Sayong.

A worldly heave-domain. Heave-domains were spirit domains. Souls of more powerful opponents that couldn't be defeated in battles, could be forcefully evicted from their bodies through soul banis.h.i.+ng scrolls and seals. They would be sent to a heave-domain directly but their true bodies would be permanently destroyed. The nature of the heave-domain depended on the scroll or seal that was used. There were soul banis.h.i.+ng worldly G.o.d-scrolls, heavenly G.o.d-scrolls, luminous G.o.d-scrolls and divine G.o.d-scrolls.

A soul banis.h.i.+ng worldly G.o.d-scroll could only be used on the mortal plane and could banish any cultivator's soul from Lianchi to Nascent soul, to a worldly heave-domain. Except an hegemon soul, which would require a heavenly G.o.d-scroll. The souls of ascendants, hegemons and demiG.o.ds would require the heavenly G.o.d-scrolls to be banished to a heavenly heave-domain. Whereas, G.o.ds' souls on the heavenly plane would need the luminous G.o.d-scrolls to be vanquished to a luminous heave-domain, while the souls of the celestials would ask for the divine G.o.d-scrolls to be evicted to a divine heave-domain.

Though, the divine G.o.d-scrolls had never been seen since the great war of the primordials.

In the eerie dark condition of his sorrounding in this night-world, the only sources of light were from the dancing lightning in the shadowed sky and his own nimbus light. His nimbus light of red, blue, green and yellow which confirmed his ident.i.ty as a zhuji cultivator. According to the grey tree, this was one of the disadvantages of this domain. A nimbus light was visible to all, which determined a soul's ranking on the ladder of a heave-domain.

This was truly a strange and unnerving world. Things never appeared to match up in a heave-domain. On a night like this, there should be deafening sound already, rather, there was an absolute silence. And, no signs of any night creatures? What creatures was he expecting in a spirit world in the first place? Spirit birds?

As Jufeng was still observing the strange world and contemplating on it, he heard two angry voices behind him.

"ha."

"We found you, mortal rogue. Do you think you can escape us?"

Jufeng whirled around to the sources of the voices. He saw two large phantom figures with diffractive gold-yellow nimbus light which made their white halo light to refract. Heave-Spirits. He had never seen one before, but from the words of the tree, he knew that all ent.i.ties in this world were heave-spirits. Ent.i.ties whose souls were now trapped in this dangerous and deadly world. A world where souls would be in constant and continous extreme difficulties, with little, to no possibility of escape. Souls of immortals and G.o.ds alike.

He had to make sure he didn't die in this world if he wanted to see the physical worlds again.

Jufeng was having a dreadful feeling as he watched the two ent.i.ties. Upon closer observation, their look was like that of human-dragons. Huge human-like bodies with golden scales covering covering them from head to toes like armors. Gold scales of wings folded behind their backs.

True nascent souls.

The true existence of an ent.i.ty. Even if a body was destroyed but the true nascent soul survived, the life force would stay with the nascent soul. This would make the nascent soul to continue its existence but their appearances and lights, couldn't be masked or disguised. Everybody would see a true nascent soul for what it was. Though, true nascent souls were much more powerful than the original bodies.

And going by these two's nimbus light's diffraction, these were powerful immortal nascent soul demiG.o.ds at the least.

To be faced by two angry demiG.o.ds upon entry, this wasn't a situation he wanted to be in at all. Why was he even here? He knew he was here to obtain the Soul Banis.h.i.+ng Scroll, but, what did he even need that for, exactly?

"Or you mean, immortal rogue? I can smell something of immortality in him."

"What immortality? I can even taste the mortality in him."

"Are you sure you are not tasting the memory of your own rotten flesh?"

"Are you questioning my power of judgement, brother?"

"Since you are also doubting my discernment power, I guess I am."

"What did I do to deserve this? You are like a thorn in my rotten flesh."

"I beat myself in sadness all the time because of you. You are like a rotten flesh in my thorn."

"A crossroad we are, then, brother."

"Yes, a crossroad we are."

With the two spirit ent.i.ties having a concentrated stand off, Jufeng silently walked backwards a few yards. With a side eye on the situation, he slowly turned and was about to use the swiftsteps when the two ent.i.ties, swiftly appeared before him. Their sudden appearance made him staggered backwards in alarm. He tried to use his swiftsteps in fright, but he was glued to where he was standing. He looked at his legs but couldn't see what was holding him. What could be happening to him? He raised his head to the sight of the two ent.i.ties, staring at him with cold, disturbing eyes.

"Forgive us, immortal mortal."

"It seems we didn't introduce ourselves properly to you."

"DemiG.o.d Rorrom, nascent soul sky gold-dragon."

The first of the identical heave-spirits uttered with his hands spread to the sides.

"And, I am DemiG.o.d Dorrom, nascent soul sky gold-dragon."

The second spirit indicated with his burning eyes firmly set on Jufeng.

"You see, we gold-dragons, we are naturally content with what we have. And what we have, we protect. As the same with everybody. Can you see those markers? It means this our territory."

"What we keep in our territory belongs to us. Ours. Do you understand that?"

Jufeng nodded in fear as he continued to watch where the two heave-spirits were going with their words.

"We don't like when dubious ones come into our territory uninvited."

"Especially, ugly one that would steal our treasure."

The two demiG.o.ds' souls glowed in anger as their eyes turned blood red and their nostrils flared smoke.

"Wait, what treasure? I didn't steal your treasure."

"Really? Denial is even detrimental to your own soul."

"Either you return our treasure to us right now or we rip your soul off your body."

"Woa! On eternal flame, it truly wasn't me."

"On eternal flame? Really? Then why is your heart beating faster?"

"And your very soul frightened."

These ent.i.ties were getting more frightful and going beyond reasoning. He had to think faster. They were gold dragons and they were looking for a treasure.

"This treasure you are looking for, what does it look like?"

"ha. The guilty one confesses before death."

"Something s.h.i.+ning. Something golden. Do you remember seeing it now?"

"Something golden? I think I have something you might like in place of your treasure."

Swiftly his hand movement to the spatial sac fastly tied to his waist and brought out the Iradium gold coin. His share from the Springflame sojourn.

"Iradium coin? That's not our treasure."

"Are you trying to buy our treasure?"

"Well, that might do, brother. One treasure for another. Besides, I like his voice. It's soft."

"Not soft. You mean pleasant."

"We will agree to disagree, brother."

Voiced Rorrom in a cold undertone before focusing on Jufeng.

"Immortal mortal, this is a hard bargain but we accept. One gold coin it is."

The two gold dragon recieved the Iradium gold happily and moved out of his way.

"If you want to buy more treasures, you know where to come."

"We already noted you as a patron of ours, immortal mortal."

"Until then, farewell."

Phew that was really close.

Jufeng also bid his farewell and quickly left the area of the two dragons towards the direction of the Gloomvale. He was moving extremely fast using the swiftsteps. He couldn't afford anymore encounter like this one before reaching his destination. He might not survive it.

He was about to reach the outskirts of the Gloomvale, when he stepped into a formation trap. Stopped on his tracks, he looked around and saw a group of five heave-spirits. Gold-green nimbus light coming from giant human bodies with heads of lions. Terran lions. Sacred beasts of the early stage of nascent soul. Their nascent souls were easier to identify. Out of all the lionkinds, the heavily long mane of the terran lions, made them stood out.

"Stranded soul? What a blessing. Hehehe."

The one that appeared to be their leader pointed at Jufeng as he laughed coldly.

"Take him."

Jufeng shook his head as he tried to wriggle free from the force-field he had just walked into. This was not what he envisaged. The situation in this place was getting more dire for him than antic.i.p.ated. He had recently escaped one that looked grim, only for him to walk into this one. Heavens tears. Why? As he was ruminating on the circ.u.mstances at hand, he heard two familiar voices.

"Why should we allow that."

The two sky gold dragons voiced aloud as they streaked into the area.

"Gold dragons, this is our matter. It doesn't concern you."

"Actually, it does. He's our new patron. Our own prospect."

Replied Rorrom as Dorrom quipped in.

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"So, how about that, huh? We simply can't allow it. Look for another soul, not this one."

"The two of you won't fare well against the five of us, if it comes down to it."

"Why don't we find out then."

The two groups were having a stand-off, when a ma.s.sive heaviness descended on the area. The pressure was like weight of a thousand mighty mountain. Everybody involved was knocked in different direction. Jufeng was knocked hard to the ground, with his head taking the brunt of it. Flat on the ground, he struggled to breathe as blood was streaking down his eyes, ears and corners of his mouth.

"In my terrace?"

A colossal voice boomed out of the shadow energy that had materialized overhead in the midair.

"Who dare?"

The faint shadow gathered together to reveal a shadow figure clothed in a shadow black robe. Two large red eyes could be seen in the hooded shadow face. The shadow energy sorrounding the figure was raging with incredible force. The force of an ascendant who had reached the gates of G.o.dhood.

"White lions and gold dragons?"

The shadow figure raised its hand and a huge shadow palm appeared and swinged in a circle. Despite the lions and the dragons blocking the palm, they were knocked flying in different directions.

"If not for the ones you serve."

Looking around, the shadow figure saw Jufeng lying on the floor with a b.l.o.o.d.y face and struggling for air.

"Pathetic."

The hooded figure made a flick motion with his fingers that sent Jufeng flying towards the Gloomvale. He landed hard on the ground, knocking the wind out of his lungs and twisting his left arm. The pressure on him had disappeared but he had suffered greatly. Yet, he couldn't stay here. How could he knew where he was or whose territory he was right now? With great difficulty, he readjusted his twisted arm and managed to pop one bloodroot pill into his mouth.

With the remaining strength he got, he crawled towards the large hallway of the Gloomvale at the nearest distance. He knew that, if not for the crystals which the tree gave him, he would have been dead already. Though, his own soul of liquid orb was an added advantage, they meant little in this spirit world.

Jufeng compelled himself to enter the hall before collapsing.

When he came around, he found himself in an immense hall that resembled a keep or a dominion. There were large incomprehensible runic inscriptions carved into the floor. The profound scripts winded slowly in from the entrance of the dark hallway to the foot of two closed ma.s.sive doors, the only other features of the strangely dark place. The ma.s.sive doors rose up from the floor, in the expanse of several meters up through the air, then stopped before it could meet the hall's rooftop. Stopping with some yards short. The s.p.a.ce between the rooftop and the ma.s.sive doors was occupied with dark cloud that was filled with silent dancing lightnings.

This was a stranger place than the outside.

He remembered the words of the grey tree as he followed the oblique path of runes. Each step he took towards the ma.s.sive doors, was of agonizing pain as the runes flared with each step. Every flare would travel to his dantian and wrench at his soul. He would take one step and waited for a long time to recover himself before he continued at a slow pace until finally he reached the immense doors. After a moment of pause, he placed his feet squarely on the large rune at the front of the closed doors before inserting the last Iradium gold coin given to him by the tree, into the gold slit on one of the ma.s.sive doors. The air was getting denser in the hallway as lightning were streaking down the ma.s.sive doors

The ma.s.sive doors made a thunderous snapping sound before it gradually began to open.

Beyond the doors was a sight of nightmares.