The Phantasm’s corpse was instantly reduced to flying ashes.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

As the discarnate soul within the skull in Nie Tian’s hand continued to ram into the soul ward Chang Yuan had established, crackling sounds began to echo out of the fleshless skull, as if it would explode at any moment.

Through the Heaven Eye, which was still within the skull, Nie Tian saw an endless craving in the discarnate soul the moment the Phantasm’s body turned to ashes, leaving nothing but the prismatic crystal that was the size of a fingernail.

It seemed as if the discarnate soul was desperate to break out of the skull and fly into the prismatic crystal, no matter the cost.

Since Chang Yuan’s cultivation base wasn’t very impressive, the ward he had condensed with his psychic power was far from impregnable.

Soon, Nie Tian had a feeling that the skull was going to crack if he didn’t do something right...