Qin Chuan closed the System Panel. The gray-green Altar of Origin hovered above his palm.
This Creation, once beyond God King Tier, had shrunk to the size of his hand, its aura completely concealed.
He raised his head and looked toward the edge of the stone platform.
Several thousand battered Divine Souls were crammed together.
In life, they had been Void True Gods at the very least, and some had even been Half-Step God Kings. Now they were more docile than quail.
Qin Chuan took a step forward.
Whoosh.
The thousands of Divine Souls retreated in unison. Several were squeezed against the formation's outer barrier, their souls warped out of shape.
The middle-aged Divine Soul had been badly frightened by the Artifact Spirit earlier. Barely holding his human form together, he saw Qin Chuan look his way and forced himself to drift two meters forward.
"My lord." The middle-aged Divine Soul knelt in midair, clasping his hands above his head.
Qin Chuan stopped.
"What is it?"
The middle-aged Divine Soul swallowed, though he no longer had a physical body.
"The Artifact Spirit is destroyed, and the altar has a new master. After countless ages of imprisonment, we can finally see the light of day."
Qin Chuan picked at his ear.
"Get to the point."
The middle-aged Divine Soul hurriedly lowered his head.
"Please show us mercy, my lord, and undo the outer Soul-Sealing Formation. We ask neither for new bodies nor for any opportunity. We only wish to leave this Black Sea. Once freed, each of us has a secret art that will let us enter Reincarnation and end the ties of this life."
The surrounding Divine Souls knelt as well.
"Please grant us this!"
Their voices were filled with anguish.
These thousands of formidable fighters had been tormented long