Pupil, the Lower Volume of this technique should also be on this continent. So, we need to search everywhere. If we can find the Lower Volume as well, then I can begin cultivating it. This is the legacy of the ancient Wind Demon God—its power will certainly be formidable,” Ye Yunfei stated.
“Really? That’s wonderful! Master, let’s search the entire continent right away!” Hu Miao exclaimed, delighted.
“Correct, I am preparing to search the continent for the Lower Volume,” Ye Yunfei nodded.
With that said, Ye Yunfei suddenly extended his hand. It grew and enlarged instantaneously, transforming into a gigantic palm that seized the damaged stele before him, giving it a firm tug.