Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea.
Lin Chang'an's escape light sped through the skies, finally landing on a deserted, unnamed island.
As he touched down, he immediately set up an array with a wave of his hand.
Then he released the Cyan-Horned Bull and the Phoenix Cry Bird, only then did Lin Chang'an reveal a solemn expression, looking down at the scroll in his hand.
"Don't invoke your Soul-devouring Curse anymore."
As the calming talisman slowly fell away, a weak voice emanated from within the scroll.
As the scroll unfolded, the image of the red-clothed female cultivator dimmed slightly, clearly affected by the previous activation of the Soul-devouring Curse by Huang Tianxiao.
"Friend, or perhaps Senior."
At this moment, beneath Lin Chang'an's cold gaze, he had discreetly left the Soul-devouring Curse on the scroll.
It didn't matter whether the other party noticed, the Soul-devouring Curse was indeed the best way to deal with this remnant soul sealed within the magical treasure.
