Song Wen casually pulled the storage ring from Fu Tian's hand and summoned a blaze, burning his corpse to ashes.
Then, he put away the sea of blood, turned, and left.
At the same time, part of his consciousness sank into his sea of consciousness.
Fu Tian's divine soul was still imprisoned there.
When Song Wen's figure condensed before him, fear flashed through Fu Tian's divine soul's eyes. He instinctively tried to retreat, only to be pinned in place by an invisible force, utterly unable to move.
Song Wen's sea of consciousness was simply too uncanny. There was the black hole high above that radiated endless pressure, as well as a Void Demon and a remnant soul. Fu Tian was trembling with fear.
"Extreme Yin, who exactly are you?" Fu Tian suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked in a low voice.
Song Wen said, "Fu Tian, given the current situation, you have no right to question me. Answer a few questions truthfully, and I will grant you a quick death. How about it?"
"Do you intend to scatter my divine soul as well?" Terror filled Fu Tian's eyes, but he quickly seemed to recall something and continued, "Extreme Yin, Elder Kurong brought my soul lamp with him when he came to the Western Rong Continent. If you dare destroy my divine soul, Elder Kurong will notice immediately. Afterward, he will not spare you!"
At his words, a cold smile rose at the corner of Song Wen's mouth.
"Kurong will not suspect me. After all, my cultivation is far inferior to yours. He will only assume that you died at the hands of the Demon Race."
Fu Tian's expression immediately froze.
Then Song Wen continued.
"Besides, do you truly think that Kurong has ever treated you sincerely?"
"To tell