Pang Jian was deeply shaken. The answer from the Soulstream matched Pang Lin's claims! Pang Lin was still Pang Lin. The Celestial Phoenix's legacy she inherited, and the profound truths she had grasped had simply helped her remember her history. Though she had once been the Black Empyrean Phoenix of the Fey Race, that was her past. In this life, she was Pang Lin, his blood sister. She isn't possessed. Her lost memories just returned. A massive weight was lifted from Pang Jian's chest. A genuine smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and the worried haze in his mind vanished. All that remained was a sense of clarity and lightness, as though the clouds had finally parted to reveal the rainbow. The place your Immortal Divine Soul wandered into is likely the Ruin Realm, the strangest realm within the bizarre mist. It's unlike the abysses. Within it lie both stars and continents. Like floodgates being opened, the Soulstream, the Dao Source of Soul, revealed the secrets of that mysterious realm in a flood of information. Finally, it sent one final message: Do not let Fu Ya enter the Nether Abyss. The Soulstream then fell silent once more. For a Dao Source like the Soulstream, unraveling such truths for Pang Jian was no simple task. Pang Jian withdrew his divine sense from the Soulstream and fixed his gaze on Long Di. "Senior, have you ever heard of the Ruin Realm?" "The Ruin Realm?" Long Di murmured in surprise. Linking his crystal-clear Divine Persona with the distant Soul Convergence Altar, he channeled a rush of knowledge and information. "The Ruin Realm..." Long Di repeated under his breath. He projected those characters into the Soul Convergence Altar, scanning the vast repository of knowledge that the past Nether Gods had left behind, searching for anything related to the Ruin Realm. Before long, through the altar, fragments of radiant memories related to the Ruin Realm surfaced in Long Di's mind. "There are records of it! "A World God from long ago, from before even Ling Jia's time, left behind records of the Ruin Realm. It's a strange realm that is said to drift aimlessly in the bizarre mist and can only be entered when the grand event occurs. "That World God once made contact with it, sensed the presence of this ever-moving, mysterious realm, and learned its name. However, because the time wasn't right, he wandered around its edges for a long time and was ultimately unable to find a way inside. "Did your Immortal Divine Soul enter the Ruin Realm?" Long Di asked. "According to the Soulstream, it seems so," Pang Jian replied in a low voice. The bizarre mist truly did hold countless mysteries. That the destroyed abysses could be rebuilt was already astonishing enough. Now, they were learning of a strange realm that drifted aimlessly through the bizarre mist, filled with stars and scattered continents. If that was the case, then the Ruin Realm was akin to a drifting starry expanse, much like the starry skies. The thought of a starry expanse roaming the depths of the bizarre mist like a living entity made Pang Jian realize just how limited his understanding truly was. The universe held an untold number of wonders. Just because he had not encountered them did not mean they did not exist. At a corner of the bizarre mist, the radiance saturating the space slowly faded as the battle between Fu Ya and Sovereign Luo came to an end. Sovereign Luo's towering form was wreathed in layer upon layer of shimmering halos. In her palm lay the smaller Rock Devourer's unconscious figure. "You intend to recreate another Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis using this Rank Twelve Aberrant Spirit?" Sovereign Luo asked coldly. She and Fu Ya had clashed many times before, and they were both familiar with each other's combat prowess. Though she knew there would be no decisive outcome in a short span, she had still struck with force, aiming simply to sabotage Fu Ya's plans. Thus, once she confirmed that Fu Ya's spirit body had been destroyed, she saw no reason to waste further effort. "Hongyan, did you do this on purpose?" Streams of the River of Wisdom, within which drifted an endless number of spectral beings, encircled the towering true body of the God of Wisdom. In a thoroughly foul mood, Fu Ya snapped, "If you hadn't interfered, I would've captured Pang Jian's Immortal Divine Soul! Hongyan, you sensed it too, right? He could become the first human to reach the Exalted God Realm! "The human race can never be allowed to produce an Exalted God. Once there's a precedent, there will come a second, then a third! "Hongyan, you'll doom us all!" Fu Ya shouted, enraged. "I've never held back in eliminating the human race in the starry skies," Sovereign Luo replied coolly. "You've always fixated on the Nether Gods within the bizarre mist. Why the sudden concern for the human race's future?" "Don't tell me you haven't noticed how unusual Pang Jian is. He has the body of a human but the soul of a Nether Race! The supreme will of the bizarre mist chose him as its sharpest blade, forged specifically to deal with us!" Fu Ya's expression turned frosty as she glanced at the smaller Rock Devourer. "You've underestimated me. I intended to evolve the Rock Devourer into a Rank Thirteen Aberrant Spirit first." Sovereign Luo frowned. "Rank Thirteen? Are you serious?" "A Rank Twelve Rock Devourer can only ever be used to recreate another Sanctum of Godly and Demonic Genesis. If it reaches Rank Thirteen, on the other hand, it'll become an ultimate Rock Spirit." Fu Ya raised a brow and asked, "What do you think I'd use it for?" Sovereign Luo fell silent at the question. Then, her expression shifted into one of shock. "You plan to fuse a Rank Thirteen Rock Spirit into the Hall of Gods?" "That's right," said the God of Wisdom. "Don't assume that we automatically hold the upper hand just because the grand event is happening within the bizarre mist. We're not guaranteed victory. "You've remained composed because you believe there are no beings that could contend with a Sovereign within the bizarre mist. "We have at least three Sovereigns on our side. Not to mention, if it ever comes to the point of life and death, it's likely the God of Fate will also side with us. "That's the source of your confidence. "But I've read the ancient records, and I've found that every time a grand event occurs, the Aberrant Spirits within the bizarre mist undergo powerful evolutions. "This terrifying sea of bizarre mist has quietly drawn in multiple Dao Sources over millions of years. It's evolving, and so too are the races born from it. I'm not like you. I don't share your optimism. I don't believe our victory is assured. If we lose, everything could be turned on its head. "Hongyan, don't you think it's better to fuse the Rank Thirteen Rock Spirit with the Hall of Gods? That way, if the worst truly does happen, at least we're prepared." Sovereign Luo paused in thought. "You've always seen farther than I have," she admitted. "Though I haven't sensed the dangers you fear, I trust your vision." With that, she tossed the smaller Rock Devourer to Fu Ya.