“Red turtle bloodworms mostly originate from the Colorful Cloud Miasma Sea in the northern part of the Extinction Continent. These poisonous worms are as thin as blood threads, and once they attach to the center of a living being’s forehead, they can extract the memory of the earth soul.” Ethan Brooks said coldly, his face grim: “According to what you said before, that Blake Turner wanted to dig out my grandfather’s memories, but what he relied on was not his own cultivation, but the red turtle bloodworm!”

“From the Colorful Cloud Miasma Sea?” Gavin Foster exclaimed in shock.

The northern part of the Extinction Continent is the most terrifying and savage place in the world, where the most evil and wicked Demon Palace and Monster Hall are located.

Even the powerful cultivators of the top sects on the Tianyuan Continent would not easily set foot there, for fear of angering the Demon Palace and Monster Hall.

Throughout the vast world of Haomang, among the three continents and many remote crevices, it is universally acknowledged that the Colorful Cloud Miasma Sea in the north of the Extinction Continent is the source of all strange poisons and exotic insects in the world.

As soon as he heard that the red turtle bloodworm actually came from the Colorful Cloud Miasma Sea, Gavin Foster knew that his old friend was probably doomed.

“Yes, the red turtle bloodworm is a kind of poisonous insect from there, and it is also the main ingredient for refining the Soul Capturing Pill. A true Soul Capturing Pill can not only completely strip away all the memories gathered in the earth soul, but also preserve the person’s life. However, the red turtle bloodworm, since it has not been refined postnatally, can only extract relatively fragmented memories, and this worm is extremely hot and will cause the host to die from heat poison.”

“As for how much memory can be obtained, it all depends on how long the host can survive after being attached.”

As he spoke, Ethan Brooks trembled slightly, his body shaking with anger.

In his previous life, during the later years of his life, because he could not break through his blocked meridians by normal means, he once immersed himself in the art of poison refining.

The Soul Capturing Pill is a kind of poison pill. This pill can seize the memories of cultivators who have not yet formed their Yin Spirit, digging out hidden secrets.

After a cultivator’s earth soul transforms into a Yin Spirit, they are no longer affected by the Soul Capturing Pill. They can even let their Yin Spirit leave the body, enter the pill, wipe out all the enhanced red turtle bloodworms inside, and use the red turtle bloodworms to nourish their Yin Spirit, strengthening themselves and improving their cultivation.

But for those below the Yin Spirit realm—Tongmai, Yunling, Huangting, Poxuan, and Ruwei, these five realms—if they do not have special secret arts or spiritual tools to protect their earth soul, it is very difficult to resist the evil effects of the Soul Capturing Pill. They are often stripped of all hidden secrets, as if completely exposed, with all their privacy laid bare.

“How can this poisonous worm be destroyed?” Gavin Foster asked in a low voice.

He temporarily put aside his doubts about how Ethan Brooks knew the secret of the red turtle bloodworm, which even he did not know, and only hoped that the now-suspicious Ethan Brooks could solve the trouble plaguing his old friend.

The red turtle bloodworm was clearly still extracting his old friend’s earth soul memories, and the heat poison was still ongoing.

If this continued, his old friend would eventually not be able to hold on and would die from the heat poison.

“Do you trust me?” Ethan Brooks suddenly asked.

Gavin Foster looked at him, hesitated for a moment, then said, “You, whose earth soul and heaven soul have awakened, are a bit strange. But I believe you would not harm your grandfather. After all, all the disasters he has suffered over the years were because of you.”

Ethan Brooks felt a sharp pain in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, “Alright, since you trust me, help me prepare some things. I not only want to ensure my grandfather’s safety, but also use the red turtle bloodworm to give that spellcaster a bloody lesson!”

“The spellcaster—isn’t it Blake Turner?”

“No.”

“If not him, then who?”

“It should be someone from the Cold Yin Sect.”

“What?!”

……

Darkmoon City, the forests outside the city.

On a bare, barren low hill, in the shadowy side of the mountain, a cave just big enough for three or four people had been dug out, its entrance mostly concealed by jagged rocks.

Inside the cave, a chilling cold pervaded.

Sitting cross-legged with her back against the stone wall, Henry Ward cultivated quietly. Every time she finished a cycle of breathing, she would glance at the fist-sized jade stone in front of her knees.

Inside the crystal-clear, translucent green jade, there was a crimson blood line. If the blood line were magnified a hundred times, one could clearly see wisps of flowing light converging from all directions within.

The crimson blood line was the soul projection of the red turtle bloodworm, condensed from a drop of its essence blood. The wisps of flowing light were the memory fragments being extracted from Cameron Brooks.

“Blake Turner pays respects to Master Ward!”

Outside the cave entrance, a soft call suddenly sounded.

Simon Ward opened her eyes calmly and said indifferently, “Come in.”

Blake Turner quickly entered, curling up as if afraid of taking up too much space and displeasing her.

“In Darkmoon City, there are cultivators even I must be wary of. Even I have to be cautious, lest I attract attention.” Lucas Ward said coldly, “Just do as I instructed you. If nothing unexpected happens, don’t come to see me frequently. Your cultivation is still low, and it’s easy for you to be noticed, which could expose me as well.”

“Master, if it weren’t for something unexpected, how would I dare disturb you?” Blake Turner said hurriedly.

“What happened?” Nathan Ward asked calmly.

“Ethan Brooks isn’t dead. Not only is he alive, he’s truly awakened.” Blake Turner lowered his head and said softly, “He’s no longer foolish—he can even speak now. Master, is there something wrong with the method you taught me? Or… did you make a mistake?”

“You dare question me?”

The deep gray robe wrapped around the seated Henry Ward suddenly shimmered with circles of silvery-white light.