After that angry rebuke, the young cultivator of the Jiang family abruptly fell silent, as though the scolding had brought him to his senses. He merely kept groaning in agony.
For cultivators, the pain of injuries to flesh, blood, tendons, and bones was bearable. Only pain of the divine soul, especially the agony of having it burned, was utterly beyond endurance without tremendous willpower.
Soon, it was not just the Jiang family junior. More and more juniors from the aristocratic clans let out heartrending screams, unable to endure the burning pain in their divine souls.
Some of those inside the Spring Rain Pavilion could not bear to watch or listen.
Yet the situation before them forced them to listen, forced them to watch.
The Little Commandery Princess Chu Xiaoxiao, who was covering her ears with both hands, suddenly frowned and asked in bewilderment, "Why are those Dragon Catchers mostly all right instead?"
At her words, everyone else looked puzzled as well.
They had noticed that although the Dragon Catchers in the image had also become human candles, the flames on most of them were very weak. On some, the flames had not even ignited.
Xiahou You ventured a guess:
"Could it be because of the restrictions in the Immortal Burial Ruins?"
Beside her, Xiahou Qingyuan shook his head.
"It should not be just because of the restrictions in the Immortal Burial Ruins. Their own divine souls must also be a factor. Otherwise, that commoner whom Demon Emperor Li Yezhu used to take his place would not have died so quickly."
Everyone nodded at his words.
Just then, Old Martial God Zhu Huai, whose eyes had remained fixed on the illusory image before him, suddenly knitted his brows and murmured:
"The Dragon Catchers inside the Immortal Burial Ruins are all cultivators