‘So what if those gales were left behind by the ancient Wind Demon God?
I have brought the Wind-Settling Pearl. With it, I fear no gale.’
Dao Changkong's expression was rather gloomy, as he recalled his recent experience of being hunted by those ferocious winds and forced into a frantic retreat.
Although he was only a Seventh-Level Sovereign God, his cultivation in the Dao of the Blade was terrifyingly profound. Even encountering ordinary Eighth Level Sovereign Gods, he dared to engage them head-on.
He was an exceptionally arrogant man. After being forced to flee from this continent, he was utterly unwilling to accept it.
It so happened that the upper echelons of the Blade Realm had received word and dispatched someone to deliver a Wind-Settling Pearl. Thus, Dao Changkong immediately led the blade cultivators back onto this very continent.
After all, if this continent truly held treasures and a legacy left behind by the ancient Wind Demon God, no major force would miss the opportunity; all would dispatch their experts to explore.
The true powerhouses within the Guardian Faction were currently occupied with more pressing matters, leaving the task of exploring this continent to a Sovereign God of Dao Changkong's caliber.
Besides the members from the Rune Sacred Land and the Blade Realm, a dozen or so powerhouses from the Guardian Faction were present nearby.
Leading them was a blue-robed elder with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze was deep and profound, seemingly capable of devouring all.
Striding ahead with his hands behind his back, each step he took spanned a vast distance, his movement technique and speed so extreme that the surrounding powerhouses watched with covert admiration.
"We've been inside for some time now. Why haven't we encountered those gales you spoke of? Was what you said earlier even true?"
After walking across the land for a moment, the blue-robed elder scanned the ground around him, which was nearly devoid of all vegetation. He suddenly frowned and spoke.
"What we said is absolutely true," a Seventh-Level Sovereign God from the Guardian Faction at his side immediately replied. "The three of us nearly lost our lives within those gales earlier. That was a personal experience. We would not dare deceive Senior Xu."
This Senior Xu hailed from the main headquarters. Within the Guardian Faction of the Fifth Void, his status and rank surpassed those of ordinary elders. Hence, other elders showed him utmost respect.
"Very well," Senior Xu nodded. "If we encounter those gales again, I will definitely enter them to see for myself what exactly controls them."
At this moment, Ye Yunfei, accompanied by the twelve Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods of the Hunyuan Sect, was traversing the vast expanse of ruined buildings.
Ye Yunfei continuously monitored their surroundings using his Mental Force and simultaneously peered ahead with the Divine Pupil in his brow.
"There's another damaged stele ahead," Ye Yunfei's heart stirred suddenly, and a look of joy appeared on his face. On the distant horizon lay a broken stele, seemingly dilapidated and pitted, with a portion already broken off. However, the characters inscribed on it were faintly discernible, much like the previous damaged stele.
Ye Yunfei understood in his heart that this stele most likely recorded the second part of that technique manual.
Upon spotting the damaged stele, Ye Yunfei immediately quickened his pace, striding forward. The twelve Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods of the Hunyuan Sect promptly accelerated to keep up with him.
"We are close to the stele's vicinity. We must be careful; that remnant consciousness might emerge to attack us," Hun Lao sent a warning via Sound Transmission.
Ye Yunfei released his Mental Force while simultaneously using the Divine Pupil in his brow to constantly monitor the surrounding space for any trace of that remnant consciousness.
"It is indeed nearby," Ye Yunfei soon detected a hint of the remnant consciousness' aura through his Divine Pupil.
Once he sensed its presence, Ye Yunfei instantly grew alert and sent a Sound Transmission to the twelve Hunyuan Sect elders, warning them that ferocious winds could appear at any moment.
The twelve Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods were startled upon receiving Ye Yunfei's Sound Transmission. They hurriedly quickened their steps, pressing close to his side.
They knew full well that their own strength was utterly insufficient to withstand those gales; only Ye Yunfei could resist them.
Ye Yunfei's pace quickened further as he rushed toward the location of the damaged stele.
"It seems Young Master Ye has made a discovery," the twelve Hunyuan Sect Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods exchanged glances behind him, communicating via Sound Transmission.
"There's no need to worry, everyone. With Young Master Ye here, we will not be in danger," Elder Gan knew everyone was worried about the gales suddenly appearing and offered words of comfort via Sound Transmission.
"Indeed. I have followed Young Master Ye through several battles and personally witnessed how he countered those winds. I have full confidence in him," Elder Feng also sent via Sound Transmission.
Throughout the journey, Ye Yunfei kept his attention on that remnant consciousness. Though its aura now lingered in the surroundings, it never fully manifested. Clearly, it still harbored some apprehension towards Ye Yunfei.
After all, the Mental Force Martial Skills Ye Yunfei wielded were the only thing on this continent capable of attacking it.
Soon, the damaged stele ahead became visible to the naked eye.
"It seems this damaged stele is what Young Master Ye is looking for," the twelve Hunyuan Sect Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods all thought to themselves.
Ye Yunfei quickly arrived before the stele. Its condition appeared similar to the previous one.
The stele bore many ancient characters, many of which had been eroded by the laws of time, leaving them incomplete and fragmented.
An ordinary person arriving here would be utterly incapable of restoring the characters that had been obliterated. However, Ye Yunfei had cultivated the pupil technique legacy of the Eye Sovereign, allowing him to study, analyze, deduce, and restore those characters.
It was precisely this method that had allowed him to acquire the complete first part before.
"If I can obtain the second part of this technique, I can officially begin cultivating it. When that time comes, I might learn the method to control those gales," Ye Yunfei gazed at the damaged stele before him, a spark of anticipation igniting within.
The power of those gales was truly immense. Even a Seventh-Level Sovereign God could not endure within them for long, eventually being dispersed to ashes.
If he could truly master those winds and unleash rolling gales on the battlefield, blanketing the sky and covering the earth, he could annihilate an opposing army in an instant.
"Honored elders, I intend to study this stele here," Ye Yunfei turned and addressed the twelve Hunyuan Sect elders.
"Rest assured, Young Master Ye. We will not disturb you. We shall recuperate nearby," Elder Gan replied.
Thus, the twelve Hunyuan Sect Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods found a spot nearby to sit cross-legged, focusing on rest and recovery.
Ye Yunfei retrieved a batch of formation flags and scattered them around, swiftly erecting over a dozen large-scale formations, providing layered protection for this entire area.
Witnessing the formations Ye Yunfei deployed, the twelve Seventh-Level Sovereign Gods felt their hearts grow considerably calmer.
Having witnessed the might of Ye Yunfei's formations before, they knew that with these defenses in place, they could withstand another onslaught of gales, at least for a time.
After setting up the formations, Ye Yunfei sat down cross-legged. Utilizing both his Mental Force and the Divine Pupil in his brow, he began to analyze and study the characters on the damaged stele.
Rumble, rumble, rumble…
The moment Ye Yunfei sat before the stele and began his analysis, rolling, ferocious winds began to materialize within the surrounding space.
These winds, upon their appearance, were immense in scale, surging with vast momentum, blanketing the sky and covering the earth as they launched their assault on Ye Yunfei's group.
The formations Ye Yunfei had just erected simultaneously unleashed waves of formidable formation energy, beginning to counter the raging winds.
Rumble, rumble, rumble…
Infinite, wild winds swept through heaven and earth, causing the entire world to tremble.
One towering tornado after another took shape, spinning frantically, crashing violently toward the formations.
In no time, over a hundred colossal tornadoes, seemingly holding up the sky and standing upon the earth, surrounded them. Their destructive power was even more terrifying than the ferocious winds.
Boom, boom, boom…
Over a dozen tornadoes advanced simultaneously, instantly shattering six or seven of the formations Ye Yunfei had deployed.
"What is going on?
The power of these winds and tornadoes wasn't this great before. Why have they become so terrifying now?"
Hun Lao was taken aback and immediately spoke to Ye Yunfei.