Qin Lie and the four great elders of the Soul Race returned to Soul Realm together.

Unlike most of the realms he knew of, the Soul Realm was eternally shrouded by gray white mist. Moreover, it looked like it was composed completely out of water with little to no land at all.

There were some sparse, tiny islands on the sea surface. They were used as parking spots for the Soul Race’s flesh and blood puppets.

“Swhoosh swhoosh!”

Qin Lie and his four Apostles landed on one of these islands.

“Elder Vik!”

Above the island, one Soul Race clansman in his Soul Tree form hurriedly saluted the elders when he saw them.

Qin Lie’s Blood Soul Beast was also floating in midair. He was currently staring toward the distance curiously.

He could sense a strange energy that nurtured the soul inside the infinite...