Meanwhile, deep within the Soulbirth Sect.
This was one of the sect's forbidden grounds, the Bone-Melting Pool.
The dark green water boiled year-round, constantly releasing steam that could temper the body and shrouding the place in the splendor of an immortal paradise.
Beside a stone table on the pool's bank.
A seated figure slowly opened his eyes and sighed.
It was none other than Wei Ting, the Soulbirth Sect's second elder from earlier!
At that moment, he held his right hand open, palm up.
The two faint points of light that had been hovering above it were rapidly dimming at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Those were Luo Yin and Xu Feng's life-soul imprints.
Their fading meant their lives were slipping away.
"Alas..."
Watching his palm quickly become empty, Wei Ting could not help shaking his head.
"How useless."
"The disciples of Waterborn Peak really do get worse with every generation."
"I gave them a formation, intelligence, and even the chance to strike first, yet they could barely manage to probe his capabilities. They even threw away their lives in the process."
In the dark green pool not far away.
The Grand Elder, Venerable Withered Glory, sat cross-legged. His withered body steadily grew robust, and even his facial features filled out once more.
At those words, he turned his deathly pale eyes toward Wei Ting.
"Both imprints shattered. So they failed?"
"No."
The disdain on Wei Ting's face faded somewhat, replaced by a smile.
"Useless though they were, they still succeeded."
"Those two not only let me witness that boy's soul techniques."
"More importantly, I observed that Zhou Yan had already lost her primal yin. This Ye Li truly is someone we can use!"
"He's practically a demonic seed tailor-made for our Soulbirth Sect!"
At this point, his