Chapter 208

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Chapter 208: The Ancestor Enters the Tower

"Where is the Demon Race?" Ye Yun asked with furrowed brows.

"The Demon Race? They’re on the continent. Pass through the Jiaoyue Dynasty and cross two more kingdoms to reach them," the Ancestor of the Sword Path replied, scratching his head thoughtfully.

Ye Yun nearly coughed up blood. He hadn’t even left the Heavenly Sword Sect yet, let alone knew the location of the Jiaoyue Dynasty. This journey sounded as simple as a three-day stroll to the old man.

"Old Ancestor, who are you really? Most Heavenly Sword Sect disciples never leave Jin Kingdom. Even our Sect Leader probably hasn’t visited Jiaoyue Dynasty – their farthest reach might be the Great Qin Empire at best," Ye Yun said darkly.

The old man frowned seriously. "My memories are fragmented, but I’m certain I’m the sect’s Supreme Elder."

Ye Yun rolled his eyes. "In our sect’s thousand-year history, no one’s established foothold in Great Qin Empire, much less crossed Jiaoyue Dynasty. Your jokes aren’t amusing."

The Ancestor snorted. "What does a fledgling know? Our sect would’ve thrived in Great Qin Empire if not for two fools ruining everything."

"Which fools?"

"My split soul can’t recall names. But those idiots cost us our Great Qin legacy."

Ye Yun pondered. If true, the sect’s hidden power might exceed his wildest imaginations.

"Are you making me retrieve your soul fragments from Demon Race territory?"

The old man’s eyes sparkled. "Smart lad! Help me reunite my soul, and I’ll make you influential enough to claim territory in Jiaoyue Dynasty itself!"

Ye Yun scoffed internally. If this braggart possessed such power, why was he sealed away?

"Tell me about the Demon Race," Ye Yun changed subjects.

The Ancestor’s face darkened. "Three Realms exist under Heaven’s Law: Heavenly Realm, Demon Realm, and… another Demon Realm."

"You’re confused! It’s Heavenly, Human, and Demon Realms!" Ye Yun interrupted.

"Silence, pup!" the Ancestor barked. "The Human Realm occupies less than one-third of Demon Realm’s territory. We’re just their tiny annex."

"Then why don’t we see demons everywhere?"

"Most were sealed after an ancient war ten thousand years ago. Only scattered descendants remain."

"Sealed? By whom?"

"Even Huo Lie didn’t know – whether self-sealed or imprisoned by others. But no seal lasts forever." The old man’s voice turned grave. "Their return is inevitable."

Ye Yun shrugged. "Worrying won’t help. If demons return, powerful experts will handle it. We should focus on cultivation."

The Ancestor chuckled mirthlessly. "When that day comes, no one escapes the bloodshed. Only strength matters."

Watching the old man’s solemn expression, Ye Yun wondered – could this Ancestor surpass Nascent Soul stage? But where were such powerhouses in the sect’s recorded history?

"Then, what’s the Demon Realm? I’ve never heard of it," Ye Yun asked.

"The Demon Realm? That’s just a legend. I only heard it vanished before the great god war ten thousand years ago. Whether it was destroyed or not, it’s beyond our current concerns. Know what matters most for you now?" The Ancestor of the Sword Path snorted.

"What?" Ye Yun instinctively replied.

"Obviously, rapidly improving your cultivation level and retrieving my soul fragment from the Jiaoyue Dynasty’s capital and the Demon Race territories!" The old man barked angrily.

Ye Yun grinned. "Old Ancestor, my current cultivation level makes this suicide. I won’t risk it. Find someone else. Farewell!"

The Ancestor seemed caught off guard. After a stunned pause, he hurriedly called, "Come back, brat! Though weak now, my guidance will boost you swiftly. I promise you’ll reach Foundation Establishment soon."

Ye Yun, pretending to leave, turned with skepticism.

"Old Ancestor, I’m merely at Qi refining’s first level. Claiming I’ll reach Foundation Establishment quickly? That’s empty boasting."

"Would I lie? Foundation Establishment’s trivial—anyone achieves it in years. Only forming an alchemy pill poses slight difficulty, though still simple." The old man glared, beckoning impatiently.

Ye Yun approached. "Even if true, I can’t stay here forever. I’ve other matters."

"Who said stay? Carry me along, and I’ll advise you daily."

Ye Yun blinked. "But you’re just a soul fragment. How?"

"Nonsense! Souls have many nurturing methods. If your soul’s strong enough, I’ll reside in its depths." The Ancestor’s tone turned casual.

Ye Yun recoiled. "Absolutely not!"

Hualun’s face flashed through his mind—that scheming woman who’d plotted body theft for centuries. He wondered her current state.

"Relax—I’d never seize bodies. My soul’s too mighty for your flesh. Find a soul-nourishing treasure for me to inhabit. That way, I’ll stay nearby, guiding you." The Ancestor sniffed.

"Requirements?" Ye Yun’s interest stirred. Regardless of the Ancestor’s true power, his cultivation knowledge was invaluable.

"Any spiritual weapon housing souls suffices." The old man answered gravely.

Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed. Suddenly recalling an artifact, he flipped his palm—revealing a crystalline miniature tower.

Soul Turning Tower!

This translucent tower, seized from Hualun in the great tomb, had sustained her soul for millennia, even strengthening it slightly. Perfect for housing the Ancestor.

"Ho! You actually possess something worthwhile—a Soul Turning Tower! But yours is shoddy craftsmanship, barely deserving the name." The Ancestor sneered after initial surprise.

Ye Yun chuckled. "You recognize it yet insult it? Will you enter or not?"

"Obviously!" The Ancestor replied instantly, showing no distrust.

"Speaking of which—what exactly does this tower do?"

"Soul Turning—the name explains itself. When mortals die, their dissipating souls get absorbed, solidified into true spirits within. With patience, body-seizing becomes effortless. That’s its power."

Ye Yun’s eyes narrowed. Though currently useless to him, it made perfect shelter for the Ancestor.

"Enter then. I can’t linger here."

Without hesitation, the Ancestor dissolved into light, vanishing into the tower.

"Hah! Finally proper soul nourishment! Huo Lie—just you wait. Your demise approaches!"