Sky-Gazing Hound shook his head and told her his analysis.
"So that was it—it was the Breath of Soul Severing."
A moved expression appeared in Xu Chunniang's eyes. The Breath of Soul Severing was an extremely powerful Innate Supreme Treasure, but its side effects were simply too severe. Even for Mahayana Stage cultivators, using it was an enormous burden.
Some had said that the Breath of Soul Severing could not be considered a treasure at all, but was instead a poison—using it meant seeking one's own destruction.
Others said that the Breath of Soul Severing had originally belonged to the Immortal Realm and was something only immortals were qualified to use. It had only ended up in the Spirit Realm through a twist of fate.
Since Feng Ling had used the Breath of Soul Severing without dying and undergone such earth-shaking changes, there was nothing strange about it.
She had fled for a full three quarters of an hour, yet the wind behind her still pursued her relentlessly, as though it would never rest until it caught her.
Perhaps word that she possessed a great many Spirit Cores had spread, drawing Feng Ling here.
But if he kept chasing her like this, he would get nowhere.
Xu Chunniang glanced behind her and sent out a strand of divine sense. "You can't catch me. Why not cooperate?"
A cold laugh came from the wind. It seemed deeply disdainful of her proposal, yet she could vaguely make out Feng Ling's voice.
"Cooperate? When I was weak, I too tried to seek help from others, hoping to reach the summit of Creation Mountain and gain a chance to enter the Illusory God Hall.
"But what happened? Because the Wind Clan was too weak, everyone rejected me, including you! You rejected me with your