The existence of such a region would naturally draw countless cultivators rushing toward it, wave after wave.
And whenever someone died, the Soul Sea's effects and power would grow a little stronger.
After the accumulation of countless ages, who could imagine what this eerie Soul Sea would become?
Xu Xuan even vaguely sensed that this Soul Sea itself definitely possessed reason and life!
Even if it originally had neither, how could it remain that way after absorbing vast quantities of remnant souls and resentment?
"Boy from a later age, I won't hand my Inheritance over to a piece of trash!"
The surrounding space quietly shifted. An old man dressed in the distinctive clothing of ancient times was staring fixedly at Xu Xuan with a scrutinizing, disdainful gaze.
"What do you intend to teach me, senior?"
Xu Xuan already knew that all the Inheritance bearers here were actually the remnant souls and resentment of those who had once died horrific deaths here.
So he looked calmly at the old man, no longer bothering to muster any emotion.
"Cultivation Techniques and combat techniques, Divine Abilities and Laws, are all external things! Those are merely means, not ends!"
"Naturally, I won't teach you such trivial branches and twigs!"
Unexpectedly, this old man was incredibly haughty, starting off by singing his own praises.
Xu Xuan was somewhat speechless. He watched the other party silently, without the slightest interest in asking further.
"What I'll teach you is the Slaughter Dao! The only question is whether you're worthy of cultivating it!"
The old man waited for a long time, only to find that Xu Xuan showed no reaction. He could only snort and volunteer the answer.
"The Slaughter Dao?"
Xu Xuan froze at these words. This touched upon the level of the Dao. Could that also