"That Qiu Yan was vicious indeed. Following the fluctuations of my divine ability, he destroyed a projection of my ghostfire across the void—and even wounded the consciousness I had left within it..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the thought fell, the seventy-two figures underground became clear and charged toward the surface!
They were, astonishingly, seventy-two puppets. Their appearances differed, and even the auras they gave off were not uniform. At a glance, one could tell they were not puppets of the same level.
"These seventy-two puppets are the fruit of everything I possess. Not only are there twelve newly refined remnant-soul puppets, but also thirty-two boys and girls I selected years ago, painstakingly nurtured before being refined into living-corpse puppets. There are even the bodies of powerful people from their lifetimes, refined into dead-body puppets..."
Sensing the changes in the seventy-two puppets, the Three Souls within that mass of ghostfire slowly gathered and gradually condensed into a figure—it was unmistakably the embryonic form of a Divine Soul.
"Though my cultivation has now regressed, and even my Divine Soul cannot be maintained for long, with this power, I need not fear even a cultivator of the Fourth Realm! This time, when I rose up alongside the White Lotus Sect, Dong Grand Preceptor promised me that once the deed was done, the lands of the Five Marshes would all belong to me, transformed into the Human Puppet Realm. Yet Qiu Yan ruined it all! He even damaged my consciousness, making my cultivation ever harder to stabilize! This hatred and grievance shall be repaid by these puppets of mine!" "A person's thoughts of life and death are originally brought forth from the root of life in the body; thus, they are not easily cast away."
As those words arrived, countless fine, slender threads wound