Yet its cries had no effect whatsoever. Xiao Xuan did not even spare it a glance, his hand seals changing rapidly. The fiery threads grew ever more powerful, piercing deeper and deeper into the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb.
"Xiao Xuan, I'll fight you to the death!"
Feeling the power within it draining away at a terrifying rate, the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb finally understood that if it did not risk everything, there would be no hope left. Light blazed from within its body, and faint flames actually began to stir—it had been driven to start burning its own soul!
"Smack!"
However, just as the flames began to leap up from its body, a palm print descended from the sky and viciously struck it across the face. The enormous force sent it flying, extinguishing the newly risen flames with a single blow.
"Playing with fire before me? You're not qualified."
Xiao Xuan spoke calmly, his hand seals changing once more. The fiery threads piercing the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb suddenly tightened, then slowly began to pull back. As the threads tugged, a crystalline halo roughly ten feet wide was gradually drawn out from within the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb's body.
The moment a corner of that crystalline halo emerged, brilliant light poured down from within it. Wherever that light passed, every energy body felt a warmth rise from the depths of their souls, as though parched earth had received sweet rain.
Liu Bai extended his hand into the light before him. A warm sensation immediately welled up from the depths of his soul, and his soul power actually began to circulate on its own, as if it had encountered something it desperately craved.
"So this is the Soul Origin of the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb..."
Liu