Remnant Soul Backlash, Unleashing a Massacre

The instant Diwu Chijin cast the "Soul Search Technique," probing Qigu Daosen's memories with his Divine Sense, and caught sight of that image amid the chaotic, fragmented scenes—the black horse, the long spear, the young man—

Buzz!!

A completely unfamiliar will suddenly surged up from the depths of his new body.

That will was weak, yet stubborn.

Like a grass seed crushed beneath a boulder, desperately thrusting upward, it forcibly held back the Divine Sense he had extended for a split second.

In that fleeting instant, it was as though a hand clutching silver needles stabbed savagely into Diwu Chijin's soul through the crown of his head, making him suck in a sharp breath from the pain!

"Hiss—"

Diwu Chijin's orange-gold pupils abruptly constricted. Like he had been struck by lightning, he yanked back his hand and staggered two steps backward.

His boot twisted against the road with a crunch, crushing several bricks beneath it.

"What the hell is that?!"

Diwu Chijin furrowed his brow and roared. The sound rolling from his throat carried the lingering force of a Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator, sending everyone around him flying.

His hands rapidly formed seals, several strands of orange-red light spilling from between his fingers.

Then he pressed his fingers to his temples. "Get the hell away from me!!"

As his shout rang out, the muscles on Diwu Chijin's face twisted into a knot, and the skin over his cheekbones stretched pale...

Buzz!!

Diwu Chijin frantically drove his Divine Sense, besieging that will which had just emerged.

One breath later, that will was like a brazier doused head-on with a bucket of icy water. Its flames trembled unwillingly twice before turning into wisps of green smoke and going out.

"Hah~ For now, I've managed to subdue that damned thing!"

Diwu Chijin