The Soul-Seizing Lamp kept flickering with light, shifting ceaselessly through seven colors.
It was as if the Soul-Seizing Lamp were bidding farewell to the past.
And that was not all. When Jiang Liu imprinted his spiritual mark onto the Soul-Seizing Lamp's spirit soul,
the Soul-Seizing Lamp sent streams of consciousness toward Jiang Liu.
By the time Jiang Liu had fully received all the consciousness streams transmitted by the Soul-Seizing Lamp, roughly fifteen minutes had passed.
From this, it was clear how long the Soul-Seizing Lamp had existed.
It turned out that the Soul-Seizing Lamp's first master had not been the current Nether God at all.
Ever since it had developed its spirit soul consciousness, it had remembered circulating through the hands of successive Nether Gods.
As for how long the Nether Race had existed or when Abyssal Hell had formed, it knew nothing at all.
However, it was not truly ignorant of everything.
At the very least, it knew every place its former masters had taken it.
Many previous Nether Gods had carried it at their sides.
Ever since the current Nether God had subdued it, he had kept it in the treasure vault.
This time, it was because Ming Lang had specifically asked the Nether God to exchange it out in order to deal with Jiang Liu.
In the end, it had fallen into Jiang Liu's hands.
Thus, Jiang Liu accepted the welcoming gift Ming Lang had given him.
Jiang Liu held the Soul-Seizing Lamp in his hand and tossed it toward the top of Ming Lang's head.
At that moment, Ming Lang was exchanging a blow with the Fire-Winged Monkey, and both sides were rapidly retreating.
He had not noticed at all that Jiang Liu had already subdued the Soul-Seizing Lamp.
That was because his Divine Sense could