Sword Emperor

Ye Bailing was silent for a while, then she pointed in another direction with her small hand.    

"Go in that direction. You should be about three hundred thousand miles away. Obviously, you won't be wrong."    

After receiving the news, Sun Bing could no longer hold back his excitement as he bowed towards Ye Bailing who was standing in front of him.    

"Thank you for your information, Fellow Daoist. I am extremely grateful."    

After he finished speaking, he thought for a moment, then with a thought, he took out more than a dozen completely different kinds of Holy medicine and gave them to the other party:    

"These are just a few gifts to express my gratitude. I hope that you won't be too polite."    

After he finished speaking, he did not even wait for the other party to reply before he turned around and left.    

As for the place that Ye Bailing was pointing to, even though three hundred thousand miles was quite far away, it was nothing to Sun Bing.    

In just a blink of an eye, he had already traversed through multiple layers of space, and when he looked around, he saw a wooden house appearing in his line of sight.    

It was completely different from the normal wooden house. The wooden house was made of Soul Nurturing Wood. It could be said to be quite precious.    

Needless to say, when Sun Bing saw the wooden house, he already knew that the cultivator from the Soul Clan was here.    

However, he did not make a move immediately.    

After all, he knew nothing about the cultivator from the Soul Clan within the wooden house, and he could not guarantee that he did not have any trump cards.    

So at most, he was just checking the surroundings. Once he made up his mind, he wouldn't allow any risks.    

Just as Sun Bing was checking out his surroundings, in the deepest part of the Heaven Containment Immortal Valley, within a palace located directly below the planet, the sounds of discussions could be heard.    

If one were to observe carefully, they would be able to see a black and white Hundred Spirits Clan cultivator arguing intensely.    

The white Hundred Spirits Race cultivator had a sun on his forehead, while the black one had a crescent moon on his forehead.    

They were two Kings of the Hundred Spirits Clan.    

The Sun Hundred Spirit King said excitedly:    

"Ye Ling, why did you leak the whereabouts of the Soul Race for no reason at all? Don't you know how much this affects our clan?    

If the God Lord and the others come to question us, how will you expect me to give them an explanation?"    

In response, the Night Hundred Spirit King's expression was rather calm. In fact, there was even a little indifference.    

"Then you can say that it's because he's being sought after. After all, our clan isn't that powerful. You can't possibly ask us to protect that Soul Clan member, can you?"    

The Hundred-Spirits Sun King took a deep breath after hearing these words. He was about to speak again in the next moment.    

However, the Hundred-Spirits King seemed to have reached the limit of his patience. He even said a bit impatiently,    

"Since when did our Hundred Spirits Clan care so much about the opinions of the ten thousand races? Our clan used to be the most neutral clan in the entire Buzhou Mountain.    

But now? Our clan can only be counted as one of the ten thousand clans. Is this the result of your constant pursuit?"    

Hearing such a question, the Hundred-Spirit King's momentum suddenly stopped, and even his voice became much gentler.    

"Ye Ling, I am truly helpless. After all, since the Jiuli Clan disappeared, I could only pretend to be polite to them.    

The goal of all this is just to protect the Hundred Spirits Clan."    

As soon as he finished speaking, the Night Hundred Spirits King shook his head.    

"Don't even think about saying that. If you really want to save the Hundred Spirits Clan, you won't question me at all.    

Our clan has the Heaven and Earth. When have we ever been afraid of them? All of this is because you are too cowardly.    

You can always shrink back, but I don't want to.    

Back when the Nine Li clan was still around, I didn't hear the wailings of heaven and earth.    

[But now, the cries of the world are getting worse. I don't believe you can't sense it at all.]    

So I have to fight back. Even if I fail today, there will be a next time. Next time..."    

At the end, the Hundred-Spirits King did not know what to say. He looked at the dozen or so completely different kinds of Holy medicine and could only let out a long sigh.    

He could vaguely hear a soft murmur:    

"Maybe you're right ..."    

Sun Bing knew nothing about what had happened within the Hundred Spirits Clan.    

At this moment, he had carefully investigated the situation and confirmed that there were three people living in the wooden house.    

Two of them were cultivators of the Great Monarch level. As for the last one, it was the master of the era.    

It had to be known that the entire Soul Race only had three or four Lords of The New Age, yet the other party had sent a person to guard this place.    

Just from this alone, it could be seen how much the Soul Race valued this place.    

Those two Great Monarchs were nothing to Sun Bing, but he had to pay more attention to the Master of the Era.    

After all, he had once fought with the Soul Emperor, causing him to be rather wary of this kind of living creature.    

That was because if it wasn't for his superior skill back then, he might have even fallen at the hands of the Soul Emperor.    

Thus, in order to prevent any accidents from happening, he had to make all the necessary preparations before taking action.    

Immediately, Sun Bing would hide himself in the city for a hundred days every day. While he was scouting carefully, he would also hide himself.    

However, when night came, he would transform into a dwarf and carefully carve the formation patterns around the wooden house.    

It was fortunate that the Soul Race cultivator liked peace and quiet, so there was no sign of human life in the surrounding hundred and fifty thousand kilometers.    

Because of this, there was a large area that could be used by Sun Bing.    

After some investigation, he decided to start setting up the formation at a place that was a hundred thousand miles away from the wooden house.    

As long as the last formation pattern could envelop the wooden house, then it would be time for him to make his move.    

Because there was no one around, there was no one to disturb them. In addition, the movements of the cultivator of the Soul Race were quite regular.    

Every day, he would only go to the herbal field to check it out in the morning before returning to the wooden house, so Sun Bing's movements were rather fast.    

In just three days, even though it might not seem to be a big deal on the surface.    

However, in reality, a huge formation had already enveloped the entire wooden house.    

In fact, because he was worried that the cultivators of the Soul Clan would escape, Sun Bing had even carved all kinds of formation patterns that targeted the Spiritual Souls.    

With Sun Bing's attainment in formations, he could confidently say that this would definitely work.    

After making all the necessary preparations, Sun Bing finally decided to make his move tomorrow.