Rules Can Be Flexible
Good, good, good! Yang Shan was now praying that no one else would come to this secret realm.
Today, Yang One-Blade wanted to see exactly what kind of fool was so unafraid of death that he dared to cause trouble while wearing Soul Sweeping Tower attire! "Wu Ying" found it rather strange.
Yang Shan had looked at him with considerable shock and suspicion earlier.
Yet now, his expression had returned to calmness.
And it was calm like a stagnant pool.
Or, more accurately, the way he looked at people was no different from how he looked at lifeless things like stones.
What is going on with Yang Shan? That look in his eyes...
Wu Ying began to be on guard.
Just then, an illusory figure appeared before them.
This man looked quite old, yet he possessed the bearing of an immortal sage.
Quite a few words were embroidered upon his white robe.
For instance, "Merit," "Formation," "Artifact," "Medicine," and "Divination." Yet the most conspicuous of them was the word "Soul" embroidered over his chest!
"I am the Creation Saint's Soul Remnant. The opportunity here is under my control. Both of you possess decent souls. Since you have come here, it can be considered fate. However, only one of you may obtain this opportunity."
Yang Shan was not at all surprised by the appearance of the Creation Saint's soul remnant.
After all, he had encountered far too many soul remnants before.
Moreover, Yi Qingyang had openly admitted in the Big Shot Gathering Camp that he had encountered the Creation Saint's soul remnant.
It seemed that this old predecessor, who had achieved much in all kinds of cultivation paths, had divided his own soul into several portions. Each soul remnant was responsible for one crucial inheritance.
And the