Throughout the primordial world, battlefields were everywhere. By now, Heaven and Earth had fallen into a calamity. Even if you wished to flee far from the center and escape to the outskirts, you would still be swept into battle by the wheel of fate, fighting to survive amid the calamity.
Whether you were willing or not.
Even now, the Profound Yin Three Sons couldn't figure out how, when they had been cultivating in peace and pursuing the Dao in their hearts, a treasure thief had appeared out of nowhere and stolen their Dao-proving artifact.
The thief was detestable, but even worse was that he had dragged them into a needless feud with a formidable enemy.
The Profound Yin Three Sons cried, "Profound Yin, first transformation: raging winds howl!" The great hand, formed from the Yin Energy of Heaven and Earth, continuously changed its hand seals. The roaring tornado transformed into a Black Dragon, which circled the Soul Gathering Formation wreathed in black Qi and slammed into it again and again.
The souls in the banner roared fiercely, but they were probably too weak. The moment they showed themselves, the Wind Blades spat out by the Black Dragon tore them to shreds. Endless cold pressed in, forcing the black clouds around the Soul Gathering Banner to contract. The souls within shrieked and howled in agony.
The Black Dragon opened its jaws and swallowed at the black clouds gathered around the Soul Gathering Banner. Eight black wind dragons took up positions in eight directions, continuously spitting Wind Blades at True Man Ji Yin's banner and devouring it.
True Man Ji Yin cried out inwardly that something was wrong. The Soul Gathering Banner was a rare treasure for refining and gathering souls. Its Fierce Ghosts could disturb the minds of others, but against