"Buzzzz..."
What Xu Taiping had never expected was that this muddled promise of his would nearly scatter his soul and disperse his spirit.
For the instant his words fell, Kunwu, Human Sovereign, the Broken Sword of Po Jun Sword, and the thirty-odd remaining Dragon Divine Weapons all tried to establish contact with his soul.
When a Spirit Weapon tried to establish contact with your soul, it was actually acknowledging you as its master.
The problem was that these thirty-odd Dragon Divine Weapons, together with three Immortal Swords, were all requesting to acknowledge him as their master at once. To Xu Taiping's soul, this was simply an unbearable weight.
Even though these three Immortal Swords and dozens of Dragon Divine Weapons were doing so of their own accord.
Had his soul cultivation in the Spirit Refining Realm not reached the rare thirteenth level after his trials in the Mysterious Wasteland Tower, his soul would certainly have been scattered and his spirit dispersed by now.
"Buzzzzz..."
Feeling the tinnitus-like buzzing in his mind, Xu Taiping dazedly felt as though he had returned to the Seven Peaks Grand Competition, when he had used his soul to control the ship-ballast iron.
The Pain of Soul Weeping back then had been exactly like this.
And this pain instantly cleared away much of Xu Taiping's drunkenness.
So he tried to communicate with the three Immortal Swords beside him and the Dragon Divine Weapons overhead. "Everyone, with you doing this, I..."
But before he could finish, the intoxication that the Pain of Soul Weeping had just dispersed surged back twice as strongly.
Abruptly, as the wine went to his head, Xu Taiping's eyes grew hazy with drunkenness once more.
Just then, amid earthshaking rumbles, great masses of black shadows swept out of the black vortex at the