True Spirit Remnant Soul

"The True Spirit Remnant Soul has appeared—an omen of ill fortune!"

"A great cultivator has shattered the Heavenly Laws of the ancient city... and to the point of alarming the True Spirit Remnant Soul... How bold."

"Greetings, True Spirit!"

"Greetings, True Spirit!"

Billions of cultivators from every race in the ancient city lowered their heads in salute. This was reverence for the Heavenly True Spirits, and respect for the ancient city's protection over all directions. Such rites could not be neglected.

Yu Fangshuo and the fat man looked grim at a street corner, yet they too joined in the salute. Why did everything feel so ill-fated? Which damned great cultivator had actually stirred the True Spirit Remnant Soul?

If chaos broke out within the ancient city and living beings fled in all directions, how were they supposed to get anything done?

Another region of the ancient city.

Shen Shi had also brought a group of disciples to support the Chu Family. He had even brought Chen Batian and Chen Yanshu along to broaden their horizons; he thought highly of both young men.

Yet he still stood with his head lowered and hands clasped, his heart pounding wildly.

That feeling of being struck by lightning back then... why had it suddenly returned... Could the Heavenly True Spirit be targeting him?!

Chen Batian gave a perfunctory salute, an inexplicable smile lingering at the corner of his lips. A remnant soul of a Heavenly True Spirit, was it? He wondered how many breaths it could withstand against the old man and the Ox Ancestor.

Chen Yanshu's eyes gleamed. He had once heard the old man say that he wished to meet a True Spirit. Today's affair had better not have been deliberately provoked by that man.

The old man's schemes ran so