"Ant, release me at once. Otherwise, once my soul body recovers somewhat, I will surely devour your divine soul," the dragon soul snarled as Song Wen held it in his grasp.
Yet beneath its voice lay the hollow bluster of one fierce in appearance but weak at heart.
Song Wen turned and looked behind him.
Only after walking more than ten li and confirming that no one had followed did he reply.
"Devour my divine soul?"
"Heh..."
"Have you considered why Venerable Yun Chan entered my sea of consciousness, yet failed to harm me in the slightest and instead vanished without a trace?"
The dragon soul was visibly stunned.
"This... Where did you take him?"
"Do not be impatient. You will know soon enough."
With that, Song Wen stirred a thought.
In an instant, the dragon soul, along with the mass of light and shadow wrapped around it, abruptly vanished, as though an invisible force had dragged it into Song Wen's body.
The dragon soul found itself in a sea of consciousness.
Just as it was both startled and delighted—startled by the other party's reckless audacity in daring to pull it into his sea of consciousness—it suddenly noticed a black hole suspended high overhead. It was boundless and emanated a vast, imposing pressure.
Gazing up at that deep, dark black hole that seemed capable of devouring all things, the dragon soul felt like a mayfly looking up at the azure heavens, so insignificant as to be beneath notice.
The pride and resentment it had retained were, at this moment, entirely transformed into fear and panic.
"What is this?"
"How could the sea of consciousness of a mere human cultivator contain such a miraculous thing?"
The moment its words fell, Song Wen's figure slowly condensed before it.
"Yang Yu, I