The outskirts of Qiong Valley were already purified by the Creation Force, with only sporadic monsters moving about.
Before long, a few half-man-sized figures crawled out from the ravines, and they were none other than Moss Puppets.
Their limbs were stiff one and all, yet their movement speed was extremely fast.
The moment they caught sight of a living person, they lunged forward instantly, emitting gurgling sounds from their mouths.
Xu Changqing wore an indifferent expression, not regarding these Moss Puppets as anything of consequence at all.
With a wave of his hand, a streak of white blade-qi lashed out, as fast as lightning, sweeping across the bodies of these Moss Puppets in an instant.
At the touch of the blade-qi, they turned into dust on the spot.
The whole process took but a fleeting second, and all of them were killed with a single strike in an instant.
Following that, Xu Changqing pressed on deeper into Qiong Valley, where the surrounding Decay Aura gradually grew denser, and the air echoed with faint, fragmented whispers that sounded like weeping or laughing.
Listening to them for long left one feeling unsettled.
Probing with his Divine Sense, Xu Changqing discovered that over a dozen translucent figures were floating ahead, and they were precisely Echo Souls.
These monsters were transformed from the remnant souls of dead cultivators and lacked physical forms, constantly murmuring their obsessions from life in their mouths while their voices carried strong mental interference.
If an ordinary cultivator were here, they would easily be backlashed by the obsessions, leading to utter chaos in their state of mind.
Facing these Echo Souls, Xu Changqing's expression remained unchanged.
Yet this time, he did not resort to formless force; with a thought in his mind, the Chaos Dharma Aspect loomed vaguely behind him,