Zhao Xuan remained silent, his face so dark it seemed as though water could drip from it.
Although he had dealt with the spiritual bodies of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and the Nether Sparrow, there were still an ocean of spiritual bodies outside the castle—endless in number, enough to inspire terror.
"God of Souls?"
Zhao Xuan murmured, staring at the figure upon the throne as his throat went painfully dry.
There was no doubt that anyone who had become a god through the path of souls possessed an unimaginable mastery of divine consciousness.
"Not speaking? Then let's try again."
The figure seated on the throne murmured softly. As his voice fell, streams of divine consciousness suddenly split from his body one after another, their sheer number leaving Zhao Xuan dumbfounded.
Clearly, this god was also a fallen god. If he were still a living god, he would never have been permitted to interfere with the course of the mortal world.
Yet even after falling, the power he possessed still filled others with fear and helplessness.
The divine consciousness that had split from the God of Souls took form before Zhao Xuan. Phantoms of Spirit Beasts and humans appeared in an instant, standing side by side as they silently watched him.
"This is... the Titan Giant Ape? What are the others?"
There were seven figures in all—four beastly phantoms and three human ones... Yet aside from the Titan Giant Ape among the beasts, Zhao Xuan recognized none of them.
The God of Souls seated upon the throne seemed to be smiling, as though he had noticed Zhao Xuan's confusion. He said softly, "These seven figures are the Titan Giant Ape, Shadow Ghost Tiger, Rhombus Armor Mystic Turtle, Dragon Sparrow, and the three emperors of the mortal world from that era: