1337 Huang Six is Possessed by Immortal Venerable Minghe
The vicissitudes of life were nothing more than this.

The once proud and fearless top figure of the demonic path now hid deep within a narrow cave, his hair and beard disheveled.

“What are you doing in the Nether River?”

Li Mubai looked at Han Muye.

The surrounding cultivators quietly retreated.

The power displayed by Han Qi was powerful, and Han Muye looked completely extraordinary.

What if they said something secretive and then came to silence him? Wouldn’t that be an undeserved calamity?

Tao Wu looked at Li Mubai, not knowing what to say.

Han Muye had really come to find someone, and he had found him.

He entered the Nether River Holy Land to find someone.

No one would believe it.

Han Muye raised his hand, revealing the jade token in his palm.

“Shopowner Bai asked me to come see you,” Han Muye said calmly, “and I happen to be interested in the inheritance of Immortal Venerable Minghe.”

“That girl…” Looking at the jade token, Li Mubai’s eyes revealed a complicated expression.

“The Immortal Source World is thriving, and you’re suppressing an entire realm. Why come to this place?”

Shaking his head, Li Mubai muttered and took out a palm-sized turtle shell scale.

This scale had many intricate patterns on it.

Upon closer inspection, the patterns on it shimmered as if they held profound mysteries.

“These are the messages I’ve deciphered from the markings on the walls over the years.”

“These markings involve the rotation of the soul and the understanding of life and death.”

Li Mubai spoke softly as he gazed at the scale in his hand.

His life force was fading, and his cultivation had dropped to the early stage of the Heaven Realm, as if his Nascent Soul could collapse at any moment.

However, the fluctuations of his soul were clear and incredibly powerful.

He could only stay in this cave for 10 days and would need to infuse the protective formation with his own soul to get another opportunity to stay in the cave.

After a long period of tempering, Li Mubai’s soul strength had improved.

Unknowingly, his physical strength had been suppressed by Minghe’s power and could not be nourished by his cultivation.

His cultivation was also about to dissipate because of the prolonged suppression.

No wonder he felt something strange when he sensed it from the jade token.

“I’m afraid I won’t have a chance to leave this place,” Li Mubai said as he raised his head, a hint of relief in his eyes.

“If you return to the Heavenly Mystic, tell that girl, I haven’t let her mother down.

“I’ve found the imprint of her mother’s soul.”

Handing the scale in his hand to Han Muye, Li Mubai’s eyes flickered.

“Han Muye, if you obtain the Immortal Venerable’s inheritance and control the Soul-Sealing Banner, please, release the soul of Su Zhen’s mother.”

The Soul-Sealing Banner suppressed souls.

Han Muye looked at Li Mubai’s calm face and reached out to take the scale.

His divine sense landed on the scale.
Mysterious patterns flickered.

Countless spiritual lights appeared in his mind.

In the past, he wouldn’t have been able to understand the information hidden in these divine patterns.

Now he could.

Life.

Death.

Each flicker of light represented a cycle of life and death.

That was a rule.

No, it was still a little short of the true rule, but this power was already extremely close to the law that only Immortal Venerables could master.

This was a power that surpassed the Immortal Lord Realm, but not the Immortal Venerable Realm.

In the Holy Land, the only ones with such power were probably the Grand Elder, who controlled the Soul-Sealing Banner.

From this perspective, everyone comprehending the markings in this cliff was probably a method set up by the First Elder.

Concentrating on the scale in his hand, Han Muye turned to look at the various caves on the surrounding caves.

There were all kinds of markings on the stone walls.

There was a strange power surging within these markings.

One had to infuse their soul into them and follow the markings to comprehend the secrets of life and death.

Most people could only comprehend a part of it with their soul cultivation before it dissipated and gathered their soul energy again.

The dissipating soul power was drawn away by the First Elder.

Countless cultivators contributed their souls for free to provide the First Elder with the soul power to refine the Immortal Venerable’s body.

But in Han Muye’s eyes, this was just a way to refine the Soul-Sealing Banner.

The First Elder didn’t understand the true way of refining the Soul-Sealing Banner and had revealed this method directly.

Han Muye raised his head, and a golden light exploded in the center of his eyebrows.

Vitality surged from his body.

“Boom—”

In the cave, a shimmering green immortal light radiated.

Li Mubai, Han Qi, and the others standing at the side were thrown out of the cave by this force.

“How can he break free from the suppression of the Nether River’s power?” Tao Wu, standing outside the cave, looked at the green immortal light and was filled with shock and confusion.

Han Muye’s soul power flowed into the markings on the cave’s walls. In just an instant, it had traversed countless spaces.

At this moment, countless scenes appeared in his mind.

Divine souls.

These were the interwoven powers of countless divine souls.

Some divine souls were still intact, but their bodies had long rotted away.

Some were comprehending inside the cave but were unaware that their power had already been drawn into the Soul-Sealing Banner.

Han Muye saw a golden long banner stretching across the void, with hundreds of old men in white robes sitting in front of it.

On the banner, golden patterns shimmered, each one seemingly altering the rules of heaven and earth. Each burst of pattern power seemed capable of breaking open a realm of heaven and earth.

Countless divine soul powers surged.

Among the golden divine soul powers, there was a middle-aged Daoist in a black robe with closed eyes.

The Daoist wore a green jade lotus crown on his head, and the aura emanating from him was strong, with divine light bursting forth.

The figures sitting around the long banner had their divine souls extracted and turned into threads of light, pouring into the Daoist with the green lotus crown.

It wasn’t just these people. There were also formations of cultivators sitting behind, all infusing their soul power to allow the Daoist with the green lotus crown to absorb it.