1261 Where Did He Come To?

The Wandering Soul Realm, also known as the Wandering Soul Ghost Realm, was a mysterious small world relatively close to Earth Prison. The people there specialized in the cultivation of the Way of Ghost and were good at keeping ghosts. These ghosts were not ordinary as they were ghost slaves capable of infiltrating people's spirit sea and devouring their souls.

Many people didn't want to deal with people from this small world because they were too scary. You never know when they would release a ghost slave, send it into your spirit sea, eat away your soul, and finally turn you into a fool who has lost all intelligence before killing you. Even a Little Saint might be devoured by ghost slaves and die, let alone Bu Fang who was just a half-step Saint.

There were many first-class small worlds present. The Vajra Realm, the West Little Buddhism Realm, and many others were all very strong, but they were afraid of the Wandering Soul Realm. Although it might not be as strong as them in terms of overall strength, it possessed very uncanny means.

Those big-breasted and brainless Vajra Realm experts would naturally be crushed by the Wandering Soul Realm experts. Other small worlds such as the Winged Man Valley and Earth Prison were very strong, but they also didn't have the means to cope with such bizarre abilities. They might be able to win by slowly wearing down these ghost-controllers with great strength, but if they wanted to crush them completely, it would be very difficult.

Among these small worlds, the West Little Buddhism Realm was the one who could defeat the Wandering Soul Realm most. After all, the Way of Buddha practiced by them was a deadly means to the grim ghost-controllers. In the process of practicing the Way of Buddha, every monk was actually constantly forming his relic, which required a strong mental force. Therefore, the Wandering Soul Realm experts were at a disadvantage when facing these monks with mighty mental force.

Everyone present knew the Wandering Soul Realm's strength, so they didn't think Bu Fang would have a chance. They knew that he had formidable means to fight against four Little Saints, but those were useless to these ghost-controllers. After all, no matter how strong his means were, his own strength was just a half-step Saint. How could the mental force of a half-step Saint be stronger than that of a Little Saint?

The level of mental force was divided into divine perception, divine will, and divine soul. A half-step Saint was considered gifted if he could condense his divine perception. Divine will was the product of highly condensed mental force, which could only be formed by top geniuses in the Little Saint realm. As for divine soul, it could only be condensed by Great Saints, which was more than enough to show how difficult it was to get it. In fact, divine soul was something that had touched the true realm of God.

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"Hehehe… Do you know how the pain of purgatory feels? It's as terrible as having your skin nibbled away inch by inch and your mental force devoured bit by bit. It's as horrible as watching yourself be reduced to food but unable to struggle and resist… It's a feeling that you'll never forget!" said the Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint. His grim laughter echoed throughout the arena.

Bu Fang had a strange look on his face. He did not comment on the Little Saint's words. Of course, he didn't know the pain of purgatory, and he didn't want to know it. He grabbed the bandage and slowly wrapped it around his arm, covering the black and white markings. His movement was slow, and he was very serious in wrapping his arm. Such an attitude immediately angered his opponent!

"You're courting death!" The Wandering Soul Realm Little Saint's voice exploded in the arena, ringing in every ear.

The eerie scene sent chills through many people's bodies. In the dark smoke, no one could see the Little Saint because his mental force could make him disappear.

After tying a nice bow to the bandage on his arm, Bu Fang slowly put down his hands. The next moment, he looked sideways to the right. His head didn't move―only his eyes moved.

In that direction, a face suddenly emerged from the darkness, grinning grimly.

Suddenly, the face's eyes met Bu Fang's gaze. The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

"You can't see me…" The Little Saint sneered, then he began to drift away into the distance like a puff of smoke.

Soon, the face emerged again, but Bu Fang's eyes turned slowly and stared at him.

The Little Saint's pupils constricted, and his hair stood up! 'A coincidence! It must be a coincidence! He couldn't have seen me! He's only a half-step Saint! How could he see me?!"'

His body dissolved and drifted away like smoke again. However, when he reappeared, his eyes met Bu Fang's eyes once again. He was so shocked that he almost cried.

He had always been the one who played the role of the ghost and scared people. Since when did people become so scary?!

"Go die!"

The Wandering Soul Realm expert couldn't stand Bu Fang's gaze any longer. He gave a scream, turned into a puff of smoke, and wrapped around Bu Fang's head. He wanted to get into Bu Fang's spirit sea.

Bu Fang lowered his hands, narrowed his eyes slightly, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Before long, all the smoke in the arena turned into a funnel-shaped vortex and drilled into Bu Fang's head.

Everyone gasped as the scene in the arena was finally revealed to them. There were two figures standing face to face. Bu Fang stood in the same place in his striped red-and-white robe with no expression. Not far away from him, the pale-faced Little Saint craned his neck and hunched his back, his black hair falling over his face. His red eyes stared at Bu Fang through the gaps between his hair.

Both of them didn't move at all.

"Hehehe… He succeeded in getting into his spirit sea. This little chef is dead." The ghost-like leader of the Wandering Soul Realm team gave a shrill laugh, and her pale face showed a satisfied expression.

Meanwhile, everyone outside the arena was gasping.

"That's it… He lost the match! The Little Saint's mental force has gotten into the chef's spirit sea!"

"After a while, the chef will lose all his intelligence and become a fool completely."

"That's a pity. He's very gifted, being able to fight four Little Saints with the strength of a half-step Saint. Too bad that he meets the Wandering Soul Realm… He'll become a fool soon."

The audience felt pity. The best way to deal with the Wandering Soul Realm experts was to prevent their mental force from invading your spirit sea. Only in this way could one have a chance to win. However, once your spirit sea was invaded by their mental force, it meant failure.

The experts of the Wandering Soul Realm had all sorts of tricks they could use in one's spirit sea. After all, that was what they were best at.

"Amitabha! Owner Bu… is in danger." Fa Wu from the West Little Buddhism Realm narrowed his eyes, put his palms together before his chest, and sighed.

The Abyss and the Vajra Realm experts looked on coldly, the Winged Man Valley experts in white jade masks smiled, and the Earth Prison experts watched curiously.

In the Immortal Cooking Realm, everyone in the square fell into silence. They were shocked by this strange method. They never knew that one could fight in another person's mind. Could Bu Fang survive it? They all clenched their fists in nervousness.

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A dark cloud entered Bu Fang's spirit sea, accompanied by ghostly howls and a grim laugh. The Wandering Soul Realm expert floated in midair on the dark cloud, his eyes full of greed and viciousness. The next moment, a huge ghostly shadow appeared beside him, opened its mouth, and gave a deep sniff. "What a pure mental force…" His mouth was almost watering. He didn't expect that the mental force of a half-step Saint could be so pure and even smelled better than his. "It's my lucky day"

The dark cloud rolled toward the heart of the spirit sea. The Little Saint was going to devour Bu Fang's mental force bit by bit from there.

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In the heart of the spirit sea…

Bu Fang suddenly appeared. He clasped his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.

The four Artifact Spirits beamed instantly.

The White Tiger turned his eyes and gave a proud snort, while the Golden Divine Dragon twisted his waist. The latter's eyes lit up as he said, "Little Host, who are you going to choose this time? Why don't you choose Nicholas the Handsome Dragon? You'll never regret choosing me!"

The Vermilion Bird rolled her eyes at the Golden Divine Dragon. "You stupid dragon."

Bu Fang glanced at the four Artifact Spirits and twitched the corners of his mouth.

There was a golden shadow over the spirit sea. It was a Phantom Spirit of divine will, somewhat similar in appearance to Bu Fang.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the dragon and the bird both stared wide-eyed into the distance. There, a black cloud was coming fast. 

"Why is an ignorant guy coming into Little Host's spirit sea?" the dragon said with a look of disbelief.

Bu Fang didn't answer. He just turned his head and looked into the distance without expression.

The black cloud rolled over with a monstrous murderous aura.

"A pure and flawless spirit sea like this is absolutely delicious…" A figure emerged in the black cloud and saw Bu Fang standing in midair at a glance. His eyes lit up instantly. "Hehehe… Found you!" The Little Saint's pale face showed an excited look.

Bu Fang looked at him indifferently. The Golden Divine Dragon, Vermilion Bird, and White Tiger also looked at him coolly. As for the Black Turtle, he was still asleep.

The Phantom Spirit sat cross-legged at Bu Fang's side. Its eyes were closed, and its whole body was golden.

The Wandering Soul Realm expert saw Bu Fang first, then the Phantom Spirit beside him. He didn't recognize what it was at first, but he was stunned when Bu Fang let out a gentle breath that sent a storm across the whole spirit sea. Just now, he had been focused on the purity of the spirit sea, and now he was shocked to find out…

'Why is this half-step Saint's spirit sea so huge?! And why does that golden shadow look so much like the legendary… divine will Phantom Spirit? Where the hell am I?'