When You Want Someone Else's Advice, Ask Your Own Heart First

"Don't lose heart. At least we still had three days to live."

Xuan Zi had invited the continent's most powerful factions and national leaders to witness this grand execution of Evil Soul Masters.

"The irony was that the people who wanted nothing more than to grind our bones to dust had become the reason we lived three whole days longer."

Shrek, Sea God Island, deep within the underwater prison.

Ma Xiaotao watched the fish swimming beyond the Soul Power barrier and the yellowed seaweed drifting with the current. Black-red Evil Fire flared once more in her palm.

Its faint light flickered through the dark water, steadily draining her Soul Power as it barely illuminated the cell.

The prison stood in the deepest part of Sea God Island, with only a fist-wide gap at its top. Every day at noon, sunlight refracted through the water for less than half an hour. The rest of the time brought nothing but endless darkness and oppression.

Jiang Hao's eyes were shut. He had remained like that ever since waking yesterday.

He knew it was the first day because, whenever the morning sun rose, a Clone that no means could bar would appear beside him.

This time, perhaps because someone was with him, the Clone had not appeared in the prison. Instead, he had descended straight into Jiang Hao's Sea of Consciousness. (The secret he had hidden for fear of discovery had become the surest way to keep itself secret.)

"Body Sect old thief, we're almost there!"

Tower Bro's voice exploded in Jiang Hao's mind. Since regaining consciousness, Jiang Hao had monitored everything outside through his Clones.

To clear himself of suspicion and prove his innocence, Xuan Zi had made a great show of inviting experts from across the continent to watch.

That foolish move