"What are those points of light?" Yi Ji asked with a frown.
"Soul fragments." Song Wen gave the answer almost without thinking.
Though his divine sense could not leave his body at present, Song Wen was far too familiar with such things to mistake them.
There was no doubt that these soul fragments had been formed from the cultivators' divine souls that Song Wen and the other three had used as sacrifices.
"But... the True Dragon Spirit is merely a trace of spiritual essence left behind by a dragon soul. Why would it absorb soul fragments?" Yi Ji continued.
This time, Song Wen could no longer provide an answer.
He was baffled by it as well.
The others were no different.
However, Song Wen had a premonition that this was precisely why the Flood Dragon King possessed that black stone slab, and also the purpose of whoever stood behind it.
At that thought, Song Wen's heart suddenly tightened.
Their present predicament was likely not the worst of it. Something even more troublesome was yet to come.
A faint unease instantly rose in Song Wen's heart, and he watched the True Dragon Spirit in midair vigilantly.
Yet nothing out of the ordinary happened.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Song Wen realized that the soul fragments were descending from above at a very slow pace.
His neck had grown sore from craning it upward, yet the number of soul fragments that had fallen was not even one-hundredth of a single Mahayana cultivator's divine soul.
Song Wen immediately stopped paying attention to the True Dragon Spirit.
Even if something unexpected were about to happen, it was probably not imminent.
After the initial shock and terror had faded, the other six gradually lost interest in the True Dragon Spirit as well.