A Great Harvest, Returning to the Immortal Temple

But once it involved the soul, or damage to some other life core, it became a major headache for all the races of the Primordial Universe.

The most typical example was Soul Slavery!

Once someone was subjected to Soul Slavery, part of their soul's cognition was permanently altered.

Forget Universe Supreme Masters—even experts at the God King level could not remove Soul Slavery!

Otherwise, how could those enslaved adult World Beasts willingly remain by their masters' sides?

Still, some minor soul damage could more or less be treated by those experts!

But how was one supposed to save someone whose will had been struck into collapse?

A collapsed will meant that an intelligent lifeform had completely become either a madman or a vegetable. They probably would not even know where to begin treatment!

"Whatever. I'll pack them up and take them with me first. If they can't be saved, there's no real loss. They're all Special Lifeforms anyway— even if they fall into a permanent coma, they can keep sleeping forever!"

Wu Sheng shrugged and waved the Mutated Beast God Token in his hand toward Phantom King and the others in the distance.

A golden beam shone out from the token, falling upon Phantom King and the others.

The baleful energy that had been frantically invading their bodies seemed affected by the golden light and swiftly retreated from the area.

Freed from the influence of that blood-red baleful energy, Phantom King, Cloud-Contact Vine, and the others gradually regained consciousness.

First their little fingers and small vines twitched, then their arms and main vines...

"My head hurts so much!" Phantom King clutched his head in agony, feeling like a drunkard who had downed three pounds of counterfeit liquor. Even as he walked, he swayed unsteadily.

The two Cloud-Contact Vines were no