Possessed by my father, I was reborn and became the supreme ruler.

The reason why the World-Destroying Spirit King has been unable to break through the restrictions of the alternate dimension and descend to the mortal realm is precisely because his human soul has been suppressed. In the newly set up array in front of the human soul, Ye Yunjian lies with his eyes closed. Around him, in a circular arrangement of ten positions, sit Situ Jiuxiao, the Grand Elder, and the seven elders of the Inner Sect. The only empty position is occupied by the Dharma Sect Elder who was ejected.

Ye Yunjian faced the roof, his hands clasped together, his feet stacked, seemingly asleep. Upon closer inspection, one could see a black ray of light shooting out from the soul of the World-Destroying Spirit King, striking him between the eyebrows.

At this moment, the elders in the formation were also struggling to hold on, and everyone looked pained. Only Situ Jiuxiao, who was sitting at the head of Ye Yunjian, maintained the demeanor of a sect leader while supporting the formation with the power of a Great Xuan Emperor.

When Situ Jiuxiao saw Xiao Qingshuang enter, he neither opened his eyes nor spoke, but his lips twitched slightly. A black and gold bell jingled in front of him, and banners fluttered in all directions.

Xiao Qingshuang was shocked, but her expression remained calm. She put away the Qingshuang Sword, turned around and entered the Ten Directions Formation, stepping into the southwest position.

Ye Yunjian gradually woke up, only to feel a black aura pressing down on his brow, rendering him unable to move.

Situ Jiuxiao then noticed that Ye Yunjian had awakened and slowly said, "Jian'er, do not move around. We originally intended to take you into the Xuan Pavilion to use the Soul-Suppressing Method to dispel the evil omen of the earth fire burning the sky, but who knew that the soul of the World-Destroying Spirit King suddenly recognized you, and we are trying to suppress it!"

Xiao Qingshuang made a hand seal and said, "Master, the Soul-Suppressing Clan, the Southern Venerable Xin Clan, has arrived."

The other elders, whose faces were originally pale, all showed a change in expression when they heard that someone from the Nan Zun Xin Clan had arrived!

"It's alright. We must have activated the Mystic Pavilion to lure them here. Since they've come to investigate our Soul Suppression, let them see enough!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the four walls seemed to have lost all their color, becoming completely transparent, and the outside scene appeared before them.

It was as if all the obstacles around them had vanished in an instant.

Directly opposite them, a monk holding a black tablet and wearing a Tantric robe was staring at them!

However, it was only for a moment. The scene shifted from virtual to real again, and the magic array inside the Xuan Pavilion was activated once more.

Although Ye Yunjian awoke, he only felt a surge of energy entering his brow, preventing him from opening his eyes to observe his surroundings. He could only vaguely see a handsome man with purple hair standing in front of him, a thin purple line connecting his brow to Ye Yunjian's.

The man was restrained by countless array formations and talismans, and he gave Ye Yunjian a bitter smile, as if he were enduring endless suffering. Ye Yunjian wanted to step forward to help him remove the shackles, but he shook his head, seemingly having made up his mind.

The purple-haired man simply poured his soul energy into Ye Yunjian's brow. With each injection, the man seemed to diminish, while Ye Yunjian felt the energy in his brow growing stronger and stronger, making him dizzy and almost unable to bear it.

Only then did Ye Yunjian realize that the man in front of him was the soul of the World-Destroying Spirit King. He didn't know why the man's soul energy had been injected into his body, but he felt that the soul energy was very nourishing and contained endless spiritual power.

Seeing that Ye Yunjian had finished absorbing his essence, the man extended a finger and pointed it up and down at Ye Yunjian's body. The energy between his eyebrows transformed into seven streams of energy, which rose from his meridians to the top of his head, throat, chest, heart, lower abdomen, and tailbone, with the last one returning to the center of his eyebrows, slightly protruding and slightly receding.

Seeing that the task was about to be completed, the man seemed satisfied, with a slight smile on his face. However, before the smile faded, his expression turned serious.

The man's hair color also began to change, from purple to black, and his attitude gradually changed from kind to sinister. A strange, manic, and evil familiar feeling reappeared, and his face changed from handsome features to indistinct features.

Almost instantly, his facial features nearly disappeared, his body turned reddish-black, his hair turned completely white, and the purple lines gradually turned entirely black.

Suddenly, he flew into a rage and roared, "Why did you do this? You are clearly my soul, yet you would rather give the essence of your soul to this brat. He was originally the Xuanhuo Wuyun Sword of the Xuanjian Emperor!"

Why would you give your soul to the sword that killed you?

Why do you always stop me from entering the human world? Why do you always ruin my plans?

The face was reduced to a mere outline of its features, unable to even conjure a furious expression. In the final instant, the man's features vanished completely!

The line between Ye Yunjian's eyebrows, which had been shot into his brow, turned completely black.

The humanity within the soul of the World-Destroying Spirit King was completely extinguished, and he flew into a rage: "So be it, so be it. Anyway, I've broken the forbidden technique and used the cycle of reincarnation to infiltrate the mortal realm to be reborn. Once my soul is reassembled, I will definitely take everything back from you!"

Despite saying that, the faceless soul sent a stream of black energy along the black lines toward Ye Yunjian's brow, as if an invisible force was trying to suck back all the energy that had been sent in earlier.

Ye Yunjian suddenly felt irritable and agitated, a feeling of nausea in his chest. Then he felt the seven points of soul energy that had been injected into his chakras begin to surge and leap, and the flames on both sides of his temples ignited, gradually turning from purple to black.

The previously weakened spirit king's soul began to gradually grow stronger. The black energy slowly descended from Ye Yunjian's brow down his chest. But at that moment, the Xuanzun Jade Key on Ye Yunjian's chest suddenly burst forth with golden light! Stimulating the soul to swell several times over!

But now, inside the Xuan Pavilion, no one cares about the changes outside, because the Spirit King's soul suddenly has a surge in spiritual power!

At the eastern end of the Ten Directions Formation, the Grand Elder, who had been presiding over the formation, was now deathly pale, with faint black energy emanating from his seven orifices. Xiao Qing Shuang was worried, but before she knew it, Ye Yun Jian had sat up, his eyes closed, yet he was facing her directly.

Although he cannot speak, he grew up with Xiao Qingshuang and the two are of one mind.

Xiao Qingshuang sighed, made a hand seal, and a Mount Sumeru appeared in mid-air. In the great light, a statue of a god-king appeared. This god-king had a blue divine body, wore a crown of heavenly kings that revealed his purple hair at his temples, had an angry expression on his face, wore a red robe and battle king armor, and had a great treasure wisdom knife at his waist that emitted a great light of wisdom.

The god-king was summoned by Xiao Qingshuang. He glanced at her, and a flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing a magical artifact called the Baohui Pipa, which shone brightly.

"Shuang'er! What is the meaning of your summoning of Tidorata Heavenly King?" Situ Jiuxiao's eyes showed a hint of anger.

The seven elders of the inner sect also said in unison, "Xiao Qingshuang, Tidorota Heavenly King is the Great Venerable Heavenly King of the Thirty-Three Heavens of our inner sect, and the Eastern Venerable King of the Eastern Continent of Victory. He cannot be invited lightly!"

Nie Hanshan looked at Situ Jiuxiao, his voice slightly low: "Sect Master, what is Xiao Qingshuang trying to do?"

Xiao Qingshuang didn't say much. She clapped her hands lightly, and the Bao Hui Pipa fell into her hands. She played it casually and it produced a clear and melodious sound.