The Pope extended her left hand, and the Trunk Soul Bone slowly flew toward Shi Nian.
Shi Nian held out his trembling hands and carefully received the Trunk Soul Bone.
He gazed at it in fascination, yet its fusion requirements filled him with fear.
To be honest, ever since the Pope had revealed the fusion requirements for this Soul Bone, Shi Nian had begun to hesitate.
But now, the Soul Bone lay right before his eyes, quietly emitting a lustrous glow.
It was like the most perfect work of art in the world, dazzling him and driving him mad.
But the next moment, he discovered that his treasured Soul Bone was gradually moving away from him.
The Pope seemed to have seen through his hesitation and decided to take the Soul Bone back.
"No, no, please don't take it away." He reached out, trying to seize the Soul Bone and keep it from leaving.
Then he saw the mocking expression on the Pope's face.
It seemed to be telling him:
If you want this Soul Bone,
Then show me your resolve.
Let me see whether you are worthy.
Whether you truly have the courage to possess it.
"Of course I'll show you my resolve, Your Holiness."
Shi Nian stared obsessively at the Soul Bone, then reached toward his own back without hesitation.
His ten fingers pierced cleanly into his flesh, then he yanked outward with brutal force.
After casually throwing the bone aside, he collapsed onto the ground and let out a pig-slaughtering scream.
Yet he still had the strength to say, "Quick, hurry, give me the Soul Bone..."
The Pope did not care in the slightest that the blood flowing from his body stained the floor of Pope Hall red.
She smiled. "Of course. This Soul Bone is yours."