Just then, an icy voice rang out.
"Boy, did you think I drew your consciousness into the Purple Firmament Palace merely to beat the grass and startle the snake?"
The blood-colored figure froze.
"So what if you drew me here? You can't do anything to me anyway."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun shook his head helplessly.
"Begin. Capture his soul."
The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa instantly took their positions in the four directions.
They sealed the Purple Firmament Palace tight.
Their fingers deftly formed hand seals.
Strange chains emerged from their bodies.
Those illusory chains bound the blood man fast.
Agonized howls followed immediately.
The blood man struggled without cease.
"Damn it, this is impossible!"
"How could you possibly bind my soul?"
"I possess the phantom god body! No one in this world can bind my soul!"
Hongjun smiled faintly.
"No matter how special your soul is, I determine the laws of heaven and earth here. Once you enter this place, you fall under my authority."
"I put a great deal of thought and effort into creating this little world."
The blood man's face turned livid. He had never imagined that the man before him, simply to capture him,
Would go to such painstaking lengths to establish a little world.
This time, he fell utterly silent.
If someone accidentally entered another world, they had to obey its rules.
And if that world's rules specifically targeted their soul, there was nothing they could do but await death.
Soon, once the man's soul was under control,
Dao Ancestor Hongjun eagerly began searching it.
As he did so, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's expression darkened and shifted, revealing his extreme anger.
"Fools! Utter fools! So many people in the Primordial World have already become their agents!"
The information he found in the soul alone was enough