A Wisp of Remnant Soul

After Yutang Ruofeng's divine soul was drawn out of her body, she was still somewhat dazed. But the next moment, she saw her own physical body. After a flash of surprise, she looked around and saw familiar faces all around her, while her divine soul was shrouded by a mirror above her head.

"Great-Aunt Ancestor."

Yutang Ruofeng only managed to utter those two words before her face began to twist grotesquely, her expression changing constantly, as though two people within one body were fighting for control.

Old Ancestor Fengxin looked toward Yunxi, who was controlling the Soul-Collecting Mirror, and asked, "Little Friend Ranxi, what is going on?"

Receiving the information transmitted by the Soul-Collecting Mirror, Yunxi said gravely, "The thing fused into Fellow Daoist Ruofeng's divine soul is fighting for control of her soul."

"Can it be forcibly expelled?"

Old Ancestor Fengxin had already prepared to act.

Yunxi also noticed that the rate at which Ruofeng's expression shifted was slowing, as though it were about to freeze in place. She immediately said, "Old Ancestor Fengxin, this junior can only take a risk and try. Please do not interfere."

With that, she sent out her Profound Thunder Purple Flame.

Ziyan seemed to have caught the scent of something delicious. The purple flames swayed twice before pouncing toward Ruofeng's divine soul.

In the next instant, amid Yutang Ruofeng's slightly startled expression, Ziyan shot directly into her divine soul, plunging Ruofeng into agony.

Yutang Fengxin's pupils contracted. Just as she was about to intervene, Xun Kun, who was standing beside Yunxi and guarding her, immediately said, "Old Ancestor, you must not. If Ranxi withdraws her Exotic Flame, that unknown thread of soul will be able to replace Ruofeng completely."

Fengxin pressed her lips tightly together and slowly lowered her raised hand. Yet Ruofeng's