In the secret room.

Yuan Ming spent nearly four hours reactivating the Sky-reaching Demon Pillar, opening up the space within the Stealing Heaven Tripod.

Xi Ying's Divine Soul immediately flew out of her body, passed through the crack, and entered the Stealing Heaven Tripod, but she did not stop there. Instead, she sank further down, directly into the White Jade Lotus Platform.

As soon as Xi Ying entered, she caught sight of the vortex at the bottom, formed by the mingling of flames and Desire Power, and felt the surge of waves coming from within it, which surprised her momentarily.

It seemed to contain an immense amount of Divine Soul Power, yet it was different from the usual Divine Soul Power.

If one were to discern carefully, it was more like the combined pure force of all living souls.

It was just a thought that crossed Xi Ying's mind, and she understood that this was the All Living Beings' Will Power collected from all believers, refined and purified, a power so strong that it even made her feel wary.

However, after a moment's hesitation, Xi Ying still chose to trust Yuan Ming, and her Divine Soul flew towards the vicinity of the vortex of white flames.

The moment it landed, the white flames immediately enveloped her Divine Soul and began to refine it.

Thoughts and distractions bubbled up continuously from within Xi Ying's Divine Soul, only to be extinguished one after another.

Yet, after barely ten breaths, Xi Ying's Divine Thought had returned to tranquility, become singular, and no more stray thoughts emerged.

At the same time, her Soul Power had also been purified at this moment, becoming clear and free of impurities.

Feeling the changes in her Divine Soul, Xi Ying was naturally filled with joy.

She looked at the white flame vortex and couldn't help but feel a trace of greed; she somewhat didn't want to leave.

But when she thought of Yuan Ming still operating the Sky-reaching Demon Pillar, struggling to maintain the space crack for her, she immediately came to her senses, and her Divine Soul rushed upwards, planning to return.

However, at this moment, an unexpected scene occurred.

The white flame vortex, which had already been spinning rapidly, suddenly seemed to have completed refining all the Desire Power and abruptly stopped rotating.

The next instant, the center of the vortex suddenly collapsed inwards, with the surrounding flames and Desire Power rapidly collapsing inward as well.

Xi Ying immediately felt an incredibly powerful force of attraction pulling at her Divine Soul, dragging it toward the collapsing center.

Her heart sank. She immediately mobilized all her strength, trying to break free from the influence of that power.

Nevertheless, in this space, that force seemed impossible to contend against. No matter how much she struggled, her Divine Soul inevitably edged closer and closer towards the center of collapse.

Just when Xi Ying thought all hope was lost, the collapse of the Desire Power vortex below had been completed, and all the purified Desire Power refined by the white flames converged and compressed into a small white Round Orb.

The white Round Orb looked just like a pearl, crystal clear, yet within it floated strands of white luminescence.

The moment Xi Ying's Divine Soul gazed upon the white Round Orb, an invisible bond seemed to form between them, and the Round Orb, beyond control, sped towards her, rushing into Xi Ying's Divine Soul.

"Boom"

Xi Ying felt as if thunder had exploded within her Divine Soul.

An immense yet utterly pure Desire Power spread instantly, flooding every corner of her soul body with such powerful force that her Divine Soul involuntarily took on the appearance of roaring.

The next instant, streams of Golden Light burst forth from Xi Ying's Divine Soul's mouth, eyes, and ears. The light spread out and turned her entire soul body to gold.

Yuan Ming, who was waiting outside, suddenly saw a Golden Light emanate from the base of the Stealing Heaven Tripod and was instantly alarmed.

But at this moment, he did not know what was happening inside the tripod and could only continue operating the Sky-reaching Demon Pillar to maintain the space crack while silently praying for Xi Ying.

At this moment, Xi Ying felt her Divine Soul extremely heated, as if basking in the intense Sun. She could clearly feel the chains leading to the Word Witch Realm breaking away.

Once her Divine Soul returned to her body, she would truly be a Spoken Witch.

After the white Round Orb was absorbed by Xi Ying, the Desire Power within the Jade Lotus Platform's space had been depleted. Its original Divine Skills resumed their operation.

And as the Lotus Platform space began to accumulate Desire Power once again, the white flames that had disappeared started to emerge again and began to seal the space above. Always read at the source—*.

Seeing this, Xi Ying took the chance to fly upwards, while the space above had not been completely sealed, and left the white space.

After her Divine Soul returned to her body, Xi Ying did not wake up immediately.

Inside her Sea of Consciousness, her Divine Soul was re-merging with the Nascent Soul. Powerful waves of Divine Soul Power could not be suppressed, erupting from within her body.

Yuan Ming, who was on guard beside her, felt this change. The worry in his eyes was suddenly replaced with joy, and he could not help but breath out a sigh of relief.

After a long while, Xi Ying's Divine Soul fluctuations finally began to subside, and her Soul Cultivation Realm also stabilized.

The first words she uttered upon opening her eyes were, "Yuan Ming, I've reached the Word Witch Realm."

"Tell me in detail, how did you break through?" Yuan Ming was half amazed, half curious.

Xi Ying showed a hint of a smile upon hearing this and proceeded to recount the incident in the White Jade Lotus Platform to Yuan Ming in detail.

"So it turns out that the white flames could condense Desire Power into an elixir," Yuan Ming murmured thoughtfully to himself.

"Yes, but I've absorbed all the Desire Power in that space, so to refine that kind of Desire Power crystallization again will probably take quite some time," Xi Ying nodded, speaking with a trace of apology.

"No matter, as long as we know that with enough accumulation of Desire Power comes such benefits, time is not an issue, I can wait. Now that you've broken through to the Word Witch Realm, we're even more confident about dealing with the Wu Yue Sect," Yuan Ming said with an easy smile.

"I've just entered the Word Witch Realm, so there's probably still a significant gap compared to the Wu Yue God who has been steeped in this realm for a long time, but now when we face his Word Witch Power again, we are no longer so helpless," Xi Ying smiled and said.

"After breaking through to the Word Witch Realm, what kind of abilities have you awakened?" Yuan Ming was most interested in this and eagerly asked.

"It's still hard to say now, my power should be related to the Sun, and I need time to comprehend it," Xi Ying said after slight contemplation.

...

As cultivators from all over Yunhuang gathered from all directions, the Cloud Desolate Alliance's base became increasingly lively.

Temporarily forgetting the terror and pressure brought by the Wu Yue Sect, many cultivators began to set up stalls near the base to sell Magic Treasures.

In just a few days, what was originally a place with only a dozen or so people doing business had been turned into a sprawling trading event with hundreds of stall owners, showcasing an array of dazzling and varied treasures for sale.

After arriving at the Alliance's base, Wulu always kept a low profile, rarely exposing himself in front of others.

On one hand, it was because his nearly demonized appearance was destined not to be accepted by these Human Clan's cultivators.

On the other hand, it was also because the mix of Mana, Demonic Qi, the power from the Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivator from Three Immortals Island, and the power of the Blood Crystal Stone in his forehead was torturing him all the time, causing him unbearable pain.

However, Wulu himself had a steadfast nature, or else he would not have been tasked with the secret affairs of infiltrating other Sects for many years, so he continued to bear the pain, not showing even the slightest sign of suffering, even in front of Yuan Ming.

But in reality, he desperately needed some elixirs or talismans that could suppress or neutralize the chaotic power within his body.

Now that the Cloud Desolate Alliance's base was a mixture of fish and dragons, many cultivators had begun to take out their treasured possessions for sale or exchange for their own survival, and as a result, many people were finding bargains at the trading event.

Wulu wasn't thinking about finding bargains; he was grateful to the heavens just to find spiritual materials that suited him.

He used a Secret Technique to disguise his appearance, transforming into an average-looking, middle-aged man, and he too arrived at the trading event.

This temporary trading event certainly could not compare to those originally situated in various State Cities or Immortal Sect workshops in scale, but was simply a place in an open field where an Array had been hastily arranged.

Beneath the Array, hundreds of stalls were closely arranged into three rows, some propped up a table, others simply laid out a layer of felt on the ground, people bustled through, browsing and bartering, and the atmosphere was buzzing.

Wulu looked over dozens of stalls in succession, but couldn't find what he wanted, feeling somewhat disheartened.

It was then that he noticed inconspicuously squeezed between two larger stalls with high tables at the end of the first row was a small booth.

In front of this modest stall was laid a black square of cloth, on which was painted a Cycle Star Map in white lacquer, utterly bare with no goods laid out for sale.

Behind the stall was a small stool, on which sat a dark-skinned elderly man who was grizzled with age.

He had saggy brows and eyes, downturned at the corners of his mouth, appearing somewhat sorrowful, and his eyes, lacking any black pupils, were filled with white, indicating he was blind.

Seeing him sitting there with his arms folded in front of his chest, hunched over, beside him an extinguished lantern, and nearby, a branch held up a plain banner with "Immortal Points the Way" written in black on white.

"A fortune teller?" Wulu was somewhat surprised to see this.

It was not that he had never seen a fortune teller before, but those who embarked on the path of cultivation were almost always contending with fate, where would you find someone who genuinely believed in it?

What if fate declared there was no chance of achieving Foundation Establishment? Could one truly give up on that possibility?

So, there were hardly any cultivators who took fortune-telling as their main profession.

Wulu immediately extended his Divine Sense to scan the man and discovered there were no fluctuations of Spiritual Power on him, even his Divine Soul fluctuation was no different from an ordinary person's; he understood right away.

This blind old man must be a mere mortal who had somehow wandered into this trading event, mistaking this place for a common market, hence setting up his stall.

"Old man, setting up a stall here will yield you no gains," Wulu bent down, squatted in front of the elderly man, and said.

"Foolish talk, you underestimate how a spoken prediction can define fate, you'll spoil this old man's business!" the blind elder responded, immediately agitated upon hearing this.