In the ocean, on a small island shrouded in mist, bloodcurdling screams rang out from time to time, making these waters seem even more gloomy and terrifying.
But if someone could have pierced through the sea fog and entered the heart of the island, they would have discovered that it was not as terrifying as imagined. It was merely two wilderness survivalists having a picnic.
Well...
The ingredients were just a little strange.
But this was wilderness survival. One should not set the standards too high. Having something to eat was good enough!
At first, every cut made Jashin let out a piercing scream, while the curses from its mouth never ceased. But after being sliced so many times, even the screams and curses gradually dwindled.
The reason Araki had made the scene so cruel was not because he bore some deep hatred toward Jashin and wanted to slice it into pieces. It was purely because Jashin's soul was too powerful and contained an excessive amount of soul energy. It was difficult to absorb directly, so he had no choice but to break it down first.
Moreover, unlike the ocular power he had absorbed from the Sharingan before, Jashin's soul contained an enormous amount of impurities. Although the quantity far exceeded the former, it was nowhere near as pure as ocular power.
This was perhaps related to Jashin's manner of existence and abilities. During its growth, it had absorbed far too much soul power from others in the name of faith.
As a result, Araki's absorption process was not very smooth. It was like eating fish; as he ate, he still had to pick out a few bones.
But no matter how many flaws it had, this was still a delicious soul aged for over a thousand years. As the