Bai Xianming remained expressionless, standing guard beside the talisman seal.
Mao Yousan's expression did not change either. In fact, a smile slowly appeared on his face.
He was still rolling two Yang Spirit Great Cores in his hand.
"I never lied to you. Whoever lasts until the end and devours the most souls will have a chance to withstand the Great Core's cleansing."
"The next step beyond a False Yin Spirit is becoming a Corpse-Liberation Immortal, but you've lost the right to become one, and I can't help you regain it. Yang Spirit Projection is what I promised, and I will deliver. Even my disciple can do it. Do you think I can't?"
"It's simply a question of which of you will qualify in the end."
"Don't any of you have the confidence that you'll be the one?"
"Wouldn't that make your existence utterly meaningless and worthless?"
Mao Yousan's eyes narrowed to slits, and his smile deepened.
"If you don't think you can do it, I'll let someone very confident in."
Mao Yousan raised his hand, holding a Calling Bell.
Then he flicked his hand, throwing the Calling Bell into the Talisman Array!
A piercing sound rang out.
A soul emerged!
Its density was no less than that of any of the False Yin Spirits!
Guo Sanhe stared darkly at Mao Yousan. "What exactly are you up to? Is this why you captured me?"
"You never had a chance to begin with. We were fellow disciples, after all. I'm giving you this opportunity, and you still don't want it?"
"They're about to attack."
The Great Cores spun faster in Mao Yousan's hand. The dozen or so False Yin Spirits from Divine Firmament Mountain had already begun surrounding Guo Sanhe!
None of them could bring themselves to attack their own.
Guo