Chương 481: Chapter 480: You Dare Stop?

Entering another's sea of spirit sense in the cultivation world was perilous. The host's domain held endless ways to crush intruders, even if their spirit sense vastly outmatched the host's. An Miaoli's remnant soul buzzed with excitement. Though only a fragment, its quality surpassed ordinary Deity Transformation, and it wielded her avatar's spirit sense. Even Unity Path intruders would be obliterated. Coldly anticipating, it gathered all its spirit sense to strike Ye Chen's primordial spirit upon entry.

As he entered, a triumphant shout echoed: "Seven Extremes Great Millstone, die!" Her sea's boundless spirit sense formed a colossal millstone, grinding with annihilating force toward Ye Chen. Above, the remnant soul, distinct from An Miaoli yet stunningly beautiful, exuded a war god's aura, sneering. But her smirk froze. The millstone spun, yet Ye Chen, caught within, was unaffected. Frowning at the millstone, then glancing at her, he smashed it with a single punch.

His primordial spirit surged, aiming to seize her. The soul was stunned. Her Seven Extremes Great Millstone, a supreme killing technique, trapped and eroded the spirit sense painfully until death. Yet Ye Chen was unscathed, shattering it? How strong was his spirit sense? Panicking as his purple-auric spirit charged, she realized this "native" defied her expectations. She tried to flee, commanding the sea, but his overwhelming spirit sense dominated, drowning her in an instant.

Bound like An Miaoli's body, she seethed with humiliation.

"This is my avatar! You, an outsider, have no right to interfere!" she raged. Ye Chen ignored her, scanning every corner of the sea for An Miaoli's primordial spirit. Despite his potent spirit sense, he found nothing—a grim sign. His heart sank. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Glaring at the soul, he said coldly, "If your past life is dead, it should stay buried. An Miaoli is this body's true master now. Where's her spirit sense?"

The soul's stunning, icy face twisted with mockery.

"Past and present? This is my avatar! I, the Seven Extremes Heavenly Maiden, reigned supreme across realms, creating the Seven Extremes Soul-Splitting Technique to surpass my past. Every avatar is me—how dare a mere avatar claim mastery? Since I've awakened, An Miaoli's been devoured, gone forever. Want to kill me? Go ahead—it's killing her too!" Her fearless taunt chilled Ye Chen. Ye Chen's face darkened further. An Miaoli was merely an avatar? This truth was worse than he'd imagined.

Her claim that An's spirit sense was devoured sank his heart. His gaze turned icy, locking onto the defiant remnant soul.

"I don't care about avatars or past lives. Only Senior An has the right to this body. If anyone else lingers, they don't belong. If you've truly devoured her, leaving no hope of recovery, I'll erase you without hesitation." His words weren't empty. An Miaoli had made it clear—she wanted to be herself, not anyone else. If her spirit was gone, Ye Chen would destroy the soul and seal her body in the bronze ancient coffin, searching endlessly for ways to revive her.

His murderous aura didn't faze the soul, hardened by countless experiences. She sneered, "An Miaoli is part of me. Kill me, and she's gone forever." Skeptical, Ye Chen prepared to use soul-searching to uncover the truth. The soul smirked—his spirit sense was formidable, but could it probe her? A jest. Yet her smirk vanished as his primordial spirit sent a wisp of spirit sense, touching her soul. A strange rhythm surged within. Stunned, then enraged, she roared, "The vile soul communion technique?

Native, I overlooked your actions with my avatar out of ignorance, but this? It's sacrilege! My true self will descend, tearing you to pieces, dooming you eternally!" Having seen An Miaoli's memories, she'd been furious, fueling her killing intent. But soul communion—fusing their minds—would be unbearable. Panicking, she berated him to stop. Ye Chen's primordial spirit stood coldly, unmoved. Her beauty held no sway. Normal soul-searching was futile against such a being.

Only soul communion, merging their minds, could probe her core memories. For An Miaoli's sake, he'd do anything.

"Vile native, as despicable as the Heavenly Emperor…" she spat.

"You dare… Get out! Stop this now, I'll tell you—stop!" Her pleas grew desperate, but Ye Chen pressed on.