"Boom."
With a heavy thud, the wooden door slowly opened. Seeing the door open, Xing Su's disappointment vanished instantly, replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy. But when Xing Su stepped into the secret chamber behind the door, what greeted her eyes was a scene that shocked her.
The scene behind the wooden door was incredibly terrifying. A gust of yin wind, condensed from Taiyin true energy, howled wildly in the dimly lit, empty chamber, its sharp, piercing howl like the wails of demons from hell.
Black mist billowed and raged, like will-o'-the-wisps, and within that mist, one could clearly see numerous ferocious pupils radiating a chilling killing intent. Among these countless pupils, one pair stood out most prominently, gleaming with a brilliant silver light.
These pupils were unlike any other; a terrifying, chilling energy, carrying a violent killing intent, spread around them. A strange energy also emanated from them, subtly suppressing the surrounding pupils. Those pupils, radiating cold killing intent, looked at these silver eyes with a hint of fear, clearly all centered on them. Around
these pupils, a blurry outline could be discerned—irregular, clustered shapes emanating a suffocating soul force.
The bizarre, distorted scene before him sent a chill down Xingxiu's spine. The howling wind and raging black mist transformed the entire chamber into a scene resembling a ghostly hell, exuding a suffocating aura of death. The pupils within the black mist resembled countless demons and monsters from a ghostly realm.
At this moment, in the center of the rising, swirling black mist—the very center of the secret chamber that now resembled a ghostly realm—a
pitch-black figure, exuding a chilling aura that could freeze blood and halt the function of organs, sat cross-legged in the void. Before him floated a long, black banner, its surface fluttering wildly like a menacing demon. The banner emanated a strange, chilling aura that seeped from its ferocious surface.
The figure's slender, pale fingers were exposed to the air, forming an incredibly bizarre hand seal that looked utterly awkward.
However, these awkward hand seals, formed by the flawless fingers of the black-clad figure, possessed a unique beauty. As the hand seals shifted, eerie black symbols shot out from them, flying into the strange long banner before him. The black
symbols surged in, intensifying the terrifying evil aura emanating from the banner. The banner fluttered more violently, the black energy surging. As the banner's aura rose, the soul pupils within the black mist filling the secret room sharpened their murderous intent. Clearly
, this hellish scene in the room was created by the black-clad figure, the very person who had tormented Xing Su for days, leaving her utterly haggard, the source of all her emotions and desires—the person she desperately wanted to see most—Hun Changqing!
Xingxiu stared in horror at the scene before her. Although her cultivation was sealed, her realm remained, and with her keen eyesight, she could clearly see the blurry outlines and murderous intent within the black mist.
These were souls that had all possessed considerable power in life, refined from living beings. Clearly, these souls were the countless souls that Hun Changqing had seized from the branch hall, originally intended for the main hall of Zhongzhou. The main purpose of Hun Changqing's visit to this branch hall was clearly for these strange and terrifying souls. Xingxiu had suffered an undeserved calamity, not only being beaten but also having her lustfully targeted by Hun Changqing.
Moreover, the methods used in their refining were extremely cruel; the chilling aura emanating from these souls was mixed with an overwhelming, soaring resentment.
One could imagine the agonizing torment these souls endured during the refining process. The sheer intensity of this resentment even secretly alarmed Xingxiu. While the Soul Hall possessed many unique methods for refining souls, none could produce such a concentrated resentment.
These densely packed souls, clearly the result of Hun Changqing's refining, emanating a palpable aura of resentment, moved even Xingxiu, a member of the Soul Clan who had witnessed countless trials, to witness Hun Changqing's methods and ruthlessness.
While a single soul's power posed no threat to Xingxiu at his peak, the eerie Yin energy unique to Hun Changqing, clinging to his soul like a leech, and the soul power imbued with this strange energy, attached to those souls, would still cause Xingxiu some trouble.
And if just one soul could cause Xingxiu trouble, she couldn't imagine what it would be like if countless souls swarmed him.
Moreover, Xingxiu observed the soul at the center of the countless souls, its eyes radiating a brilliant silver light. The aura of this soul power was vast and profound, and with the added enhancement of the eerie Yin energy, this soul was now very close to Xingxiu's aura at his peak, before she activated her bloodline power.
However, after a moment of shock, Xingxiu quickly calmed himself down; Xingxiu herself was also quite extraordinary.
Not only was she born into the Soul Clan, but she also had an ancestor who was a Dou Di (Battle Emperor) level expert. Having endured a century of hardship herself, her perspective was extremely broad. Although she was shocked by Hun Changqing's methods, she didn't lose her composure.
The composed Xingxiu shifted her gaze from the souls created by Hun Changqing, her beautiful eyes slowly turning to Hun Changqing, who sat cross-legged in the void, her face filled with complex emotions.
The moment her gaze fell upon Hun Changqing, her heart began to pound uncontrollably, almost leaping out of her body. The indescribable desire that had been suppressed for dozens of days burst forth like a flood, causing her delicate body to tremble involuntarily.