After relentless pestering from Lin Moyu, Antares finally displayed the magnanimity befitting a Dragon and decided to forgive him.

Soon after, a fist-sized bubble appeared before Lin Moyu.

Inside the bubble floated Jiang Yi’s soul remnant. It looked extremely frail—unconscious and devoid of awareness.

Antares exhaled a breath, toying with the bubble. As it tumbled through the air, the soul remnant inside was tossed about.

The soul remnant never woke, but Lin Moyu could clearly see the agony etched across its face.

It had already been weak to begin with—who knew how long it would take to recover? Now, after being handled so roughly by Antares, it grew even weaker.

Watching the bubble, Lin Moyu silently mourned Jiang Yi for half a second. Jiang Yi’s soul remnant might dissipate at any moment.

Jiang Yi had probably never imagined that he would end up in Antares’s hands.

Antares asked, “Do you see the thing inside the soul remnant?”

Lin Moyu nodded, “At the center of the soul remnant… there seems to be a pebble.”

“That’s no pebble. That’s the Soulkind’s soul core.” Antares blew out a breath that seeped into the bubble and merged into Jiang Yi’s soul remnant.

Jiang Yi’s soul remnant twisted in pain, trembling in its unconscious state.

At the center of the soul remnant, a tiny speck of light ignited, smaller than a fingernail, resembling a pebble.

Antares said, “The Soulkind aren’t exactly a powerful race. Their weakness is far too obvious: they have no physical bodies and must possess the bodies of other races.”

“Because of that, the Soulkind appear in all kinds of forms. They can look like any race. Naturally, their reputation is terrible. No race likes them.”

Lin Moyu understood immediately. Who could possibly like a race that spent all its time plotting to seize others’ bodies?

In the world beyond, the Soulkind were probably like rats crossing the street, everyone wanting to beat them.

Antares continued, “However, the Soulkind do have their advantages. As long as their soul core remains intact, they can revive.”

“They can discard their body whenever they wish. As long as the soul core remains, they can revive and simply find a new body to possess. At worst, they just have to restart their cultivation.”

“And if they happen to find a powerful body, Soulkind can become extremely formidable in a very short time.”

Lin Moyu frowned, “Has no one ever tried to wipe them out?”

In his view, a race like this should have long ago become the target of a united extermination campaign.

Antares shook his head, “They want to, but they can’t.”

“Do they have unparalleled beings?” Lin Moyu guessed.

“That’s one reason.”

Antares exhaled another breath. Jiang Yi’s soul twisted again in pain, shivering continuously.

Antares seemed to have found a new pastime, treating Jiang Yi’s soul like a toy.

As for whether Jiang Yi lived or died, he couldn’t care less.

While idly playing with the bubble, Antares continued, “There are indeed a few powerful experts among the Soulkind, but that’s not the main reason. There are plenty of races stronger than them.”

“The real issue is that the Soulkind are extremely hard to kill. To kill them, one must destroy their soul core.”

“But once the Soulkind reach the True God realm, they can split off a second soul core.”

“As their cultivation rises further, they can split a third and a fourth soul core.”

“Like a crafty rabbit with three burrows, these bastards hide their split soul cores. Who knows which corner they’ve tucked them into?”

“As long as even one soul core is missed, they can be resurrected.”

Lin Moyu asked, “In that case, isn’t it impossible to truly eradicate the Soulkind?”

Antares swayed his enormous head, “Not exactly. Just extremely troublesome.”

“For certain truly unfathomable beings, wiping out the Soulkind wouldn’t be difficult at all. It’s just that, in their eyes, the Soulkind aren’t even worth mentioning.”

“To them, the Soulkind are nothing more than tiny ants. As long as those ants don’t crawl onto them, they can’t be bothered to lift a finger.”

“The Soulkind understand this well. They know exactly which races they can provoke and which ones they must avoid.”

Lin Moyu nodded to himself. In a world filled with powerhouses, the Soulkind must have developed their own survival strategies.

Yet from Antares’s words, he also sensed the truth of the world beyond: it followed the law of the jungle.

The principle that might makes right could not have been clearer.

Lin Moyu continued, “Jiang Yi said he wanted to become lord master. He also claimed that by becoming a Transcendent God, he could become imperishable.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Antares sounded doubtful, “What the Soulkind usually call imperishable refers to their ability to split off a second soul core and hide it where no one can find it.”

“But that requires reaching the True God realm. It seems this fellow was hiding some secrets after all. Let me take a closer look.”

Antares acted. The mist constantly coiling around his body began to surge, rolling like a vast ocean.

In the blink of an eye, it swallowed more than half of the core area, even obscuring the stream of light in the sky.

Within the mist, Lin Moyu saw a massive claw slowly extend.

It was enormous, large enough to cover 100 kilometers.

Purple and black intertwined across its surface, radiating an aura of crushing weight and supreme majesty.

Compared to it, the bubble—no larger than an adult’s fist—looked utterly insignificant.

A strand of purple-gold energy drifted down from the claw and landed on the bubble.

“Soul Search!”

A thunderous roar exploded directly inside Lin Moyu’s soul. His soul trembled violently, and searing pain pierced through his body.

Horror gripped Lin Moyu. Even though Antares wasn’t targeting him, he could still feel a threat coming from the depths of his soul.

If Antares truly focused on him, he would be utterly helpless.

Antares’s power had reached a level far beyond his comprehension.

The Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal released a breath in an attempt to protect his soul, yet the sharp pain remained.

It wasn’t that the Nine-Colored Dragon Soul Crystal was weak.

Antares was simply too powerful, and Lin Moyu’s own soul rank was far too low.

Enduring the agony, Lin Moyu forced himself to watch Antares carefully.

The deafening roar shook his soul, and the words “Soul Search” burned themselves into his soul, impossible to forget.

Lin Moyu understood that Antares had roared deliberately for his benefit.

Antares could have carried out the technique silently, yet he chose to make his action known.

Soul Search—the act of probing a soul and extracting its information.

Inside the bubble, Jiang Yi’s soul was awakened by Soul Search, writhing in unbearable agony.

Lin Moyu could hear the desperate screams echoing from Jiang Yi’s soul, misery beyond words.

First treated as Antares’s toy and now subjected to his soul being searched.

This guy’s fate was truly tragic.

Looking back on Jiang Yi’s life, it could probably be written as a story both tragic and absurd.

Under Antares’s search, Jiang Yi’s soul gradually faded until it disappeared entirely.

Only a soul core remained, and mere seconds later, it shattered.

Jiang Yi was truly dead. Completely annihilated, with no possibility of resurrection.

With Jiang Yi’s final demise, the core area slowly returned to normal.

Antares opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance passing through them, “So that’s how it is. No wonder he believed reaching Transcendent God would make him imperishable. To think a world core actually fell here.”

“How did I fail to notice it before? I truly overlooked it.”

“What a pity… this fellow was truly unfortunate.”

Antares muttered to itself. Then his gaze shifted toward Lin Moyu, his expression clearly conveying: “Beg me. Beg me, and I’ll tell you.”

Seeing that look on Antares’s face, a word surfaced in Lin Moyu’s mind: despicable.