Wuqing Sword Emperor!

This time, he was no longer merely calling out.

Instead, he wrapped those two remnant souls in Void Power.

Then he carefully drew them out of his Sea of Consciousness.

The process was excruciatingly painful.

Su Ming's face was as white as paper, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat streaming down his face like rain.

But he did not let go, did not stop, did not give up.

Two remnant souls drifted out from between his brows.

The Sword Emperor's remnant soul transformed into a small dark gold sword, hovering in midair, a faint light flowing across its blade.

Chen Xuanji's remnant soul transformed into a pale golden ball of light.

Within the light, the vague outline of a person could be seen sitting cross-legged, hands folded atop his knees, his posture peaceful.

Su Ming sent the two remnant souls into two Nirvana Pills within the formation.

The instant the remnant souls touched the pills, the entire formation suddenly blazed to life.

The Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade emitted a warm white glow, wrapping around the remnant souls and preventing them from scattering during the rebuilding process.

The Chaos Spirit Liquid transformed into two masses of gray mist, slowly condensing around the remnant souls and beginning to construct human-shaped skeletons.

The water of the Spring of Life became emerald-green strands of light, coiling around the skeletons, stretching, branching, and connecting like blood vessels.

At the center of it all, the Nirvana Pills were like hearts; with every beat, the skeletons and strands of light grew more solid, more complete.

Su Ming sat cross-legged at the edge of the formation and pressed his palm against the Formation Patterns, gray Void Power surging from his palm.

It was not to interfere with the formation's operation.

It was to protect the two remnant souls from