"The Netherworld Soul Seal..."
The Seven Baleful Nether Venerable gripped the pitch-black seal tightly, his seven eerie vertical pupils gleaming with unprecedented excitement.
Boom!
An immense mass of dense gray mist erupted from his body and poured into the seal.
The next moment, the seal flickered faintly, then returned to normal.
The Seven Baleful Nether Venerable put away the seal, smugness filling his eerily handsome face. "The Master of the Era? The Twelve Ancient Sects?"
"Before I emerge, ten million soul slaves will surely leave you scorched and scrambling. You will never know just how powerful my race's methods truly are!"
After murmuring to himself, he closed his eyes again, and his life aura began to strengthen slowly.
The increase was exceedingly slow, yet exceedingly steady. Even under the suppression of the twelve runic chains, it never stopped.
From Primordial Antiquity until now, he had spent millions of years striving to break free of the chains and regain his freedom.
And in no more than three years, these days without a glimpse of the sun would finally end!
At the very moment the Seven Baleful Nether Venerable activated the Netherworld Soul Seal.
Boom!
Deep in a rarely visited mountain range on the Central Continent, several formidable auras suddenly erupted. A vast halo of blood-red light shot into the sky and persisted for half the time it took to drink a cup of tea!
"Ah! Aaaah!"
Beneath the bloody light, the eyes of three Golden Core rogue cultivators cultivating there filled with dense crimson, and agonized screams of struggle tore from their mouths.
They had originally been only at the golden core middle stage, with even the strongest merely at the golden core sixth layer. Yet now their life auras surged relentlessly, instantly reaching the seventh layer of golden core!