At the foot of Mount Buzhou, billowing black clouds swelled rapidly, then just as quickly contracted, constantly changing shape. Luo Hou was using the Eighty-one Soul Banners to refine the Fire Kirin's soul inside him.
He hadn't expected a soul at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level to be so difficult to devour. What was more, the Kirin was born with righteous energy, which somewhat counteracted the spiritual power he cultivated. This was no easy task. If his true body were here, the tiny Fire Kirin's soul would have been torn apart by the black hole in his sea of consciousness long ago, transformed into streams of abundant spiritual power.
Now he had no choice but to use the Demonic Fire within the soul banners to refine the other soul bit by bit, drawing out the Great Dao Information within it.
Who knew how much time had passed? Luo Hou, now a youth in black, sat cross-legged within the Mysterious Yin Soul Refining Array, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as he silently comprehended the information in the Fire Kirin's soul. He continued until only a shadow of the Fire Kirin remained.
Luo Hou's eyes snapped open, a flash of brilliance gleaming in them as a formidable aura burst forth. He transformed into a Nine-Headed Lion. One of its heads slowly opened its eyes and shot out a beam of light. Everything in its gaze—mountains, rocks, plants, and trees—turned to ash, annihilated on the spot.
Luo Hou shook his head. After absorbing so much spiritual energy from heaven and earth, he had only broken the seal on one head.
Luo Hou rolled his shoulders and stretched, then gazed at the battlefield with a cold sneer. What spiritual root? In the end, it had all been for nothing,