After hearing Shangguan Jiujiu’s account, Ye Yu immediately felt puzzled.
“The period when the Six Realms were interconnected ended millions of years ago. So according to you, the Soul Nourishing Temple shouldn’t have any ghost creatures left at all?”
Shangguan Jiujiu shook her head slightly, then recounted what she had seen and heard in the dream.
After learning of Ye Yu’s demise, she was heartbroken but recalled his instructions and resolutely suppressed her grief to strive for the highest Immortal Emperor Realm.
Over thousands of years, she traveled every corner of the Heavenly Realm.
Though focused on cultivation, she naturally heard about the events of this era.
A thousand years later, the Soul Nourishing Temple rose again.
It nurtured two Ghost King Realm ghost creatures.
This feat shocked the entire Heavenly Realm.
Remember, the Six Realms’ passages were long closed, and ghosts were extremely scarce.
In this age of fading laws, for the Soul Nourishing Temple to raise such powerful ghosts was unbelievable.
At first, Shangguan Jiujiu thought little of it—just the ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ rise of a sect.
After all, as immortal energy revived in the Heavenly Realm, more powerful immortals and sects emerged.
One more sect popping up was normal.
But what surprised Shangguan Jiujiu was that more and more information about the Soul Nourishing Temple reached her ears.
In just a few hundred years, it had become the dominant force in the entire eastern Heavenly Realm.
Countless immortals swore allegiance to learn the orthodox soul-nurturing arts.
This puzzled Shangguan Jiujiu.
The northern Heavenly Realm had many powerful sects, with the strongest reaching the peak of Immortal King Realm, just a step below the strongest Immortal Emperor Realm.
How did the Soul Nourishing Temple rise so swiftly?
Not only Shangguan Jiujiu, but many immortals were curious about this.
After that, there was nothing more.
“Nothing more?”
Ye Yu was just getting interested when the story abruptly ended, leaving him sad, like a beloved author suddenly stopping their updates.
Shangguan Jiujiu gently stroked Ye Yu’s cheek, looking tender, and said, “Really nothing more. I only cultivated to Immortal King Realm and could go no further.
Without you, I don’t even know the meaning of my existence.
Sorry I didn’t listen to you properly.
But I really can’t persist anymore.”
Hearing this, Ye Yu was deeply moved.
He could imagine her loneliness.
“It’s okay, we’re together now, and we will never be apart again!”
“Yes, never apart!”
Ye Yu and Shangguan Jiujiu spoke these important vows very seriously.
Half an incense stick later, the immortal boat finally reached its destination: the Soul Nourishing Temple.
When Ye Yu stepped out of the cabin, he was immediately hit by a wave of yin energy.
The familiar feeling involuntarily reminded him of his time in the Underworld.
Yet it clashed with the Heavenly Realm.
Looking around, before him stood a towering immortal mountain, colored an abnormal gray.
Faint sounds of ghostly wails and wolf howls drifted through the air.
In front of the mountain was a huge stone stele engraved with three bright red characters: Soul Nourishing Temple.
Around it were cobwebs and scattered graveyards, looking utterly dilapidated.
Ye Yu’s expression turned strange.
Why did it feel like a haunted house from a later era?
Seeing Ye Yu’s face, Shangguan Jiujiu explained, “It’s said the Soul Nourishing Temple was built in the style of the Underworld’s Ghost Sect.
So it’s very different from ordinary Heavenly Realm sects.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Yu was filled with frustration.
The Ghost Sect style?
Isn’t that just nonsense?
If Ye Yu hadn’t actually been to the Underworld, he might have believed the Ghost Sect looked like this!
But the real Ghost Sect wasn’t so flashy.
The Soul Nourishing Temple was just trying to imitate without success.
But it didn’t matter.
Ye Yu only wanted to ask a few questions; no need to comment further.
Then, he and Shangguan Jiujiu jumped down from the immortal boat.
Before they could speak, dozens of beams of light swept down from the gray mountain peaks.
They stopped steadily before the two.
Thirty-plus immortals dressed in paper garments stood there.
They held immortal weapons, appearing ready for battle.
Seeing this, Ye Yu furrowed his brows slightly and softly said, “I am Ye Yu, immortal of Wu Wei Tower sect in the central Heavenly Realm, accompanied by my wife Shangguan Jiujiu.
We have come to pay respects to the immortals of the Soul Nourishing Temple.
May I ask where the sect leader is?”
Upon hearing this, a young immortal at the front stepped forward coldly.
“I am Cai Linwang, Second Elder of the Soul Nourishing Temple.
As far as I know, our two sects did not previously know each other.
Though I do not understand why you seek my sect leader at this time,
this is an important period for the Soul Nourishing Temple, and we do not receive outsiders.
Please leave quickly.”
Ye Yu raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhat displeased.
Returning empty-handed was never good.
The central and northern Heavenly Realms were separated by over a million li.
The trip was not easy.
Ye Yu had no leisure to come here casually.
He then said, “Actually, we only came to inquire about one matter.
It doesn’t matter if we ask your sect leader or you.
Could you please make it convenient?”
After speaking, Ye Yu stepped forward, revealing the aura of an early Golden Immortal Realm cultivator.
Cai Linwang and the dozens of immortals behind him suddenly grew serious.
Over the years, the Soul Nourishing Temple had declined.
Many capable immortals left to seek other paths.
Those remaining were steadfast in spirit.
But resources were extremely limited.
Ghost creatures suitable for cultivation were exceedingly scarce.
Even Cai Linwang only reached the peak Heavenly Immortal Realm.
Seeing Ye Yu’s Golden Immortal Realm cultivation, a feeling of powerlessness arose.
In the Heavenly Realm, strength gaps couldn’t be bridged by numbers alone.
In other words, if Ye Yu wished, he could slay these thirty-plus immortals at will.
Unless he was utterly weak himself, killing immortals was as easy as flipping his hand.
Seeing Cai Linwang’s troubled face, Ye Yu felt a little pleasure.
He had always been the weaker one here.
Now that his realm had risen, he finally experienced the joy of suppressing others by strength.
It felt really good.
Just revealing a bit of his cultivation made others obediently quiet—it was effortless and enjoyable.
