Hall of Souls in Upheaval

Within the spacious, empty hall, Xiao Ling's words rang out like metal striking stone, slowly echoing through the deathly silent space.

The countless Soul Light Clusters that had been floating, trembling, and flickering all froze at once upon hearing him, instantly falling silent without the slightest movement.

Clearly, these tortured souls had long understood the deeper meaning behind Xiao Ling's words. They could either enter the Myriad Soul Banner and submit to his control in exchange for a sliver of hope to take revenge on the Hall of Souls, or they could dissipate between heaven and earth and end their endless suffering.

Yet their instincts still clearly sensed the grim, malevolent aura lingering around the black banner before Xiao Ling. It was certainly no benevolent object, and the howls of vengeful souls churning within it filled them with fear from the depths of their souls.

This stagnant silence continued for a moment. Xiao Ling's expression remained calm and indifferent. He had never intended to make things difficult for these souls. Though they were numerous, their Soul Origin had long been almost completely extracted by the Hall of Souls through vicious methods. The remaining Soul Power was of poor quality and meant little to him, so naturally he did not value them greatly.

Just as he was about to withdraw the Myriad Soul Banner, one Soul Light Cluster suddenly erupted with blinding radiance. An overwhelmingly intense emotional fluctuation surged from within—resentment and unwillingness accumulated over countless years, nearly breaking through the shackles of the soul!

The next instant, that cluster moved first. Breaking free of the remaining black chains, it transformed into a streak of light and shot directly toward Xiao Ling.

It did not hesitate in the slightest, nor did it heed the vicious aura emitted by the Myriad Soul