In the Abyss, several enormous Abyss Flower Widow Poison Spiders lay lazily amid the branches and leaves of a web woven from Black-Leaf Dragon-Shaped Redbud Vines. Their eyes gleamed with vicious light as they stared fixedly at several Yin Family elders, bound tight by dense redbud vines bristling with venomous thorns. The Yin Family elders, once so arrogant and overbearing, were now covered in wounds, each one barely clinging to life like a corpse.
This web, several thousand meters in diameter, hung above a bottomless lava gorge. Red reflections from the molten lava below could faintly be seen, while fierce winds constantly surged upward, sweeping past with a howl like the wailing of ghosts. Tens of thousands of little lava demons fluttered their tiny wings as they circled the cliffs on either side of the gorge, harvesting the abyssal herbs growing there.
Groups of Abyss Gnomes bustled about carrying enormous clay jars, pouring jar after jar of dragon blood down the cliffside. The cliffs absorbed the dragon blood, gradually transforming it into the nutrients essential for the growth of all kinds of rare herbs.
An ancient, sinister black throne stood atop the highest point of the cliff. Lin Qi sat upon it, looking down on the Yin Family elders with an undisguised, mocking sneer. "You wanted to kill me? Hmm, what deep blood feud do I have with you?"
The Yin Family elder who had led this assassination struggled to raise his head. His face twisted hideously as he smiled at Lin Qi. "After betraying the Sovereign Council, there is no road but death. We would never give you any chance to atone. We are merely curious—why did the soul-binding curse jointly placed upon your soul by the three chairmen fail to control you?"
Lin Qi smiled. A dark-golden soul