The Soul Race was one of the minority races of the Myriad Emperor World, with their population barely enough to classify them as a medium size races. As for their overall power, they only had 2 Great Emperors.

Regrettably, one event forced their race to live in seclusion in a Small World forever. Their Second Emperor, Multiple Face Emperor, had the ambition to use her race’s natural ability to possess people to enact a grand plan.

The Multiple Face Emperor wanted to divide her soul into an infinite number and possessed every living being in the Myriad Emperor World, turning into an aggravated mass of souls or a hive mind.

Unfortunately for her, she first targeted the Five Elements Palace, where they were at their peak and the leader of Taoism. All 6 of their best Insurgent besieged the Multiple Face Emperor, who was a peak First Class Emperor.

She lost the fight with her body destroyed. However, as an expert in Soul Dao, she escaped, and the Soul Race was forced to live in isolation, only showing up during the Heaven Will Battle.

Wang Wei knew, to this day, there were rumors that the Multiple Face Emperor did not leave but moved her plan to behind the scenes; she wanted to be more secretive and not so direct.

The events of the Soul Race were one of the few exciting things that occurred during the New Beginning Emperor–along with the rapid rise of the Academy. That battle severely impacted the Five Element Palace, leading to the direct confrontation with the Profound Taiyi Gate.

Not long afterward, they cultivated their 7th Emperor and won the confrontation. Then, they forced the Five Element Palace to leave the Central Continent.

“Wh–” Wang Wei stopped his words as he sensed something. He looked outside and saw an enormous dragon covering the sky and wailing before dispersing into trillions of motes of light. A sense of sadness and loss suddenly enveloped the entire world; they mourned the passing of a great man.

The mortals did not know what was happening, but the cultivators did: a Heaven Chosen had perished. They quickly calculated who it was and learned it was from the Great Wu Dynasty, Sun Jiaolong. And, of course, they wanted to know who did it.

No answer. No one could divine information about Wang Wei unless they were at least a Third Class Insurgent. Nevertheless, he knew people would find out it was him since he was not exactly careful about hiding his whereabouts.

The Great Wu Dynasty definitely already knew since it had been six months since their genius died, and they would instantly know after his Soul Lamp was extinguished. And any intelligent person can deduce that only the Era Son could delay the announcement of a Heaven Chosen’s death.

After Sun Jiaolong’s funeral, Wang Wei proceeded with his life.

“What is so special about this person?”

“Recently, the Corpse Selling Sect’s business has been booming. Many people want good corpses to possess in the hope of being lucky and increasing their talent,” explained Wang Ju.

Body Possession has some advantages that many people want to take advantage of. For example, some races are naturally gifted; by possessing them, an individual will get rid of the shackles of their talents and achieve wonders in the cultivation journey.

The only problem is ensuring the Soul fits perfectly with the body. Cultivators require many techniques, arrays, and resources for the process. And there is a limit to the number of times someone can exchange body based on their cultivation.

Most cultivators–even someone as naturally talented as Wang Wei–can only have between a 95 to 99% fit with any bodies they possess. But the Soul Race does not have any of these issues.

“However, Yu Zhu asked for a very specific body; the requirements were so stringent that the Corpse Selling Sect had to contact its other branches to get it for him.”

Wang Wei squinted his eyes. The Corpse Selling Sect can be considered one of the most powerful factions of the Endless Void. And they most likely hold the first position.

There are branches scattered in every Heaven Will World, and many have one or more Great Emperors. Their sect operated as if it was a business or corporation, focused only on selling corpses. They rarely provoke or clash with anyone. They are the epitome of low-key development.

However, Wang Wei saw them as a threat–especially after coming in contact with other Heaven Will Worlds and learning how far this sect has spread its fangs. Just the amount of Qi Luck this faction has is unfathomable.

And according to his prediction, their factions have more branches under different names, dormant in case something happens and they need to hide or start over.

‘The founder of the Corpse Selling Corpse is something,’ thought Wang Wei. According to his predictions, with how they operated, the Corpse Selling Sect won’t be much trouble for his plan. On the contrary, they might be the perfect partners.

However, he wanted the Luck of their factions for himself. The problem was their founder. He did know who it was yet, but whoever it was must have been a brilliant man.

What Wang Wei worries about is this person is now one of the Paragons in Limbo, and he will one day use his sect’s Qi Luck to revive. And if he dips his greedy finger into the latter’s food, he might create an enemy for himself—an enemy who was possibly on par with his Ancestor.

“Do you have any information about Yu Zhu from when he was in the Soul Race’s Small World?”

“Yes,” replied Wang Ju before giving him the Sleepers’ information, and Wang Wei frowned. He suspected Yu Zhu was a spy from the upper dimension. However, his life had no anomalies. There was no sudden change in demeanor, behavior, sudden strength gain, or anything odd.

Yu Zhu was one of the many geniuses of the Soul Race. And after defeating the others, he received the support of the entire race to cultivate for this generation’s Heaven Will Battle.

“If Yu Zhu is a spy, then it can mean two things. The method used by the upper dimension is not something we can detect. Secondly, they have been infiltrating the Myriad Emperor World since the beginning of this generation,” commented Wang Wei. “Do we have any other evidence to suggest he is a spy and not just from our world?”

“Yes. It’s the flame mark on his forehead.”

“What does this have to do with anything?” This kind of mark could be a fashion sense or an indication that Yu Zhu cultivated a powerful flame technique.

“From the records, we discovered that someone used to have a similar mark in his youth: the Undead Phoenix Emperor.”

Wang Wei squinted his eyes. He told the Fate Shadow Guard to be on the lookout for any information related to Undead Phoenix Emperor and the Disaster Emperor since they had a connection to the Myriad Emperor World.

“Keep a look out for Yu Zhu. Even though he only received the Undead Phoenix’s inheritance, he is suspicious. Sent a few people to test his ability.”

“As you wish. What about the Corpse Selling Sect?”

“We should have people in high positions, right?”

“Yes.”

“Can they also infiltrate the other branches?”

“Not very likely. Contact with the other branches has strict requirements.”

“What about the Fate Shadow Guard branches I’ve instructed you to create?”

“Things to your help, the initial development is going well. But, without the Sleepers, it’s almost impossible to infiltrate the high levels of so many factions without being detected.”

Indeed. With his Spirit Flower’s Ability, Wang Wei helped the Fate Shadow Guard spread in other Heaven Will Worlds; however, if he wants things to be in the Myriad Emperor Realm, with spies in high positions in every sect, its’ not possible in a short time–especially since there are no Sleepers of for him to take over.

“Alright. Continue monitoring laying low in the Corpse Selling Sect. Place them as a priority when it comes to news.”

“As you wish.”

“I have a few important things to do before I go into retreat. I will take this time for us to go through the ceremony for you to officially become my Shadow.”

Wang Ju’s eyes lit up in excitement. She bowed to him before excusing herself to attend to her duty. Meanwhile, Wang Wei used his sect master to send a request to the Ancestor; he needed to do something crucial that required their help.

And only after succeeding will he be able to sleep soundly.

Then, he rushed home to see his wife.

Wu Hong looked at him with a side-eye.

“Your footsteps indicate you are not excited to see me but want something from me.”

“I just want to ask something.”

“So, I was right.”

“Wanting and asking are too different things.”

“Semantic. What do you want to know? If you’re asking about the Heaven Devour Emperor, I never interacted with the man, so I know very little.”

“No. I want to know about the founder of the Corpse Selling Sect.”

Wu Hong frowned deeply after hearing the question.”