Attack on the Hall of Souls

As for why the Hun Clan had suddenly mobilized in force and even pinpointed Starfall Pavilion so precisely, Xiao Ling pondered briefly before grasping the key.

The root of the matter ultimately traced back to the Ancient Clan Heavenly Tomb. There, he had slain two young Hun Clan prodigies. Though he had acted discreetly and left behind no direct evidence, the Hun Clan had always been vengeful and had long since secretly placed the blame on him.

Now, his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, and his influence had vaguely become a major threat to the Hall of Souls. Such a rapid rise had finally made the Hun Clan unable to remain patient.

With old grudges to settle and new threats to eliminate, the Hun Clan had planned this ambush. On the surface, it was an attack on Starfall Pavilion, but in truth, they wanted to use the capture of Heavenly Fire Venerable, Yun Yun, and the others to force him to show himself and step into their trap.

Having sorted out the general course of events, Xiao Ling condensed a wisp of pale golden Soul Power at his fingertips and flicked it gently into the void. That strand of Soul Power instantly merged into the restrictions of the Myriad Soul Banner, transmitting orders to investigate to the soul slaves hidden throughout the Hun Clan's various branch halls.

After years of secret arrangements, the soul slaves under his command had already become like a dense web, deeply infiltrating the inner workings of the Hun Clan's major branch halls.

Among them were quite a few who had climbed to the ranks of Venerable Elder and Heavenly Venerable, holding core authority over branch halls and acting with secrecy and efficiency.

Having received clear instructions, these soul slaves immediately drew upon their