A gust of wind swept across the wasteland, carrying with it a hint of desolate chill.
The Old Ghost's eyelids twitched and he slowly opened his eyes. The blinding sunlight made him squint involuntarily, and at the focus of his gaze, a tall figure stood with his back to him.
He recognized at a glance that it was Qin Tian.
In an instant, Old Ghost's muscles tensed abruptly, and his soul power instinctively wanted to surge, but before he could make any move to resist, a strong sense of submission from the depths of his soul suddenly surged into his heart like a tide, causing a strange numbness throughout his body, rendering even his fingertips immobile.
What's... happening to me?
Old Ghost's pupils constricted sharply, and his soul power unconsciously probed inward, only to discover to his horror that at the center of his Sea of Souls, a dark golden Soul Seal was suspended, the oppressive presence emitted from its flowing patterns firmly locking down the essence of his soul.
