When Jiao used the Divine Lament Borrowing Technique, the many dead Soul Bodies became entangled with his divine soul, leaving behind marks within his flesh and Soul Sea.
The longer the entanglement lasted, the firmer those marks became.
One had to know that these Soul Bodies had been imprisoned here for who knew how many tens of thousands of years. Every one of them brimmed with resentment. The marks left behind by these Soul Bodies were no good thing.
This would hinder Jiao's future cultivation, so he would have to spend a great deal of time and effort wearing away those marks.
After borrowing power this time, Jiao estimated that he would need a hundred years to eliminate the lingering trouble.
If he had not been in such a hurry to take down Lu Ye, why would he have made such a choice?
But compared to seizing a Son of the Star Abyss's blessing, a hundred years of sacrifice was nothing.
Lu Ye had only just steadied himself and suppressed the churning blood and qi in his chest when his vision blurred and Jiao was already upon him. His expression changed sharply. Jiao was now more than twice as fast as before, so fast that Lu Ye could barely grasp his trail.
Dao Power surged wildly through his body and poured into the long saber in his hand as he swept it forward with crushing force.
Jiao was cut in half at the waist.
Yet Lu Ye felt no joy at landing the blow. Instead, his pupils contracted, because what he had cut was clearly an afterimage.
Almost instinctively, he angled his saber across himself to block. The long saber jolted violently as savage force transmitted through its blade, accompanied by a sharp clang.
Then pain flared in his right