Chapter 2309
- "What is it, hearing the words 'Ethereal Lumin Hold' makes you anxious?" Mystic Vale spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying the chill of the abyss from the Nine Nether Hells. Each word struck the soul of the sect leader of Ethereal Lumin Hold: "A thousand years have passed, and you have played mute in this Soul-Binding Jade Cage for nearly a millennium. Now you finally move? What a pity, even if you shout yourself hoarse, she cannot hear you. Even if she does, she cannot save you. Instead, your broken soul will only hold her tightly in your grasp."
- The soul of the sect leader of Ethereal Lumin Hold trembled violently. The originally weak fluctuations of spiritual energy suddenly intensified, and more soul fibers drifted from the cracks. He stared fixedly at Mystic Vale, hatred nearly overflowing from his eyes. Using all the strength left in his body, he finally squeezed out a voice so faint it was almost inaudible, hoarse as a broken bell, filled with endless anger and pain: "Mystic Vale, you fiend, all of this concerns Ethereal Lumin Hold. Everything should come at me."
- His voice was too weak, intermittent, and with every word, his soul curled up in pain. The runes of the Soul-Binding Jade Cage seemed almost sentient, sensing the fluctuations of his soul power, instantly emitting a cold light. A fine, electric pain swept through his entire soul, a torment that struck at the very essence of his original soul, a hundred times more unbearable than the tortures of the Mortal Realm or the boiling oil of the Netherworld.