Control everyone.
To Hun Ruoruo, this was far more than a simple boast.
In order to achieve this seemingly impossible goal, she had set her sights on Soul Hall ever since leaving the Heavenly Tomb, drawing Medusa and the others all under her command.
It had to be admitted that the Soul Clan was indeed vast and powerful.
However, compared to taking over a complicated Soul Clan that was far beyond her control, starting with Soul Hall was the most suitable choice.
And to take control of Soul Hall, the most fundamental requirement was absolutely loyal servants.
Not subordinates, but servants like the Protectors and Soul Envoys, completely under her control!
As it happened, the Phoenix Clan Half-Saint before her was the best possible choice.
"Enchantress!"
Staring at the graceful figure above the heavens, the red-haired old man revealed a shocked expression and roared, "Where exactly have you brought me?!"
"Where?"
Hun Ruoruo glanced sideways at him and lazily said, "This place can barely be considered... my world."
"W-What?!"
The red-haired old man's mind buzzed, instantly turning blank.
Creating a world?!
On the rule-bound Dou Qi Continent, the only cultivators capable of creating small worlds without exception were true Dou Saint experts!
Even Half-Saints were nowhere near qualified!
Did that not mean that this delicate young girl, who appeared incapable of even tying up a chicken, actually possessed cultivation comparable to a true Dou Saint powerhouse?
"No, impossible!"
Having barely regained some composure, the red-haired old man showed wariness as he said gravely, "I can sense it. The aura on your body does not share the same origin as this world."
His aged eyes narrowed, flashing with sharp light as he probed, "To accomplish such a thing, it must be related to your Soul Clan's secret soul arts, no?"
"Pfft."