Getting a Sugar Mommy in Cultivation World!! - Chapter 799 - 799: Shocked!

The first thing the priestess noticed wasn’t how big the realm was, but what stood in the middle of it.

A giant lotus, its petals glowing with gold, crimson, green, and purple, rose like the heart of the world.

Each petal looked like it was made from pure treasure, giving off a warm, ancient feeling. From its center, streams of living energy flowed upward and wrapped around the huge soul sitting on it.

The lotus was massive—taller than the highest mountain, wide enough to hold an ocean—yet it still looked small compared to the soul it carried.

Noah’s soul sat cross-legged on the lotus, perfectly still, lost in cultivation.

Streaks of pure, refined energy coursed upward from the lotus, threads of living light spiraling into the soul’s vast form.

Each strand shimmered with the power of ancient laws, each pulse of light sending tremors through the surrounding space.

‘What is this power!’ Attached to the attack, moving closer to Noah, the soul will gasp in shock. It was merely a wisp of soul energy, but it could think and act just like the priestess.

She could feel the extraordinary nature of the lotus; she could feel its divine effects even if she could not experience it herself.

The sheer depth of it was beyond anything she had ever encountered, beyond anything her mind could measure.

Her thoughts wavered.

‘This… is an immortal treasure?’ Her thoughts quivered with greed. But the greed vanished as soon as she saw Noah’s soul. The sheer size of it alone made Will feel as if she was in the presence of something above what mortals could perceive.

‘This man is not simple! I have to warn the original body! If she does not adjust her plans according to this being… our plans are doomed to fail.’

“Not even the lord will be able to save us…” She tried to detach the will from the attack and have it rush back to deliver the information to the body.

But something unexpected happened once more. She found out that she could not move at all.

‘What—’

Her thoughts spiraled, but she heard another voice reaching her ears.

“What’s the hurry?” Hearing the familiar voice, the will turned its attention towards Noah’s soul. Its eyes were no longer closed. They were completely open and were shining with only two colors. “You wanted to check something.”

They were not the eyes of the man she saw outside. These were eyes of something older. Far older. They no longer looked like something a human could have.

The Yin and the Yang sat within his soul, radiating their might into the soul realm. The moment that might feel like an attack on the soul, it halted midair.

“This should be enough.” The will of the priestess got confused by his words, but in the next seconds everything stilled. The paused attack, along with the will, disappeared into thin air, crumbling into dust.

…

“So it’s true after all.” The moment her will entered Noah’s soul realm, the priestess felt her connection with it sever, and now she could feel it; the attack itself had been eradicated.

The way she spoke sounded like she had anticipated something like this and did not seem much bothered by it as well.

“Your soul cannot be controlled after all.”

Her words were like a declaration that sent shock through the heart of the elven princess standing beside her.

“What?” She snapped her head towards Noah in shock. “Is that even possible, Aunt? You were the one who told me that no one could escape the grasp of that power… then how?”

The way she looked at Noah changed once more. If before, she had only treated him like someone who was bound to die, now she looked at him with a bit of fear and a bit of reverence.

Yet, even then she held a lot of confidence.

The confidence came from the woman standing beside her.

“But it makes me wonder how you do it.” The older elf, walking closer to Noah. She had been stalling for time for the attack all the time, but now she had no reason to do so. “Was it some sort of technique? An artifact maybe—or was it a…” She let her words hang in the air before pausing with her words and steps.

“As I said before, none of it matters. Now that you have dared to come here, I will capture you and get the truth out by myself.”

Noah let out a low chuckle, his eyes never leaving the priestess. “You speak with such certainty,” he said, his tone almost casual. “But tell me… what makes you so sure I can’t walk out of here whenever I please?”

The priestess’s lips curved upward under the cover of the mask she wore, a quiet laugh escaping her. “With that weak force of yours?” she asked, her voice carrying both mockery and amusement. Her gaze slid past him, drifting toward the courtyard gates.

From there, the heavy doors burst open, and eight battered figures staggered inside. Their armor was cracked, their weapons dulled, and blood streaked their faces and clothes. But they were alive.

Even the one man who seemed allergic to effort—Captain Black Sword—was among them, his lazy grin absent for once, replaced by the hard edge of someone who had just crawled back from death.

“They might be decent for their levels, but in front of me, they are merely ants trying to form a bridge, which, however strong it may be for them, to me is just a line.” The confidence bleeding from her words did not scare Noah, not one bit.

He looked the woman in the eyes and said, “We have the emperor.”

On his figure a figure came whistling down like a comet from the sky; the flames around the figure disappeared midair as it struck the ground to the right of Noah.

Boom!

As the dust settled, an injured Wuhan stepped out; his body was riddled with wounds, but nothing seemed to be life-threatening.