It was hard to imagine what kind of terrifying technique could drive a True Immortal to such utter collapse.
After struggling for a long while, Cang Sheng's aura vanished completely. At that moment, a transparent shadow floated out from his body.
It was Cang Sheng's Primordial Spirit.
Yet before Cang Sheng's Primordial Spirit could flee, a halo trapped him within it.
Taiqing took out a purple jar from her robes.
"I want your Primordial Spirit to suffer torment day and night—for ten thousand years, ten thousand times ten thousand years, even forever. I want you to spend every moment in pain."
"A True Immortal's Primordial Spirit should be able to endure for quite a long time, right?"
Taiqing spoke with an indifferent expression, her tone devoid of even the slightest emotion. At that moment, she truly resembled a cold-blooded, merciless executioner.
Without even the slightest struggle, Cang Sheng's Primordial Spirit was taken into Taiqing's purple jar.
He would suffer the pain of Soul-Suppressing Prison for all eternity.
Soul-Suppressing Prison was a forbidden technique of the Supreme Dao Sect, a forbidden art sealed away forever.
This technique was incomparably cruel. Once it was cast, the Primordial Spirit would be imprisoned eternally and forced to endure the refining of divine fire day and night.
Such torment could drive even a True Immortal into madness.
After finishing everything, Taiqing's eyes turned vacant.
Clang...
Without realizing it, the long sword in her hand fell to the ground. She dropped onto the ground, at a complete loss.
In a single exchange, all her junior brothers and sisters had died before her eyes. She had watched them die helplessly, powerless to do anything.
When she thought of those familiar faces, one after another, she could no longer restrain her emotions.
This was the first time she