Border of the Snow Country.
Light snow, silent.
Song Yan sat cross-legged on a quiet cliff, allowing the falling snow to obscure the sky and blur his eyes.
Behind him, a black banner fluttered fiercely.
What his Divine Soul once achieved, transforming hundreds of thousands of living souls within the Myriad Souls Banner into vengeful spirits that could still reside within, was no longer possible.
His Divine Soul was now a great furnace flowing with gray light.
He could melt hundreds of thousands of living souls onto the surface of his Divine Soul, but could no longer let them leave.
The increase in quantity would not result in a qualitative change, it would only make his Divine Soul unwieldy, a state perhaps useful in certain scenarios, but certainly not suitable for daily existence.
However, this was unimportant, for Song Yan, through intelligent deduction, had discovered a better solution.
