Master and Disciple Meet

The fighting within the Hall of Dead Souls was gradually receding into the distance. Large numbers of Hall of Dead Souls members kept fleeing deeper into the Mountain Range of Dead Souls, where dense white Yin Qi obscured vision and cut off soul perception, making it an excellent place to escape.

Once someone slipped into the white mist and opened even a little distance, it was easy for our people to lose their trail and let them get away—perhaps the Hall of Souls had taken this into account when they established the West Underworld Earth Hall.

Xiao Yan ignored those Hall of Souls members. The moment he entered the West Underworld Earth Hall, he headed straight for Soul Locking Square. He now stared blankly at the soul orb bound by four thick black chains, within which Yao Lao's familiar face could be seen.

Bang!

Xiao Yan's eyes instantly reddened. His knees buckled, and he dropped heavily to his knees before Yao Lao, his voice choked with sobs and painfully hoarse.

"Teacher, this unfilial disciple came too late!"

Since Yao Lao had been captured four years ago, this was the first time Xiao Yan had seen him. His face was withered and frail; where was even a trace of his former transcendent bearing?

What remained was only the weakness of an old man in his twilight years, like an oil lamp burning at its end, with merely a bean-sized spark left—dim and without light, liable to go out at any moment.

Clearly, although the Hall of Souls had not taken Yao Lao's life during the years of his captivity, he had not lived well either. Imprisoned within this great formation and bound by the Soul Locking Chains, he had suffered an agony that was unbearable for any soul body.

Fortunately, at