In the depths of the Soul Suppression Hall was a large bronze door that was mottled with rust.

At this moment, there were many disciples that held teleportation talismans in their hands while striding into this door and vanishing in the blink of an eye. They were teleported into the Bloodsoul Sword Cave.

“Hey, Senior Brother, can you bring me along? I urgently need to enter below the 34th level of the sword cave, please be kind enough to help me out.”

“Senor Sister… Hey! Hey! Don’t ignore me, I just want to capture some bloodsouls and don’t have any improper desires.”

“Big Brother, Young Master, I beg you, bring me along with you. I guarantee to not cause trouble. What? You want me to fuck off? Senior Brother, we’re disciples of the same sect at any rate, don’t be so heartless… Fuck, another one left!”

Fang Ren repeatedly encountered refusal before the bronze door, and he was vexed to the point of stamping his feet with an anxious expression on his face. He was an inner court disciple that only possessed a cultivation at the Golden Hall Realm. He loved to tame spirit beasts and was extremely infatuated with the Dao of Taming.

A few days ago, he’d stumbled on an insect egg that had been sealed up for countless years. At that time, he didn’t pay much attention to it, but...