The Seven-Kill Daoist Heir was an uncanny young man whose skin was almost translucent.
Threads of bloodlight surfaced from time to time within his body.
He sat cross-legged in a palace of bone and flesh as boundless Xuanyin baleful intent rolled in and poured into an exquisite black banner before him.
From time to time, wailing human and demon souls spilled from his mouth. Xuanyin flames burned and smelted them into strands of crystal-clear soul thread.
He then wove the threads into another small banner, added layers of restrictions and rare materials, and finished refining it.
The Seven-Kill Daoist Heir tossed it outside the palace, where it landed precisely on an array position without the slightest deviation.
One black banner after another emerged from his hands.
Time accumulated, little by little.
Around the palace, black banners fluttered, numbering one million and seventy thousand.
Black-red strands of Seven-Kill Rule power spread in every direction and seeped deep into space, forming killing arrays, illusion arrays, trapping arrays... Countless intricate formations interlocked into a force terrifying even among Daoist heirs. Here, the Seven-Kill Rule had almost come alive.
Such was the mighty power of arrays!
Such was the lair a cultivator had spent countless years building!
Like a diligent butcher, the Seven-Kill Daoist Heir kept tending his lair and refining his bonded treasure, the Seven-Kill Banner. Satisfaction welled up in his heart.
"What a wonderful age this is..."
The Seven-Kill Daoist Heir sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Powerful human souls, once so hard to find, were everywhere in this age. Souls of sword cultivators, Demon Cultivators, dragon-blooded demons, and beings of yin baleful intent... Materials once so rare now abounded. Their quality far surpassed what it had been, yet their prices had fallen.
With ample materials, his Seven-Kill Banner grew stronger