Wang E tried to withstand Blood Tide's onslaught, but the shield he summoned lost all spiritual radiance the instant it was struck by the surging Blood Tide, before being swallowed whole.
Blood Tide did not slow in the slightest. It swept toward Wang E, instantly shredding the spiritual power shield around him before engulfing Wang E as well.
Blood Tide still did not stop. It continued surging downward, flooding toward the Island of Forgetfulness, plunging into the gray-black Lake water, and sweeping toward the valley at the lakebed.
All of Wang E's ghost cultivator subordinates on the Island of Forgetfulness, as well as the ghosts within the hundred smoke pillars in the valley beneath the Lake, were devoured by Blood Tide, vanishing without a trace.
As one soul after another continuously appeared within his sea of consciousness, only to be immediately swallowed by the black hole above it, Shadow Void's eyes grew ever brighter and more feverish.
Meanwhile, outside.
The corners of Song Wen's mouth abruptly curled upward.
Choosing to target ghost cultivators had indeed been the right choice.
Every ghost-path cultivator raised ghosts.
The most common and simplest way to enhance a ghost's strength was to feed it low-ranking ghosts or living souls. This was somewhat like how corpse-path cultivators spent years feeding corpse puppets vast quantities of essence blood and corpse baleful qi.
Thus, every ghost cultivator, especially high-ranking ones, often possessed an enormous number of souls.
Having obtained what he wanted most, Song Wen did not stop there.
Under his control, Blood Tide reached everywhere, searching the Island of Forgetfulness and the thousand li surrounding it inside and out.
Any valuable spiritual item was collected by him.
Even the yin qi within the valley at the lakebed was gathered by Song Wen using a specialized magical artifact.