"Is this... the Soul-Nourishing Grounds?"
Seeing the lush black forest beneath his feet, Xiao Yan looked momentarily speechless.
No wonder the Yin-Yang Saint Flame had grown much more restless since he arrived. It had encountered its original owner.
With that thought, the two slowly descended.
Compared to the magnificent scenery elsewhere in the Xiao Clan, the Soul-Nourishing Grounds were eerily sinister. Besides the tall, gloomy soul-nourishing wood growing unchecked all around, towering stone pillars stood throughout the grounds.
Strange, profound runes covered the pillars, and several illusory souls were bound to some of them.
Jet-black chains linked the pillars, slowly extracting the soul origin from those souls.
If outsiders saw this scene straight out of the underworld, they would probably mistake this place for an evil land steeped in sinister energy.
But the Hun Clan had invented all these dirty techniques back then. What did that have to do with the Xiao Clan?
Xiao Yan felt not a shred of pity for the souls bound to the pillars.
Most of them were scoundrels who relied on their strength to commit evil across the continent without restraint.
Could using such methods against people like these really be called evil sorcery?
This was robbing the rich to aid the poor, punishing evil and promoting good!
With the Xiao Clan's strength, if they had hunted down souls indiscriminately to extract their soul origin, the Yao Clan and the Pill Tower would have been captured into extinction long ago.
And Xiao Shaobei's soul cultivation would not have remained at heaven realm great perfection. He would have reached the emperor realm long ago.
With those thoughts, the two continued onward. After walking several hundred zhang, a pitch-black pool appeared before Xiao Yan.
In the pool, a handsome, devilishly alluring young man with hair that was