Black Water Island, Poison Pool Hall.
Within the blood-red spiritual talisman, a wisp of residual soul lingered, the flickering white spiritual light revealing his inner turmoil.
Deep in his subconscious, he knew he shouldn't take such a risk.
But now, he only had a residual soul left. If he didn't act boldly and plan, was he truly going to wait for time to slip away?
That Sword Cultivator is only at the Early Stage Golden Core, but with excellent root bones, it's a heaven-sent opportunity!
"There shouldn't be any flaws exposed..."
"Nine parts true, one part false, and feigned being forced to hand over the Dharma Seal..."
"This seal is extremely secretive, even a Daoist Embryo cannot perceive its profound mystery. As long as he cultivates, the great plan will be achieved..."
Within the spiritual talisman, the residual soul of Master Soul Cloud continuously contemplated, replaying his own words and actions just now.
"Boom!!"
