The Avatar of the Split Soul was not truly me. It was merely an energy body resembling a shadow, with a wisp of my split soul residing within it, so it could observe the surrounding environment.
Seeing me appear in human form, one of the middle-aged men dressed as a Daoist quickly raised his hand, stopping the group of Daoists from using some kind of magical artifact.
"Looks like these mechanisms flying over nonstop aren't here by coincidence." The Daoist spoke coldly, then shot toward me at incredible speed. When he saw that I was merely a shadow that seemed almost tangible, he let out a startled sound.
I discovered that this junkyard stretched on for who knew how many miles. Everyone who entered had lost the foundation needed to use magic power. This was a region of nullification!
Without magic power, the puppets naturally could not be used. Since they had been transferred here, they would have no choice but to surrender obediently.
I was glad I had come as the Avatar of the Split Soul. If my true body had flown here, I probably would have encountered a calamity!
"So it was you people causing all this trouble." I spoke calmly through my split soul. The middle-aged Daoist was clearly startled, then said, "Did the people outside find anything? This is a split soul!"
"You are quite the expert. I wonder what your cultivation level is. What are you trying to do in this corrupted region of the Heavenly Realm? Setting up such a huge formation must have taken considerable effort, right?" I said coldly, sweeping my gaze across the entire junkyard. There were actually quite a few Black Demons wandering around here, and even the corruption aura had been blocked. It was practically a giant cage for