The jar-bound soul went from sensing that something was wrong to suddenly waking up and trying every means to escape.
Unfortunately, it had encountered Lu Qing. That nameless Old Devil who had become a jar departed without wind or wave.
Not even the tiniest shred of remnant soul or trace of aura escaped; all were pierced through by a spiritual energy blade descending from the heavens.
Then came one last gust sweeping the ground clean, leaving this place spotless.
Lu Qing's eyes seemed to see something. It was an unexpected delight.
One of life's great joys on the road of cultivation was crossing paths with an enemy, finding a devil, and discovering that the devil had only a thread of blood left.
It would have been inexcusable for Lu Qing not to claim this head.
A demonic-path Old Devil—no matter what kind—being able to pick up such a bargain at this moment was also thanks to Lu Qing's cultivation having reached this level.
Otherwise, Lu Qing would certainly have avoided him from far away.
His gaze swept over a jade slip.
There was a layer of restriction on it. After the jar had been destroyed, it had fallen to the ground.
Perhaps this jar Old Devil had been too confident, or perhaps there was another reason, but the restriction had been set up very crudely.
After Lu Qing broke it open, he found not some great demonic art inside.
Instead, it was an account of its life.
Though he did not know why people here all enjoyed leaving behind jade slips recording their lives, it did make it easier for Lu Qing to learn the origins of the devil within that jar-bound soul.
Anyone capable of setting up this incomplete Blood-Transforming Formation must have possessed formidable cultivation while alive.
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