The Second Soul

Hell Sect Ancestral Grounds, eighth level!

This level was extremely similar to the others. It was surrounded only by rock walls, with a pool of lava in the middle. The sole difference was the open space here, which was far more spacious than those on the other levels.

Before this open space stood a black boulder. Something had originally been carved upon it, but it had now been erased. Judging from the traces, it had been done no more than half a year ago.

Chen Fan held the sleeping Little Golden Monkey in his arms, his gaze fixed on the open space before him. The Heavenly Eye between his brows shone brilliantly as well, and the densely packed array patterns of the Nine Nether Soul-Gathering Array fell into his eyes.

Yet they appeared exceedingly blurred. Chen Fan could not make out every pattern clearly. He vaguely sensed an evil force mixed within them—or rather, a kind of attraction. This Magic Array was enticing people to probe it with their Divine Sense.

But Chen Fan did not do so. He knew perfectly well that if he forcibly extended his Divine Sense, his Divine Soul would be hooked away in an instant, trapping him directly within the killing array.

"Kid, begin," Bald Bird said from the rear, not daring to be careless.

Chen Fan nodded slightly. A gentle current of true essence gathered in his palm and enveloped Little Golden Monkey's entire body. Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, he abruptly sent Little Golden Monkey into the Magic Array.

Whoosh!

Almost at the same instant, wisps of red light lit up across the open space where the Nine Nether Soul-Gathering Array lay. Scarlet as blood, they awakened every array pattern. The killing array began to operate, condensing a pale-red curtain of