Mo Ling carefully examined the surroundings, but there was no movement whatsoever.
He frowned slightly. That voice just now had definitely not been an illusion.
"I am in your hand!"
The voice rang out again, directly resounding in Mo Ling's mind and startling him pale.
"You... who are you?" Mo Lang stared warily at the giant axe in his hand. He carefully inspected it, but apart from discovering that it emanated Chaos Power, he found nothing unusual.
"I am someone who can help you—help you rise again, help you take control of Yun Tian Sect, help you dominate the Martial Race!"
The voice rang out again, exploding in Mo Ling's mind like rolling heavenly thunder.
"Who exactly are you? What schemes are you plotting, skulking about like this?"
Mo Ling directly threw the giant axe away. He coldly stared at the axe lying on the ground and shouted his question.
"Mo Ling, First Disciple of Yun Tian Sect, its number one genius. Before reaching a thousand years of age, you had already attained the Paragon of the Supreme Realm. Yet you were schemed against by Yun Man, the woman you admired most, and ended up suffering grievous wounds in both body and soul. Your cultivation stagnated, and Yun Tian Sect cast you aside."
Chaos Qi rose from the giant axe like misty vapor, curling around it.
This was naturally Su Mo.
Just now, he had not only heard the conversation between Mo Ling and his father, but had also probed a portion of Mo Ling's memories.
While the giant axe had been in Mo Ling's hand, Su Mo had used the Dao Tree to inspect Mo Ling's memories without anyone noticing.
Thus, he now had a clear understanding of his situation.
This place truly was the Heavenly Soul Source World.