But that meant the millions of souls hated the banner's master to the bone. They would seize any chance to turn on him.
In the end, one moment of carelessness would be enough for his own Treasured Artifact to kill him. That was the nature of many Demonic Cult techniques and treasures.
The souls of those killed by Holy Salt, however, had been slowly eroded and burned away while they were still alive. By the end, their emotions, desires, awareness, and memories had all been worn down to almost nothing.
Such Ghost Creatures probably did not even know how to resist. They naturally lacked ferocity, so this so-called Million-Soul Banner would not be much stronger than a genuine Ten-Thousand-Soul Banner.
But the force of its backlash was reduced a thousandfold... Tang Changsheng could not help admiring it. This was unquestionably the work of a genius—an evil genius.
"I wouldn't presume to boast, but yes, it was I." Li Qinghe smiled modestly and said at his leisure, "In fact, the souls lured in by Holy Salt would originally have been devoured by those so-called High Gods in the end...
"It was all thanks to you, fellow Daoist. You killed several High Gods in succession, leaving almost nowhere for those souls to go... So they fell into my hands. Really, I ought to thank you!"
"It seems you've done rather well among the Long-Haired Remnants. Why are you blocking my way now?"
Li Qinghe smiled. "I owe it all to you, fellow Daoist. If you hadn't killed off those old fellows among the Long-Haired Remnants, how would I ever have had the chance to rise?"
Tang Changsheng snorted. It felt as though he had thrown a punch into empty air, unable to bring any of his strength to bear.
From anyone else,