Slay Golden Thunder, Seize the Nascent Soul, Refine the Divine Soul, Claim the Thunder Bamboo!

The four Void Refining evil ghosts sealed off the surroundings and encircled the Golden Thunder Bamboo Worm, murderous intent chilling the air.

Old Zhao wielded the Soul Banner while Long Xiao and the Soul Slaves formed hand seals for deadly techniques. The Black Water Crocodile Dragon roared skyward from either side, unleashing sound waves that battered the divine soul.

The Golden Thunder Bamboo Worm's face filled with terror and despair as it asked, "Fellow Daoist, what grudge do you and I have? Why must it come to this?"

"Although I do not know how you came to the Tai Cang Immortal Realm—"

"I do know that to leave this place, one must advance to the Mid Void Refining Stage."

The Golden Thunder Bamboo Worm said, "I am already confident in attempting to break through to void refining mid-stage. Why don't we join hands and kill these Extreme Dao Heavenly Chosen? We can take all their resources."

"I want the precious pills and Soul Crystals; you want their divine souls."

"A hundred Extreme Dao elites, Heavenly Chosen from a hundred domains, a million Spirit Transformations, and countless inheritances."

"After absorbing their essence, let alone attempting to break through to void refining mid-stage, if you and I cultivate in seclusion for ten thousand years, we may even have hope of challenging the Body Integration Spirit Lord realm."

"As long as we stepped into Body Integration, as long as we leave Cangxuan Heaven and the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, you and I can roam carefree for ten thousand years and reign supreme upon the immortal path."

Hearing this, Old Zhao nodded. "Your words make sense, Your Excellency."

"A million Heavenly Chosen divine souls—truth be told, this old man is exceedingly tempted."

The Golden Thunder Bamboo Worm's expression brightened. However—

"But..." Old Zhao