Three Thousand Trillion

As everyone knew, any Art of Enslavement placed pressure on the Saint Soul Sea and could even taint it. For cultivators who wished to continue advancing, this was fatal.

The higher a cultivator's level, the greater their requirements for their Saint Soul Sea, especially cultivators of the Upper Three Ranks.

Even if they had already reached the end of the road, the Art of Enslavement would force these cultivators to bear the true souls of other cultivators, likewise affecting the performance of their strength and even damaging the foundation of their cultivation. This held true even if the number was small.

Even some of the bolder demonic cultivators would enslave, at most, several dozen cultivators around their own level, and even then they had to brave enormous risks.

How could they be like Song Ankang, who dared to enslave dozens of cultivators of the same rank every year? Over the past thousand-odd years, the Third-Rank Saints he had enslaved had already exceeded three hundred.

Forget three hundred—even three would affect other cultivators' advancement, while thirty would cause their foundations to collapse. Afterward, forget further cultivation; even unleashing their own combat strength normally would be difficult.

If they dared to imitate Song Ankang, they would collapse and perish in minutes.

Moreover, enslaving other cultivators was hardly so easy. Song Ankang had repeatedly improved and transformed the Spirit Control, elevating it into the Heaven-Enslaving Scripture, and continued to improve it afterward. Only then could it produce such astonishing results.

It had to be tailored to the individual, dangers avoided, and the effects he needed integrated into it. Only then could he sweep through all before him and enslave one cultivator after another.

Perhaps some contrarians would say that other Upper Three Ranks cultivators should not have poor comprehension either. Could they not