The space inside the Black Demon Banner was as dark as an eternal night.
Countless gold-black runes flowed through the void, weaving an airtight net that tightly enveloped Purple Sun High Person's golden soul apparition at its center.
With every flicker of those runes, tiny traces of True Demon Origin Power seeped into his soul, locking down the circulation of his soul power like iron chains. Not even the most basic fluctuation of soul intent could escape.
Purple Sun High Person's soul trembled with shock. He tried to drive his soul power against the restrictions, but the instant a glimmer of golden light appeared at his fingertips, the runes lashed back. Tiny cracks erupted across the surface of his soul, and searing pain bored straight into his soul core.
"No... impossible!" he howled, his voice filled with despair.
Even his soul power had been sealed. He was utterly reduced to a fish on the chopping block; even dispersing his own soul had become an extravagant hope.
Just then, a pale golden soul apparition drifted leisurely up from the bottom of the banner, faint, watery divine light swirling around him. It was Long Qingyun.
He stood with his hands behind his back, regarding Purple Sun High Person with a hint of amused coldness.
When Purple Sun High Person recognized the newcomer, his soul went rigid. Then towering fury erupted from him. "Long Qingyun, you mongrel! What are you doing here?"
His soul apparition shook violently, its golden radiance surging. Had the runes not bound him, he would likely have lunged forward to fight to the death on the spot.
Long Qingyun scoffed and strolled closer. He flicked a wisp of soul power from his fingertips, lightly striking Purple Sun High Person's soul. "Hundreds of years have passed, and you're still this