The chains here were all forged from divine metal. Clearly, Tang San had placed tremendous importance on the Plane Will. Unfortunately, he had failed to account for Huo Yuhao, and all his efforts had merely sewn a wedding dress for someone else.
Once Nine-Color's restraints were removed, Seven-Color threw herself onto Nine-Color's corpse. "Huo Yuhao, you died so horribly! Huo Yuhao, you died so horribly!"
Huo Yuhao slowly stepped forward. Hearing Seven-Color's wails, he grabbed Nine-Color's dragon tail and kicked Seven-Color away. "You're crying at the wrong grave. This is your grave, not mine."
He then sent Seven-Color and Nine-Color's corpse into the Light Plane together. After taking one last look at the place, he, too, departed.
After he left, the entire space collapsed. This was inevitable. Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin, had created this space in the first place. Now that both of them were dead, no one remained to sustain it, and the surrounding walls no longer had the roots of Blue Silver Grass to hold back the pressure. The immense gravity bore down directly, reducing the entire space to rubble.
The bodies of Tang Hao and the Blue Silver Emperor were locked in a tight embrace. Sharing a grave in death meant their love had not been entirely in vain.
Having acquired another two God Level souls, Huo Yuhao raced back to the Undead Holy Magic Cult without stopping. After sacrificing the two souls, his Mangekyō Sharingan successfully recovered another two soul fragments for him.
By now, his plan to restore Huo Yun'er's soul was one-third complete, and her complexion had grown increasingly rosy. But Huo Yuhao knew this was actually only the beginning. Once he had fully recalled her soul, he would still need to help her nourish it. In other words,