Sword qi rampaged so furiously that Yun Shuige didn’t have a chance to defend himself, despite the protection of a fifth rank immortal treasure. His body was swiftly churned to pieces and a fully transmuted immortal soul sliced and diced the moment it showed itself.

……

An inexplicable void.

Numerous oil lamps flickered weakly with dim yellow glows.

Whoosh!

One of them abruptly flared with intensity, the flame gathering into a human face full of terror. It was a perfect resemblance of Yan Shuige’s features.

“Save me, dao master!” it shrieked with terror.

Puff!

The oil lamp exploded, consigning itself and the face to dust.

A desiccated elder with white hair and long eyebrows slowly opened his eyes in the middle of the void. He looked toward the terminated oil lamp.

“Cultivators protected by soul lamps have died one after another…” The elder fell silently as he stared at where the last soul lamp had been. “It’s a good thing that such a person...