A hundred thousand remnant souls were no small number. After slaughtering those demons and evil ghosts, Zhang Yuan made no further moves, concentrating instead on refining their souls and breaking through to the nascent soul realm.
Just then, his celestial perception suddenly warned him of danger. Zhang Yuan frowned and shifted his feet, traversing space to appear nine hundred meters away.
His magic power at the perfection of the golden core realm already allowed him to traverse space freely within a thousand-meter radius.
As Zhang Yuan refined the hundred thousand remnant souls in his palm, he raised his eyes slightly toward the spot he had just occupied. Black energy spilled from his moon-white Daoist robe as he refined the souls.
The one who had ambushed him was a ghost deity of the [Nether Void Death-Inscribing Palace].
He stood two and a half meters tall, with a black beard and black robes, wielding a great saber with a gleaming blade. His presence was fierce. Apart from being far taller than an ordinary person, he showed not a single demonic feature. Clearly, he was a high-ranking ghost deity of the Demon King Palace, though Zhang Yuan had no idea what position he held in the [Nether Void Death-Inscribing Palace].
"Who goes there?" Zhang Yuan asked.
The black-robed ghost deity held his great saber across his body and answered in a muffled voice, "Duanlu."
"So it's you..."
Zhang Yuan spoke with an air of sudden realization.
Duanlu frowned and asked in confusion, "You know..."
Boom!
Before he could finish his bewildered question, a thick bolt of lightning surged toward him.
Duanlu raised his great saber and cleaved apart the heavenly lightning, which specifically countered demons and evil ghosts. Anger filled his eyes as he looked at Zhang Yuan.
"No, I don't."
Zhang Yuan