"Senior Yin Zhuang, thank you for everything you accumulated over ten thousand years. I will remember this kindness." Song Wen spoke with a smile.
Yet barely had his words fallen when Yin Zhuang felt a terrifying suction suddenly surge from the black hole above the sea of consciousness.
Before that suction, his soul, despite being at the early Mahayana stage, was as insignificant as an ant gazing up at the boundless river of stars in the night sky.
His soul began to float against his will, dragged toward the black hole overhead.
Yin Zhuang clearly realized that once his soul was swallowed by the black hole, it would be utterly annihilated. Panic overwhelmed him.
"Extreme Yin, please don't devour my soul! I can still be of great use. I can earn you vast amounts of spirit stones and resources."
"Extreme Yin, how can you go back on your word? You promised to spare my soul if I handed over the treasury."
"Extreme Yin, I no longer ask to possess another body and be reborn. I only beg you not to destroy my soul. Give me a chance to reincarnate..."
Yin Zhuang's voice cut off abruptly.
He had vanished into the unfathomable black hole.
Gu Que and Shadow Void looked up at the black hole at the same time, deep apprehension showing in their eyes.
They were still useful to Song Wen, so they could cling to life for now. But a day would inevitably come when, like Yin Zhuang, they would lose their usefulness.
Would they meet the same end as Yin Zhuang then?
They knew all too well that they knew too many of Extreme Yin's secrets. He would never simply let them leave his sea of consciousness.
Yet before this sea of consciousness black hole, they were just