Tracking the Demon Race

Chu Yuan arrived upon the Taiji Golden Bridge, while the Profound Sun Sword circled back to his side;

He pressed a hand directly onto Qianyang Supreme's head and began a soul search...

"Chu Yuan... you'll die a horrible death!"

As the mist dispersed, Qianyang finally saw his own situation clearly;

He cursed Chu Yuan;

At this point, cursing was all he could do, just like the Lord of the Crane Dynasty whom he had held in his grasp moments ago...

Chu Yuan rarely conducted soul searches. Since stepping onto the path of cultivation, although his control over Soul Law had never been weak, the number of times he had searched souls could be counted on one hand;

Most of the time, he threw them into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner for torture, making them confess of their own accord...

After all, any somewhat powerful Warrior in the universe had an extraordinarily long lifespan! Their experiences were countless!

Their memories were as vast and tangled as the sea, exhausting to sift through...

It was like watching a long, tedious, stinking movie...

Still, when a soul search was necessary, it had to be done.

Scene after scene flashed through his eyes. After a long while, Chu Yuan released his hand;

Qianyang's mouth had been sealed, and he could only glare furiously;

Yet the vitality in his eyes was gradually fading...

Chu Yuan had nothing to say, nor would he blame Han Lin;

With things having come to this, anything said would be futile.

Could it be that if he promised to restrict the development of the beast-taming path, the Demon Race would have a change of heart?

Even if the Demon Race wanted to, the other three races would never agree...

Besides, the beast-taming path was not easy to restrict. Unless it