Under Divine Peak, the cold prison was filled with the scent of decay.
When Gao Xuan stepped into the stone chamber, he saw Cao Zhengyang pressing one hand against Master Lingxu's Primordial Spirit, spiritual light flowing between his fingers as he conducted a soul search.
Master Lingxu's Primordial Spirit twisted and struggled in mid-air, but to no avail.
Mo Xingjian and the others stood by, nodding slightly in acknowledgment upon Gao Xuan's arrival.
Gao Xuan said no more, but silently looked at Master Lingxu's current state, feeling a deep sorrow.
Yet the cultivation realm is survival of the fittest, and if the Taiqing Sect became prisoners, their fate would be even more tragic.
"The memory was actually erased!"
As Cao Zhengyang released his hand, Master Lingxu's Primordial Spirit fell like a puppet with cut strings, his eyes rolling white, completely losing consciousness.
