The Nascent Soul convulsed, its light flickering. Lin Mu steadied his breath, weaving the Sutra tighter, until finally the soul's screams faded into silence. What remained was nothing more than a husk of fading essence, stripped of secrets and strength.
He let the black-red light fade, opening his eyes. His body trembled slightly, but his gaze was steady.
Lin Mu took a minute to compose himself, as well as erase any trace of the devlish aura remaining in the room with the Severing Heart Sutra and the Calming Heart sutra, before sending a message to the Grand Elder.
Grand Elder Huo who had been waiting in his room all this time returned upon Lin Mu's call. "You succeeded."
Lin Mu nodded slowly.
His mind was still swirling with the flood of memories, but clarity was already forming. "The Drowned Crescent Cult was only one piece. The Ephemera Sect… they are pulling the strings of more than I thought.
