Clouds and mist shrouded everything around them, blotting out the sky and sun.
They saw four thick, heavy iron chains binding a handsome, powerfully built man. A slight demon cultivator wrapped in a gray robe stood before him, casting some sort of curse.
The man was clearly in immense pain. Veins bulged on his arms, and sweat rolled down his temples, yet he never made a sound.
A woman in white with a graceful figure walked in and asked the gray-robed demon cultivator, "What's going on? Why does he still have his memories?"
The gray-robed demon cultivator replied respectfully, "Lady Bai Xi, his will is far too strong. I have cast the Yin-Yang Soul-Control Curse on him countless times, but none of them could shake his resolve. I hear True Lord Hengyan of the Eastern Sea has the Soul-Washing Jade. Why not steal it from him and wash away this man's divine soul? That would make casting the Yin-Yang Soul-Control Curse much easier."
Bai Xi had no patience whatsoever. "I have a Soul-Shattering Lamp I obtained from my elder brother. Let's try that."
"Well..." The gray-robed demon cultivator sounded troubled. "The Soul-Shattering Lamp can easily damage a cultivator's divine soul. In severe cases, they may lose all their cultivation. Lady Bai Xi, please think twice."
"All I need is an obedient puppet." Bai Xi's expression was icy. "You need only follow my orders. Don't concern yourself with anything else."
With that, Bai Xi tossed a lamp to the gray-robed cultivator.
They watched the gray-robed cultivator activate the Soul-Shattering Lamp. Eerie blue motes sank into the man's sea of consciousness. Then they saw him clench his fists in agony, making the chains clatter violently.
Bai Xi reached out, stroking the man's face from a distance. A feverish gleam entered her eyes