High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

Su Jie wasn't afraid at all, because the Eternal Flame of the Eternal Flame on the other side had been completely burned away, leaving not even a tiny flame.

All that remains is a last wisp of a soul, a rootless duckweed, a flickering candle in the wind.

No matter how noble His essence is, it is still water without a source.

It's like a star that has gone out, leaving only a trace of residual heat. No matter how high the residual heat is, it won't burn people to death; instead, it can be used to keep warm.

Therefore, Su Jie accepted all comers, taking as many as he could get.

Those fragments of the soul's origin that flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness were quietly enveloped, dragged into the depths of the nascent primordial universe, suppressed, and stored by him using the power of the Soul-Devouring Pearl.

He wasn't in a hurry to refine it, because now was not the time.

Su Jie kept his eyes closed, his breathing sometimes rapid, and he looked no different from the other geniuses around him who were struggling to maintain their tempering power.

The remnant soul whose soul fragments were stolen was completely unaware.

Because He was too weak, so weak that He didn't even realize that a fragment of His soul had been stolen.

So weak that they're still gloating over their "perfect plan".

However, the other supreme beings were simply unable to resist the invasion of such a high-quality soul essence.

Their souls were of too low a rank; no matter how strong their will, they were powerless in the face of an absolute difference in quality.

Those tiny fragments of the soul, as fine as hair, silently seeped into the depths of their consciousness, spreading, taking root, and multiplying like cancer cells.

By the time they realize something is wrong, it will be too late.

Su Jie watched all this coldly, expressionless. He certainly wouldn't care about the lives or deaths of these creatures.

Respect the fate of others and set aside the urge to help them.

Since these beings have chosen to compete for this "inheritance," they must bear the corresponding price.

Besides, they were not related to him, and he had no obligation to save them.

His goal has always been singular: to reap everything in the end.

On the platform, the hunched phantom hovered beside the Soul Tempering Mirror, its turbid old eyes sweeping over the crowd.

His complexion grew worse, and his eyes were filled with confusion, anxiety, and unease.

He had already been trying to control himself from paying attention to Su Jie, because he was afraid that paying too much attention would arouse Su Jie's suspicion.

Because He knew that Su Jie's potential was the highest among this group, so high that He coveted it.

The inheritance token was obtained more than a hundred years ago, when Su Jie was just a weaving-realm insect.

Now, more than a hundred years later, he has become the supreme ruler.

For over a hundred years, it has progressed from the realm of weaving to the supreme realm.

This cultivation speed would be astonishing in any universe within the Chaos Sea.

He couldn't even tell what level of Supreme Being Su Jie was.

Is it because my soul's perception is too weak?

His eternal fire has been completely consumed, leaving only a last wisp of his soul, like a rootless duckweed, with greatly diminished perception.

But his intuition told him no.

It wasn't that He was too weak; it was that Su Jie deliberately concealed it.

It is the void of fate.

Thinking of this, the fluctuations of that remnant soul couldn't help but surge violently.

When the World's Exquisite Tower reported the situation of this inheritor to him, He was overjoyed.

The Void of Fate is not within the River of Fate and is not bound by cause and effect; it is one of the most mysterious and rarest constitutions in the Chaos Sea.

If He could possess this body, He could have a perfect starting point and use Su Jie's body to cultivate the path to supreme power anew.

In his previous life, he was an eternal being who attained enlightenment at the seventh level, and condensed three innate eternal wheels.

Furthermore, by fighting one sword at a time, one universe at a time, he became the overlord of hundreds of multiverses.

He thought he had already reached a high position in the chaotic sea, and could at least rest easy.

Until that ordinary adventure in the Chaos Sea.

He discovered clues to ten top-grade cosmic crystals in some ruins and followed the trail to explore further.

However, there, He encountered a prodigy from the Primordial Continent who had condensed the Eternity of four Innate Eternal Wheels and three Acquired Eternal Wheels.

That was a being that still makes His soul tremble when He thinks about it.

The four innate wheels are the mark of an eighth-order supreme being's attainment of the Dao, possessing the highest-grade bloodline of the initial stage.

He exerted all his strength, burning all the eternal fire and all the essence of his life, just to barely escape with a wisp of his soul.

The eternal fire burned out, the source of life withered, and the territories of hundreds of multiverses were divided up by various forces after His disappearance.

All that remained of Him was a mid-grade cosmic treasure that protected the last wisp of His own soul essence—the Soul Tempering Mirror.

And then there's the World Tower, which He rediscovered after escaping.

This supreme innate treasure was hidden by Him in a certain primordial universe beforehand, originally intended as a backup plan for Him. Unexpectedly, it really became His last resort.

He sent the World Tower to help him find a successor, a physical body that could carry his remnant soul and allow him to live a second life.

And Su Jie was the one He wanted most.

He desperately wanted that physical body, desperately wanted to live again, desperately wanted to return to his peak and take revenge on that monster.

Two hundred years of planning, two hundred years of forbearance, two hundred years of waiting—now only the final step remains.

The hunched, illusory figure hovered beside the Soul-Refining Mirror, its turbid old eyes sweeping over every living being present.

His gaze lingered on Su Jie for a moment before quickly shifting away.

Less than ten breaths into the tempering process, the World Realm cultivator's body suddenly stiffened, and dark blood seeped from all seven orifices simultaneously.

His eyes were wide open, something churning wildly deep within his pupils, and then everything fell silent.

His body, starting from the edges, turned into grayish-white powder inch by inch, drifting into the void.

A creature on the platform glanced at it sideways, then quickly looked away. A mere World Realm cultivator, dying here was perfectly normal.

He must have been unable to withstand the soul-tempering pain of the Soul-Tempering Mirror and was completely annihilated, so he doesn't deserve any sympathy.

However, Su Jie knew more. How could a soul at the World Realm possibly bear the soul origin fragments of an Eternal Realm?

Even if it's just a remnant soul, even if it's only a trace, the difference in their essential rank is enough to crush his soul into dust.

It's like pouring the entire ocean into a teacup; the cup shatters, and the water can't be retained. From the very beginning, he was destined to be dead.

Su Jie sighed inwardly. Someone who might be the chosen one of some universe had died just like that.

He may have once been the chosen one of a certain universe, an existence that countless beings looked up to, a being chosen by destiny.

But here, on this cold platform, no one even remembers his name, not a single person sighs for him.

This is the Chaotic Sea, where you covet others' inheritance, while others desire your life.

A chosen one of the universe? Before the infinite scale of the Chaos Sea, he is nothing but an ant.