Inside the Barbarian Spirit Hall, Ye Zhen and Princess Changle were examining the Myriad Bones Samsara Seal Clone he had only just acquired.
"This time, you really made the Battle Soul Hall suffer! They did not get a single spirit stone, let you use it for ten years for free, and lost so much face besides."
Looking at the Myriad Bones Samsara Seal Clone Ye Zhen had obtained, Princess Changle wore a delighted smile.
The Myriad Bones Samsara Seal Clone was entirely black. Even beneath the lamplight, it remained dull and lusterless, yet its aura was extraordinarily distinct.
It was an unusually chilling aura.
It was unlike the ice-cold chill of frost spiritual power that pierced straight into one's heart, nor was it the bone-cutting cold of a howling wind. It was more like a dank chill that seeped into one's very bones.
One glance was enough to make it feel as though a chill had spread through one's body, inside and out, instinctively causing discomfort and even fear.
If one stared too long at the profound and intricate patterns upon it, it felt like gazing upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"I do not like this thing."
After looking at it for a while, Princess Changle shifted her gaze away from the Myriad Bones Samsara Seal Clone, a trace of discomfort in her eyes.
Ye Zhen chuckled. Anyone facing this thing would probably feel uncomfortable.
That was because the Myriad Bones Samsara Seal had slowly condensed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood spanning thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.
However, once one's Soul Imprint was branded into it and one became the owner of this Myriad Bones Samsara Seal Clone, the feeling became different.
Just as Princess Changle had said, when Ye Zhen had