Upon hearing this ancient, timeworn voice, the remaining two Quasi-Emperors of You Country all showed extreme delight in their eyes.
"It's the Soul Master, the master has awakened!"
To make two Quasi-Emperors so delighted and speak with respect, calling him master.
This Soul Master must be quite a figure.
A spectral figure, appearing silently like a shadow.
Surprisingly, he lacks the majestic aura that shakes through eternity, and the overwhelming Emperor's Might that engulfs star rivers.
Yet just standing there, cold and eerie, as if where he stood were the Netherworld, the Yellow Springs.
The elder in a black robe, his spine slightly hunched.
An ancient bronze lamp held in his hand.
In the flame of the lamp, millions of faces emerged.
All were beings fallen on the battlefield before.
Most were people of You Country, with a minority from the allied cultivators.
However, the elder's face was cold and merciless.
