At this moment.
In a valley on the continent shrouded in purplish-red mist, where the Hunyuan Star Demon Race resided, space-time was constantly shifting. Within this ever-changing space-time stood a vast palace cast entirely in black.
This had originally been Soul Ancestor's territory on this continent.
Deep within the palace, inside a silent cave dwelling, the entire chamber was empty save for a single black stone at its center.
Suddenly.
A wisp of soul emerged from the black stone.
The soul was grotesquely twisted, looking utterly terrifying.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"How could he possess such powerful methods? My body, my treasures!"
The instant it emerged, the soul let out a piercing shriek and roared without end. Soul fluctuations reverberated throughout the cave dwelling.
Soul Ancestor was in utter agony.
Leaving aside his own treasures, even the Soul Suppressing Feather he had borrowed from Demon Ancestor was gone. He had to return that treasure, and it was an incomparably precious soul-type treasure comparable to a Primordial Chaos Spiritual Treasure.
Now, it was all gone.
Everything had become someone else's wedding dress.
Even now, recalling that Soul Attack made his heart tremble uncontrollably. That soul blade had been far too terrifying. The power it unleashed annihilated everything, let alone a soul as fragile as his. If he had not also been proficient in the Dao of Karma, his other Divided Souls might have been affected as well.
He simply could not believe that some backwater place had produced someone who possessed a Dao art. Could he happen to be a reincarnator? Or had he merely been lucky enough to obtain a Dao art inheritance?
He also knew that Luo Feng had come from a Source World, and Initial knew his background completely.
Yet even as Soul Ancestor, he had never encountered