After hearing Master's words, the ghosts eating Yin Dish exchanged glances, still deeply wary of the Tong Ghost Hand.
Yet they could not bear to give up the Yin Dish before them, so they ate while staring at the purplish-black Tong Ghost Hand as it continuously struggled and flailed.
I did not feel much; I only watched the Tong Ghost Hand struggle fiercely.
Though it did not make a sound, the way it struggled and the bulging veins showed its extreme pain and resistance.
But Uncle Yu and Master still gripped the ghost hand tightly, pressing it into the blade again and again.
The blade's original yin energy was continuously absorbed by the Tong Ghost Hand, which gradually sank into the sword.
The sword's icy chill also gradually weakened and disappeared.
The entire process lasted around fifteen or sixteen minutes.
The Tong Ghost Hand's entire arm had already sunk into the blade, leaving only its palm outside.
Its fingers continuously scraped against the edge, making a "sizzle, sizzle, sizzle" sound, as though it wanted to crawl out of the sword...
Master had already stepped aside.
Uncle Yu spoke to me instead:
"Xiao Jiang, hold the sword steady. Whatever you do, don't let go.
"Now I'll anchor the soul of this Tong Ghost Hand and bind it inside the sword."
I gripped the hilt tightly with both hands. "All right. I'll hold it steady. I won't let go!"
After saying that, Uncle Yu began forming hand seals with one hand.
After several changes in his hand seals, Uncle Yu let out a low shout:
"Anchor the soul, suppress the spirit, let the heart be like a mirror; let the spirit body remain stable and unshaken.
"Soul-Binding Art; by the urgent decree of the law, command!"
The moment the command was issued,