Slightly ragged breathing echoed through the cave. Only after a long while did it gradually subside. Xiao Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sank into thought.
Xiao Yan believed that everything he had just witnessed was the battle Dugu Bo had mentioned, fought between Tang Hao and the people of Spirit Hall more than ten years ago. As for why he had been able to glimpse it, he attributed that to his soul soul power.
Xiao Yan did not know what that terrifying blood-red hand, which had shattered a fragment of his soul, actually was. The only thing he knew was that even if he unleashed Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus now, he would still be no match for it.
"Why were the people of Spirit Hall hunting Tang Hao? And what was that bloody light radiating from my mother? What did the people of Spirit Hall mean by 'sacrifice'? Where did that foreign soul that possessed Tang San's body come from? Who was manipulating all of this?"
Xiao Yan muttered under his breath. A moment later, he rubbed his forehead, though inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever else had happened, he now had some leads concerning his mother's identity and whereabouts.
As long as he had a lead, there was a chance.
"Mother... wait for me." His fists slowly clenched, and resolve glimmered in his eyes. He rose and exhaled deeply. Soul power surged through his body like a flood, gradually driving out the chill within him.
Although he was merely a Soul King now, he was still very young. Given enough time, Xiao Yan believed that the next time he encountered that terrifying blood-red hand, he would not suffer another defeat without even the strength to fight back.
As he slowly cleared the distracting