The immense pressure of a nine-hundred-and-ninety-thousand-year cultivation surged through the secret chamber. Even the surrounding walls, reinforced with special materials, creaked beneath the unbearable strain.
Xiao Yan flicked a finger, sending a wisp of chaos power into the defensive formation on the wall. Only then did the chamber's space stabilize.
He looked at the ferocious beast in the corner, whose tentacles quivered wildly with excitement at its soaring cultivation, and raised a hand to sketch rapidly in the air before him.
Pure golden runes appeared beneath his fingertips, swiftly interweaving into an intricate formation several meters across. At its center, an ancient character meaning "contract" shimmered with profound radiance.
"Go inside." Xiao Yan pointed to the center of the formation.
The Evil Monarch drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressing its instinctive dread of the million-year limit. It gathered its hundred-plus tentacles, slowly slid its enormous body forward, and finally settled squarely in the formation's center.
Dazzling golden light instantly engulfed the Evil Monarch's enormous body.
The ritual to transform it into a soul spirit had begun.
Since the Evil Monarch had opened its spiritual essence entirely of its own accord, and did not need to retain a flesh-and-blood body to provide soul bones like ordinary soul spirits, the transformation proceeded exceptionally smoothly.
A short while later, the blinding golden light gradually receded.
The enormous Evil Eye Tyrant Overlord had vanished. In its place hovered a miniature dark-red eyeball condensed from pure spiritual energy. Wisps of nearly tangible time-space law fluctuations curled around it.
Having completed the sublimation of its soul, the Evil Monarch had barely opened its eye when it saw a sight that nearly stopped its hundreds-of-thousands-of-years-old heart.
Xiao Yan formed seals with both hands, and gray-white light blazed from between his brows.
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An ancient, far-reaching toll echoed