"Dead..." Watching the lifeless Si Nanyan, Wen Zhixing’s gaze became somewhat complex. It was not sympathy, but a kind of inexplicable emptiness. It felt as if the mountain that once oppressively loomed over him had simply vanished. A bit of relief, but also a feeling that was somewhat indescribable.
"Soul Sacrifice Banner!" Wen Zhixing sighed as he began the finishing touches. Si Nanyan’s death wouldn’t be the end of it.
A flash of brilliance shone from his palm, and the Soul Sacrifice Banner appeared. The face of the banner fluttered in the wind, emitting a thick Yin Qi. The temperature in the area began to drop, instantly becoming somewhat chilly. Wen Zhixing hadn’t used this Soul Sacrifice Banner in quite some time. A cold sensation came from his palm, as though penetrating deep into his bones. Above the banner’s surface, several fierce, disheveled remnant souls emerged, their mouths issuing heart-quaking, shrill screams.
The leader was none other than Qiu Yinger. Having not seen her for a while, Qiu Yinger seemed all the more ferocious. Her gaze towards Wen Zhixing burgeoned with resentment. She was full of hatred!
"Qiu, it’s been a long time." A cunning glint flashed in Wen Zhixing’s eyes, as if he were briefly assailed by something. His usual composure quickly returned, and he offered a faint smile, saying, "Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve brought the palace master to keep you company."
Qiu Yinger should have long lost her humanity and reason, yet upon hearing these words, she still paused slightly. Her gaze turned to the lifeless Si Nanyan. The next moment, Qiu Yinger’s remnant soul became even more violent. Two streams of blood tears flowed from her eyes, her mouth gaping wide to reveal sharp teeth, as if she wanted to devour Wen Zhixing alive!
However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not harm Wen Zhixing. Her entire remnant soul was firmly bound to the Soul Sacrifice Banner.
[Soul Sacrifice Banner current remnant soul count: 9/10.]
Is it obsession, or does she retain a sense of self? A flicker of curiosity crossed Wen Zhixing’s gaze. He hadn’t really studied the Soul Sacrifice Banner much. He was too busy. He didn’t even have time to deal with Qiu Yinger.
"Let’s collect her for now," Wen Zhixing said, holding the Soul Sacrifice Banner and giving it a gentle shake.
On the banner, a strange green light flashed.
"AH!" A miserable scream echoed.
Atop Si Nanyan’s head, a somewhat blurry soul figure was slowly pulled out. This was Si Nanyan’s last remnant soul, which the Soul Sacrifice Banner had forcibly condensed. However, this time, it was different. Si Nanyan’s remnant soul did not appear as fierce as Qiu Yinger’s; instead, her eyes were filled with confusion.
"Eh..." Wen Zhixing was slightly taken aback at the sight. This was somewhat unexpected. Could it be because Si Nanyan’s divine soul was too strong? Even with just a wisp of remnant soul left, was she still able to control herself and not lose her sanity? It was quite possible. After all, Qiu Yinger had only been in the Third Realm when she died, her divine soul still very weak. Si Nanyan was different. Her divine soul had been cultivated to its pinnacle.
"Collect!" Wen Zhixing waved the Soul Sacrifice Banner again, but Si Nanyan’s divine soul remained stubbornly atop her head, unwilling to detach.
[Attention: The quality of the Soul Sacrifice Banner is too low. The quality of the Soul Sacrifice Banner is too low. The quality of the Soul Sacrifice Banner is too low.]
[Si Nanyan’s divine soul is exceptionally strong; it is feared she cannot be absorbed into it.]
"Hmm?" Upon seeing the panel prompts pop up, Wen Zhixing furrowed his brow slightly. He couldn’t collect Si Nanyan’s remnant soul. This directly disrupted his plan. Indeed, the quality of the Soul Sacrifice Banner was too low. Yet, if he wanted to upgrade it, he currently lacked enough Fortune Points.
"Wen... Zhi...xing..." At that moment, Si Nanyan’s eyes regained a flicker of clarity. Then, she clasped her head as if these words had greatly agitated her. Her eyes began to turn blood-red. Memories from just before her death started to resurface, transforming into boundless resentment.
Seeing this, the several remnant souls on the Soul Sacrifice Banner also became exceedingly ferocious. With constant, shrill cries, intense resentment vented forth.
The entire Soul Sacrifice Banner started to tremble violently, and Wen Zhixing’s right hand shook. The terrible screams imprinted themselves deep within his mind, and the sinister resentment simultaneously invaded his body.
"Hmph." But Wen Zhixing was no longer the person he once was. Faced with such a minor invasion of resentment, he had no reaction at all. He let out a light snort and said, "Enough with the noise! Qiu Yinger, all of you, go and bring Si Nanyan in for me."
On the Soul Sacrifice Banner, a sudden gust of Yin Qi rose, and Qiu Yinger’s remnant soul, along with the other eight, were forcibly dispatched. Their faces were filled with reluctance, yet their bodies were beyond their control. No matter how much these remnant souls were unwilling, Wen Zhixing could still manipulate them. Read complete version only at novel⦿fire.net
"Yinger..." Upon seeing the disheveled Qiu Yinger, the bloodlust in Si Nanyan’s eyes dissipated for an instant. Dazed, she recognized her disciple.
"AH!" Qiu Yinger let out an unwilling, shrill cry.
They were reluctant to attack Si Nanyan, yet they couldn’t control their actions. Eight remnant souls suddenly transformed into numerous black lines, shooting toward Si Nanyan’s remnant soul and burrowing into her body.
"AH!" Si Nanyan’s remnant soul screamed in pain, her body trembling continuously. This was the Divine Soul Force of both sides consuming each other.
Wait, these remnant souls harbor such hostility towards me because they retain some memories. What if these memories were erased... Wen Zhixing, watching the scene unfold, suddenly had this thought.