Chapter 5508 Invincible Presence
- That killing intent hung so thick it seemed to leech warmth from the very stones beneath their knees.
- The Soul Urn had always been the beating black heart of the Malevolent Path Hall. Inside that bone-white vessel drifted nearly a thousand shimmering soul threads—each one a captive whisper torn from some unlucky cultivator, each one refined into raw power the hall intended to swallow and wield.
- Now the urn lay in smoking shards, and the harvest of souls had scattered like ash on the wind. For Stebarin, the loss struck like a hammer to the ribs; his grand design staggered, and fury rushed in to fill the gap.