The moment Xingxiu saw Hun Changqing, her heart surged with uncontrollable excitement, yet she hesitated to approach. She bit her lip, a look of struggle on her face. She didn't know what to say to Hun Changqing, nor how to face this demon.
At this moment, she hated herself immensely for succumbing to such disgusting desires, especially towards the demon with whom she shared an irreconcilable hatred!
She couldn't resist this abhorrent desire, even going so far as to do something she would never have considered before. She loathed her own weakness; she felt utterly disgusted, yet she was powerless to resist.
While Xingxiu was struggling with this internal conflict, the countless souls within the secret chamber noticed her intrusion.
The silver main soul among them, sensing the unfamiliar aura emanating from Xingxiu, unleashed a fierce killing intent in its silver pupils.
Its soul power surged forth, emanating a sharp, piercing yin energy, which then burst forth with a dazzling silver light. This silver light pierced through the thick black mist, transforming into an arrow resembling alternating silver and black, hurtling towards Xingxiu.
Xingxiu, sensing the intense killing intent that pierced her like needles, was startled and quickly looked up. She saw the silver soul she had previously feared approaching, carrying an incomparably terrifying aura as it attacked her.
At that moment, Xingxiu felt a dense aura of death. She instinctively wanted to dodge, but suddenly remembered that her cultivation was completely sealed; trying to escape this attack was futile.
A wave of despair washed over Xingxiu, but along with this despair, she also felt that dying like this wouldn't be so bad. At least then, she wouldn't be tormented by the ever-present desires, nor would she suffer the inner torment caused by her enemy, Hun Changqing.
Her poor brother, after her death, would likely suffer inhuman torture at the hands of the demon Hun Changqing. After all, she hadn't even found the supposed cave of the Qianmu Saint before dying, and Hun Changqing would surely seek revenge on her brother. Xingxiu could only feel regret; she had no way to avoid this attack from the silver soul.
However, what surprised Xingxiu was that this time, thinking of her brother's torment by Hun Changqing, she felt no despair, anger, or hysteria.
Only a trace of regret remained. It seemed that she had stopped being so obsessed with her brother, so afraid of his death, ever since that demon's abuse of her began.
When her heart was completely consumed by hatred and desire for that demon, she rarely thought of her brother anymore. It seemed that this demon's torment had thoroughly changed her.
At this moment, Xingxiu's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. She then slowly closed her eyes, quietly awaiting the arrival of the silver soul attack. Her heart was now calm and peaceful like never before, accepting death with equanimity. She was truly exhausted. Meanwhile,
in the sky above, Hun Changqing, sitting cross-legged, frowned slightly and showed impatience as he sensed the main soul within the Silver Soul Banner suddenly erupting with intense killing intent. These past few days, his refinement of the main soul of the Yin Soul Banner had been extremely unsuccessful. After all, this main soul involved so many Yin Demons, causing Hun Changqing considerable distress during the initial refinement process. His already somewhat impatient nature,
coupled with the arduous task of guiding the countless soul threads from the Yin Demons to the main soul—a task akin to threading a needle—had pushed his patience to its absolute limit, leaving him feeling increasingly frustrated.
Now, having finally succeeded in refining the main soul, and just as he was about to familiarize himself with it, the main soul started causing trouble again, inexplicably displaying murderous intent and randomly unleashing attacks with its energy.
This made Hun Changqing wonder if he had made a mistake somewhere. At this moment, his patience with this main soul he had created was completely exhausted.
Hun Changqing turned his head impatiently, wanting to see what kind of trouble his main soul was causing, what interesting thing had attracted the attention of this noble main soul who controlled countless Yin demons. When Hun Changqing focused his gaze on the location of his main soul,
"Uh... ah!"
After Hun Changqing clearly saw the location of his main soul's attack, he was slightly stunned, his eyes filled with confusion, wondering why Xingxiu was in this place.
But he quickly reacted, and looking at Xingxiu who had already closed her eyes and awaited death, a look of horror appeared on Hun Changqing's face. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled violently.
You must know that Xingxiu's cultivation was currently sealed by him. If the attack that his main soul had just condensed really landed on Xingxiu, the beautiful Xingxiu would truly become a beautiful blood-red firework. Thinking of the scene of Xingxiu exploding, Hun Changqing trembled violently. That scene was too beautiful; he couldn't bear to look at it directly.
If Xingxiu's death prevented him from finding the cave of the Qianmu Saint, he would be filled with rage and regret every time he thought about it!
Moreover, after killing Xingxiu, Hun Changqing didn't know if he could ever look at the main soul with the same eyes again. For the vengeful Hun Changqing, this main soul directly clashed with his interests!
He wasn't even sure if he could suppress his anger and refrain from destroying the main soul he had painstakingly crafted!
"You bastard! You beast! Stop right now!"
Hun Changqing suddenly jolted, instantly leaping up and cursing furiously as he transformed into a streak of silver light almost invisible to the naked eye. With unprecedented speed, he descended upon the main soul, which was now only millimeters away from Xingxiu, in an instant.