"Indeed, you should be blamed!"
Fourth Uncle darkened his face and hauled Sixth Uncle up in one motion, brushing the dust from his clothes as he did. "But it isn't entirely your fault."
Sixth Uncle was stunned.
Fourth Uncle continued, "It had nothing to do with your carelessness just now. This danger arose entirely because of that Demon Soul Ghost Snail that was shattered at the very beginning. You merely suffered the demon soul's retaliation. The one who truly caused Third Brother's death was that demon soul."
"What do you mean?" Sixth Uncle asked in confusion. "Wasn't the possessed man blasted to pieces by Third Brother? The Ghost Conch was shattered too. How could it still gather yellow sand to form ground spikes?"
Fourth Uncle explained, "Demon Soul Ghost Snails are a peculiar kind of beast. To a certain extent, you can regard them as vessels capable of housing dead souls. Inside the chamber of the Demon Soul Ghost Snail that possessed that Nine Ring Sect man just now, there should have dwelled the soul of an ancient expert. That soul occupied the man's corpse and unleashed a portion of its strength from when it was alive. Later, when the corpse was shattered, it had no choice but to flee back into the Ghost Conch. It should have been able to hide beneath the sea of sand and continue clinging to life while awaiting a new target for possession. But because of your attack, that Ghost Conch shattered, leaving it unable to dwell peacefully within. That was why it flew into a rage."
"It still comes back to me," Sixth Uncle said, his spirits exceptionally low. "If I hadn't been so reckless..."
Fourth Uncle cut him off. "You simply didn't know the nature of Demon Soul Ghost Snails. You only