Soul Restraining Token

A cool voice rang out from the island!

"Submit to the Fragrant Pavilion, and you may live!"

"Hand over one-third of your Primordial Spirit now and fuse it into the Soul Restraining Token."

"Otherwise, your soul will be scattered to the winds today!"

Wu Qingzhao looked down coldly at the many cultivators below.

The cultivators present exchanged glances.

Not a single cultivator was foolish enough to take the Soul Restraining Token within arm's reach, and not one dared to argue.

After all, a Nascent Soul True Lord was here. Even with only a tenth of her strength, she was more than the cultivators present could contend with. Even if they all joined forces, they would have no chance to resist.

That much was clear from how easily they had been subdued.

For a moment,

the scene fell utterly silent!

"Good!"

"Very good!"

"Looks like this old man has been far too kind. Since you've chosen to have your souls scattered, then this old man will grant your wish."

A cold glint flashed in Old Monster He's eyes as he spoke in a sinister voice.

Just then,

Heavenly Fiend, who had been waiting for death, shuddered. Then he took the Soul Restraining Token in front of him.

If he refused, perhaps the next moment would be his last!

Even ants cling to life, let alone cultivators who defied heaven and dreamed of attaining the Dao and eternal life!

But handing over one-third of his soul meant that from then on, his life would be almost entirely in someone else's hands.

Once the other party destroyed the soul fragment in the Soul Restraining Token, a cultivator missing that part of his soul would either die outright or, at best, suffer a mental breakdown and become an idiot, spending the rest of his