"You see? The ninth Lost Soul Stone has lit up. That Demon Emperor Venerable really passed the Nine Trials of the Lost Soul!"
Someone said in utter shock, their voice trembling.
The upper echelons of the six branch clans all wore expressions of disbelief.
According to legend, even a genius like Wang Cangjue had only passed eight trials and ultimately lacked the strength to attempt the ninth.
Yet Lu Ren, an outsider, had passed every trial on his very first attempt at the Nine Trials of the Lost Soul. How stunningly unparalleled was that?
"If Ancestor Wang Cangjue knew this in the underworld, he should be quite gratified, shouldn't he?"
"Gratified my ass. An outsider passed the Nine Trials of the Lost Soul—where does that leave the faces of our clan's younger generation?"
Many shook their heads, bitter smiles curling at their lips.
"Palace Lord, the Young Master's talent is actually this powerful!"
Miao Fang could not help crying out.
"Unfortunately, he drank the Blood Crow Divine Water. One day, he will become its slave and ultimately be controlled by the Undead Race!"
Empress Fanyin shook her head and sighed helplessly.
"Palace Lord, as long as we gather enough Blood Crow Divine Water for him, can't we solve the problem?"
Xuan Yi suggested.
"But there will always come a day when it is all used up!"
Worry surfaced on Empress Fanyin's face. She feared that once the six drops of Blood Crow Divine Water Lu Ren possessed were exhausted, his bloodline would become useless. By then, he would hold no value whatsoever in the eyes of the Lost Soul Clan.
It could be said that the more monstrous Lu Ren's current performance was, the harder he would fall once his talent vanished.
At that moment, the nine Lost Soul Stones