The Divine Soul of Cangwu struggled madly in the palm of Xu Guang, emitting a silent shriek.
But the dark purple Demonic Thought Power wrapped around this cluster of soul light like countless venomous serpents, peeling away and devouring the memories contained within thread by thread.
Xu Guang sat cross-legged with his eyes closed amidst the ruins of the destroyed camp.
General Wei stood guard by his side, his nine emerald dragon heads vigilantly scanning the surroundings to ensure no one dared to interrupt.
After all, Cangwu had cultivated for thousands of years, and his Divine Soul held a jumble of disordered memories.
With the intricate techniques of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra, Xu Guang delved layer by layer as if unraveling silk from a cocoon.
The first memories to emerge were of Cangwu joining the "Cult of Suffering."
