In Nether City, in the Western Region of the Central Plains, a massive black hall spanning several hundred zhang stood in a valley shrouded in black mist. The valley was utterly silent, so silent that it made one's hair stand on end. Across the entire Dou Qi Continent, only one faction possessed such an eerie atmosphere. This was one of the Soul Hall's branch halls.
This branch hall was not particularly large, however. After all, this was a relatively remote corner of the Central Plains, and the location held no particular importance, so only two Dou Zun experts had been stationed here. Even this bare-minimum garrison, though, was enough to drown some of the Central Plains' first-rate factions in blood.
Inside the enormous black hall, countless chains wreathed in black mist stretched outward. Within that mist, faint, translucent human figures could just barely be seen. Anyone with a little knowledge who witnessed this sight would have been shocked to discover that they were all soul bodies!
The Soul Hall had long been infamous throughout the continent for harvesting soul bodies, but few knew that the so-called Soul Hall Protectors it used to hunt them were actually soul bodies themselves! Indeed, many had originally been captured by the Soul Hall and had chosen to join it and serve it to stay alive.
"A spatial barrier... The same tired old trick, without anything new." Standing amid the black mist, Xiao Yan looked up at the slightly distorted sky and gently shook his head. With a light wave of his hand, the invisible barrier enveloping the valley silently vanished, replaced by a spatial barrier of his own making.
Given Xiao Yan's mastery of spatial power, even a Half-Saint would need some time to break through the spatial seal he had established, let alone