Chapter 121

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Chapter 121: Each Summons a Ghostly Fetus

Just as Ye Yun’s soul was about to be erased, the Heart of Immortals and Demons finally emerged.

The black and white light appeared like divine radiance from the Immortal Realm, instantly clearing everything away. Ye Yun felt a blazing brightness flood his mind as his consciousness fully returned to his control.

The light from the Heart of Immortals and Demons surged downward, colliding with the cool aura controlled by Hualun.

There was no resistance—like a king facing a lowly ant, the light plunged straight down. The cool aura was devoured by the black and white radiance before it could react.

The black and white light tore through like hot knife through butter, rushing into Ye Yun’s chest and spreading through his limbs without pause.

The cool aura had taken dozens of breaths to claim Ye Yun’s body, yet vanished completely in mere moments, utterly consumed.

“Ah!”

A shrill scream echoed from the Soul Turning Tower as Hualun’s soul seemed gravely wounded, howling in agony.

“What is this? This black and white light—how can it devour my soul power?” Ye Yun felt full control return to his body. His right palm still rested on the Soul Turning Tower, now with only a gentle pull keeping it attached.

The black and white light seemed to sense Ye Yun’s intent to withdraw his hand, bursting from his palm into the tower.

Ye Yun kept his hand firmly pressed against the surface.

“What is this? Get out!” Hualun shrieked as if haunted. “Remove your hand at once, and I’ll spare your life! Otherwise, you’ll face death and disappearance of the spirit!”

Fear quivered in Hualun’s voice, her threats hollow with desperation.

“Senior Hualun, you’re the one who trapped my hand while trying to seize my body. How can I pull away now?” Ye Yun laughed loudly. “With my hand stuck, how could I possibly let go?”

“Hmph! Do you think a Golden Core expert like me can’t handle mere light?” Hualun’s tone abruptly steadied.

Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed briefly before he grinned. “Here’s a proposal: you’ve stayed in this tower a thousand years—what’s another thousand? Hand over all treasures in the Hualun Secret Vault, and I’ll spare you for future body-seizing attempts.”

“Greedy brat! Surrendering my treasures would seal my doom,” Hualun retorted coldly, struggling against the invading light.

“I keep my word. Those treasures are useless to you here,” Ye Yun chuckled, relaxed. “Surely you don’t want them rotting in this dark tomb forever?”

His probing words had worked—Hualun’s response confirmed treasures existed in the seventh level and her helplessness against the light. Why else bargain for life?

“I do have treasures,” Hualun finally conceded after a long pause. “But swear an oath: spare my life.”

Delighted, Ye Yun said, “Naturally! We’ve no feud. Let’s part peacefully and meet again someday.”

“Swear first, then I’ll yield the treasures,” Hualun sighed defeatedly.

She’d schemed for millennia—leaving records in the Hua family, rebuilding her soul to thirty percent strength in the tower, ready to seize a worthy vessel like Ye Yun.

Yet she’d never foreseen the devouring light within him, nearly annihilating her.

Ye Yun swore not to harm Hualun or remove her from the tomb.

“Now withdraw that light and remove your hand,” Hualun murmured.

With a thought, Ye Yun recalled the black and white radiance and lifted his palm.

He feared no tricks—Hualun’s fractured soul couldn’t leave the tower without a new body. Still, leaving such a treasure behind stung.

But this tomb expedition, though nearly fatal, had brought ample rewards. The tower’s loss was bearable.

Ye Yun withdrew his right hand from the Soul Turning Tower when a beam of light shot out, revealing a floating purple berry before him.

The peculiar fruit appeared smooth yet showed faint glimpses of a large bird’s ethereal figure shimmering beneath its surface.

"This is Purple Gold Spirit Fruit from the Purple Gold Eagles under the Golden-winged Roc tribe. It stabilizes the mind and strengthens cultivation during breakthroughs to the foundation establishment stage," came Hualun’s reluctant voice.

Ye Yun examined the fruit in his palm, its gentle fragrance refreshing his senses. Suppressing his excitement, he stored it in the Thunder Sound Metamorphosis ring.

His attention returned to the Light Tower. Not only did it nourish souls, but it also stored items. The real Secret Vault must lie within its hidden space.

"Senior Hualun, stop releasing treasures one by one. Bring them all out now," Ye Yun said, narrowing his eyes. "Every last item. No hiding."

After prolonged silence, over a dozen glowing objects erupted from the tower.

Ye Yun waved his hand, suspending fourteen peculiar fruits and strange flowers before him – all vibrant and fragrant.

"These were meant for my use after seizing the body. Check reference materials to learn their functions," Hualun’s despairing voice echoed.

Ye Yun shoved everything into his ring, frowning. "Don’t you have any top-grade spiritual weapons?"

"What use are weapons? True cultivation relies on raw power. Overwhelming strength crushes all tools," Hualun retorted bitterly.

Ye Yun paused, reconsidering his obsession with treasures. Absolute power indeed rendered weapons meaningless.

"Wise words. But surely you’ve more than this?" he pressed.

"You already possess Purple Shadow and Thunder Sound ring. I sense Ice Spirit Soul Lock and Fire Flame Explosive Cloud’s energy too. How many weapons satisfy you? Greed destroys," Hualun snapped.

"I said everything. Or face consequences." Ye Yun coldly pressed his palm against the tower.

"Young fellow, must you be ruthless?" Hualun’s voice rose fearfully.

Ignoring her, Ye Yun maintained contact. Violent suction suddenly gripped his hand.

"Fool! You took the bait!" Hualun crowed triumphantly.

Black and white light erupted from Ye Yun’s palm toward the tower – only to hit an invisible barrier. Simultaneously, the tower drained his freshly recovered spiritual power and essence.

Realization struck – Hualun’s cooperation had been deception. The spatial magical array hidden among those fruits blocked his light. Three years in servant disciple outer court taught him much, but paled against this millennia-old schemer.

Cultivation’s path proved brutal – blood spilled over mere spirit stones, trust nonexistent. Ye Yun grimaced. His three years of hardship hadn’t hardened him enough.

"Naive child!" Hualun gloated. "Heaven brought you through the great tomb’s trials not to leave, but to gift me your body!"

As the spatial array diverted his black and white light elsewhere, Ye Yun suddenly laughed coldly.

"Senior Hualun… You think this is my light’s full power?"