Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 617 The Soul Emperor's Request
Central Plains, the Realm of Souls.

As the actual controllers hidden beneath the surface of Zhongzhou, the area inhabited by the eight clans has long since transcended the scope of the small world.

The reason for this is clearly related to the legendary Dou Di.

The world inhabited by each race is a legacy left behind by a Dou Di-level powerhouse. Therefore, the size of the world often represents the strength or weakness of the person in life.

For example, the most powerful ancient clans on the surface have such vast 'ancient realms' that they can encompass hundreds of millions of descendants, making even the most prosperous areas of the Central Plains pale in comparison.

For this reason, the strength of the 'Ancient Realm' has become a consensus among the top powers in the Central Continent. Countless people are racking their brains and spending their entire lives just to get a chance to visit the Ancient Realm.

The awe-inspiring power of the ancient tribes is thus evident.

However, compared to the ancient clans that were renowned in the Central Plains, the Soul Clan's 'Soul Realm' was not as famous.

Not only does it lack widespread recognition, but even those who have actually visited the 'Soul Realm' are extremely rare.

Therefore, the full picture of the Soul Realm has gradually become a mystery in the minds of countless people, and even those of the same eight races find it difficult to fathom.

In the main city of the Soul Realm, a colossal palace that seemed to span the heavens and earth was surrounded by a multitude of stars at its center.

Compared to the dark and oppressive atmosphere of the Soul Palace, the Soul Clan exudes a more refined and noble aura, like the eternal Heavenly Dao, ruthless and indifferent.

"call"

Breathing in the air of the Soul Realm, which she had been away from for so long, a shadow crossed Hun Ruoruo's face.

Nine years have passed.

Returning here again did not evoke any sense of nostalgia in her; instead, it intensified the loathing buried deep within her memories.

Hun Ruoruo looked up at the sky and saw a giant, illusory sun stretching across the heavens. As the sunlight continued to shine, wisps of extremely faint soul power gradually poured out, nourishing the soil of the Soul Realm from the inside out.

"Is this the air in the center of the Soul Realm? It really is different from the outside. Even breathing carries the stench of rotting souls." Hun Ruoruo pinched her nose and couldn't help but frown.

Before she could complain any further, a strange wave suddenly surged from her heart, instantly attracting her attention.

"Hmm?" Hun Ruoruo's eyes brightened slightly. After sensing the surroundings, she finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that it was a success."

Long before leaving Yin Valley, she had already made preparations in advance to prevent the current unexpected events from happening.

Within the Yin-Yang Twin Flames, a wisp of her soul, or rather, her emotions, was stored.

For an ordinary soul, losing one's soul will inevitably cause great damage to one's cultivation, and it is not impossible for one to even become an idiot.

But she is a celestial soul.

Just like the old master Yao, even if he lost a wisp of his soul, he could recover to his peak state with the help of rare and precious herbs. Hun Ruoruo is no exception.

Her purpose in doing so was to preserve a sliver of hope.

After learning the truth of what happened back then, Hun Ruoruo understood the root cause of the conflict between Hun Tiandi and An Suying.

Since he insisted on making himself cultivate the so-called Dou Di technique, then separating emotions naturally became an essential step.

Therefore, instead of passively waiting to become heartless, why not actively leave this emotion in Xiao Yan?

He only cared about the result, not the purpose. Hun Ruoruo didn't even need to worry about the other party causing trouble for Xiao Yan; she only needed to play her role well. And that cold and ruthless enchantress was clearly the best choice.

“In this Soul Clan, there is indeed no need for those so-called emotions.” A cold glint flashed in Hun Ruoruo’s eyes as she indifferently looked down at the endless city below.

"Xiao Yan."

A soft murmur arose, and when the girl opened her eyes again, her starry eyes, which once seemed to hold a thousand ripples of water, had turned into the same lifeless stillness as before.

Just then, a gentle voice, coincidentally, rang out from outside the door:
"Hehe, it has been several years since we last parted. Looking at Ruoruo now, her state of mind is truly astonishing to me."

Upon hearing that incredibly familiar voice, Hun Ruoruo's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly, and her heart tightened suddenly.

Her eyes flickered, and she forced herself to take a breath, saying as calmly as possible, "Since you're here, why bother asking for my opinion? Not to mention this house, everything in the Soul Realm belongs to you."

"A daughter should avoid her father when she grows up." The voice outside remained gentle.

Hun Ruoruo: "."

Even though she harbored resentment towards the person before her, having witnessed the truth of what happened back then, she naturally no longer doubted the veracity of his words.

The Soul Emperor, who claimed to be able to go anywhere in the world, chose to stay outside the door and inquire when he entered his own room.

He does care about me.

As this absurd thought flashed through her mind, Hun Ruoruo's body suddenly relaxed, and she said calmly, "Please come in, Father."

As soon as he finished speaking, the exquisite door made of dark wood was quietly pushed open.

A scholar dressed in a greyish-white robe stepped in. His gaze swept around, finally settling on the young woman by the window, and he chuckled softly:
"I've been a Hui for several days now. Is Ruoruo satisfied with her living conditions?"

"Thanks to you, everything is as usual," Hun Ruoruo replied respectfully.

Faced with the girl's indifferent attitude, the Soul Emperor smiled slightly, but didn't seem to care. He simply said slowly:

"If you can't learn to keep your emotions in check, you're still a long way from taking your father as your role model."

".!"

Hun Ruoruo's expression changed slightly, and her previously barely calmed state of mind suddenly trembled violently, causing a huge upheaval.

"You already know everything that happened back then, and only you can judge right and wrong."

The Soul Emperor found a chair and sat down rather casually. Even though he didn't exude any aura, he still possessed an unimaginable pressure that was almost suffocating.

He sighed softly, his eyes seeming to hold the sight of countless stars falling: "As for what you want to do, I will not interfere. But in return, I hope you will not interfere with my actions either."

After a moment of silence, Hun Ruoruo clenched her fists slightly, her gaze fixed on the scholar before her:
"What if we do the exact opposite?"

The Soul Emperor seemed to have anticipated this, looking at the girl before him with a half-smile: "Hehe, you may not yet possess this ability."

He wiped his sleeves, and the Heavenly Venerable Token that Hun Ruoruo had activated that day suddenly appeared in his palm. He then handed it back to the girl in front of him:
"If you want to fight against your father, first become the young clan leader of the Soul Clan, who is above all others."

(End of this chapter)