275: Chapter 273 Divine Soul Shadow Weaving Technique

However, to Yue Xiaoxiao standing in the center of the dungeon, this sound was like the most beautiful symphony in the world.

"Hee hee hee... it sounds so good."

On Yue Xiaoxiao's pale and tender little face, a sweet smile bloomed that was pure to a horrifying degree.

She stretched out her small, bloodless hands, which seemed to be carved from the finest mutton-fat jade, and lightly plucked at the air.

Under the guidance of her fingertips, those shredded Soul fragments actually turned into transparent threads that glowed with a faint, eerie light.

"Revered Master, look."

Yue Xiaoxiao didn't turn around, but merely tilted her face slightly, showing off her masterpiece to Su Lin in an extremely boastful tone.

"If it were the previous Xiaoxiao, facing this kind of brand, it might take a bit of effort and even result in the loss of some memory fragments."

"But it's different now."

The corners of Yue Xiaoxiao's mouth curled into an exaggerated arc, revealing two rows of fine, forest-white teeth.

That smile, paired with her pitch-black eyes and reflected in the eerie green ghost fire, appeared indescribably strange and terrifying.

"Xiaoxiao is at the Mahayana Stage now! And... within Xiaoxiao's Divine Soul, there is the aura of your supreme Law, Revered Master!"

"Click."

As the final movement of her fingers fell.

Those thousands of transparent threads formed from Soul fragments were actually woven by her in mid-air into a palm-sized, crystal-clear marionette!

The marionette's features were blurred, but the aura it emitted was exactly that of the dead Mahayana Stage Death Soldier!

"If he doesn't want to speak, then Xiaoxiao will help him speak."

Yue Xiaoxiao extended a finger and lightly hooked a main thread at the top of the marionette's head.

"Soul Searching Techniques are too low-level; that's like flipping through someone's diary."

"Xiaoxiao's [Divine Soul Shadow Weaving Art] makes him act out the secrets hidden in the marrow of his bones, bit by bit, exactly as they happened."

"Only... this process will be ten thousand times more painful than being snipped into pieces just now. Big brother, you have to hold on."

Yue Xiaoxiao gave the little marionette a sweet smile.

The next second, she suddenly jerked her finger upward!

"AAAAHHHHH!!!!"

The palm-sized transparent marionette suddenly began to twitch violently.

This sound penetrated the dungeon walls, plunging the entire back mountain Forbidden Ground into a deathly cold.

The expressions of the four female Disciples standing behind Su Lin were all different.

"This shorty looks like a porcelain doll, but if you cut her open, she's full of black water. These methods are even more disgusting than Fifth Senior Sister's."

Luo Ximei narrowed her platinum-colored right eye, her gaze deep.

She was also an expert at manipulating Souls, with tens of thousands of evil ghosts in her myriad soul banner, but she had to admit that in the most microscopic and cruel dissection and reconstruction of Divine Souls, the ghost-path specialist Yue Xiaoxiao before her had truly reached a horrifying extreme.

"As expected of an old monster trapped in the Jiming Ghost Domain for a thousand years," Luo Ximei snorted coldly, "her heart has long since become twisted beyond recognition."

Chu Weiwei was staring intently at the marionette, a small notebook appearing in her hand at some point, which she was quickly scribbling in while muttering: "So Souls can be woven like hemp rope after being shredded... if [Bone-Eroding Soul-Dissipating Powder] is injected during this process, will the pain double again? I can try it on a live person next time..."

Mu Qingxue still wore her ice-mountain face, but the air temperature around her had dropped to the freezing point, and a thin layer of frost covered the bluestone slabs beneath her feet.

She extremely loathed such scenes filled with Death Qi and torture. If Revered Master hadn't been here, she would have long since frozen this dungeon along with this morbid ghost Cultivator into ice shards with a single sword strike.

"Quiet."

Su Lin's voice wasn't loud, yet it was crystal clear amidst the screams filling the dungeon.

He didn't look at the reactions of his disciples behind him; his deep gaze remained calmly fixed on Yue Xiaoxiao and the marionette in her hand.

"Get to the point."

There wasn't a hint of pity in Su Lin's tone for the Death Soldier. Since he dared to run wild on his territory and harbor Killing Intent toward his disciples, he had to be prepared to endure the most cruel Soul-searching.

"Yes, Revered Master."

Hearing Su Lin's voice, Yue Xiaoxiao immediately retracted her twisted smile and nodded vigorously like an obedient student giving a report.

She lightly brushed her other hand through the air.

"Buzz."

The transparent marionette, which had been struggling frantically, suddenly stopped its screams. Its body began to spread out like a melting candle, turning into a grayish-white light screen about ten feet wide.

The light screen flickered a few times, and an extremely clear, immersive scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

In the image was a world of deathly silent gray heaven and earth.

At the end of the line of sight stood a massive building so magnificent it felt oppressive.

It was an inverted pyramid made entirely of some kind of black metal!

The tip of the pyramid pierced straight into the depths of the ground, while the broad base vanished into the ashen clouds, like a giant iron nail driven into the heart of this world.

The entire building's surface had no windows, only dense, strange runes flickering with a faint, eerie light.

These runes weren't carved on; instead, they were like blood vessels, slowly wriggling and breathing on the building's surface.

"Where is this?" Su Hongling's eyes widened. She had never seen such a place in any records or rumors of the Cultivation World.

"This is not the continent we are on."

Cold Moon's brow furrowed. As an Empress, she knew the geography of the world's nine provinces like the back of her hand. "This aura of absolute deathly silent Law. This is definitely not a naturally formed landscape."

The scene zoomed in.

The perspective followed the Mahayana Stage Death Soldier into the interior of this inverted pyramid.

The interior space was unimaginably vast, with thick black pillars supporting the dome.

In the very center of the hall was a massive, bottomless circular hole.

Above the hole hovered a sphere emitting a faint light.

Looking closely, that sphere was actually composed of countless translucent Divine Souls squeezed and blended together in painful struggle!

Just then, a person appeared in the image.

He had his back to the Death Soldier, wearing a voluminous grey robe with a hood covering his head, making his face invisible.

But the aura he emitted caused Luo Ximei and the others outside the light screen to feel an indescribable palpitation.

"Venerable Emissary."

From the image came the Death Soldier's respectful and fearful voice.

The Grey-Robed Figure slowly turned around.

"The coordinates for the Jiuzhou Chamber of Commerce's Star Sea Treasury have been confirmed."

The Grey-Robed Figure's voice came out, exactly the tooth-grinding mechanical friction sound Su Lin had heard before in the forest of jagged rocks.

"This is a [boundary-breaking divine talisman]. Take the four members of the Shadow Squad and retrieve it."

The Death Soldier respectfully took the talisman with both hands but couldn't help asking: "Venerable Emissary, that is merely the treasury of a Lower Realm chamber of commerce. Although there are many Spiritual Veins, it seems..."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

The Grey-Robed Figure's voice suddenly turned cold, and the surrounding space instantly rippled with a layer of gray waves.

The Death Soldier was so terrified he immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over: "This subordinate knows his crime!"

"Inside, there is something we are looking for."

The Grey-Robed Figure didn't kill him directly but turned his head to look at the massive Soul sphere hovering above the hole.

"The date for the [Great Harvest] has been moved forward from the estimate."

"The Heavenly Dao rules of this Lower Realm have already begun an irreversible collapse."

"Especially recently, several Law fluctuations beyond our control have made those above very unhappy."

"We need more energy to fill the gap in the [Reception Altar]."

"That woman from the Jiuzhou Chamber of Commerce has scoured nearly thirty percent of this world's top-grade Spiritual Veins over the years."

"As long as we get those Spiritual Veins, the altar can complete its energy charging ahead of schedule."

The Grey-Robed Figure's gaze fell back onto the Death Soldier.

"Go. If you encounter any obstacles, kill without mercy."

"Especially that... man who recently popped up and is known as an Anomaly."

"If you see him, erase him at all costs."

At this point, the image suddenly distorted violently, then with a bang, it completely turned into light dots flying everywhere.

Those were the deepest memories in the Death Soldier's Soul, which had finally reached their limit and completely shattered after being forcibly read.

Inside the dungeon, a long silence fell.

Only those eerie green ghost fires danced uneasily in the breeze.

"Great Harvest... Heavenly Court... Reception Altar..."

"I thought it was some high-and-mighty Heavenly Dao will, but after all that, it's just a bunch of fake Immortals calling themselves gods, playing a game of harvesting leeks."

Su Lin's voice was very soft, yet it seemed to contain some kind of magic that made his words Law, causing the temperature of the entire dungeon to drop accordingly.

From that inexplicable siege a hundred years ago to the frantic invasion of alien races tearing through the world boundaries.

From Myriad Corpse True Person's plot to resurrect an immortal corpse to these mysterious Nether Cultivators' coveting of the Jiuzhou Chamber of Commerce's treasury.

Behind all of this, everything pointed to a massive and terrifying truth.

This Cultivation World, this world regarded by countless Cultivators as a place to prove their Dao and achieve Ascension, had from beginning to end only been an [orchard] kept by the Upper Realm.

Those high-and-mighty Upper Realm Immortals—the Heavenly Court the Grey-Robed Figure spoke of—did not exist to guide Lower Realm Cultivators to Ascension at all.

They severed the Immortal path, blocked the channels for Ascension, and allowed the Lower Realm's Spiritual Qi to gradually wither and its Laws to gradually crumble.

And when they needed it, they would harvest like reaping crops, launching the so-called [Great Harvest].

The alien invasion was to consume the Lower Realm's vital forces and create chaos and death;

Myriad Corpse True Person's resurrection plan was perhaps also a link they secretly guided to collect extreme negative energy.

And those so-called Nether Cultivators, those emotionless, formless Grey-Robed Figures, were the [hounds] sent by these fake Immortals to the Lower Realm to carry out the harvest mission!

Their purpose was only one: to drain the last bit of vitality, Spiritual Veins, and even the Divine Souls of all the strong in this world to fill that so-called [Reception Altar], thereby satisfying some unspeakable greedy desires of the Upper Realm!

And Su Lin, this Anomaly who was reborn with memories of his past life, had broken the rules, and repeatedly shown power beyond their control, naturally became a thorn in their side that had to be removed.

"Revered Master..."

Cold Moon took a step forward, her peerlessly beautiful face now filled with solemnity and Killing Intent.

As an Empress, she knew better than anyone what it meant to harvest a world.

It meant the slaughter of billions of living beings and the end of an entire civilization.

"Those bastards calling themselves the Heavenly Court actually treated us like livestock!"

Cold Moon gritted her teeth, nine platinum-colored Dragon shadows appearing faintly around her, emitting low dragon roars. "I will never allow such a thing to happen!

"Even if I have to exhaust the last drop of Southern Yu's blood, I will pull them down from the heavens!"

"Eldest Senior Sister is right!"

Su Hongling was even more furious. She pulled the [no edge] great sword out from the ground, the dark gold dragon patterns on the blade flickering wildly.

"Who cares about the Heavenly Court or the Underworld! They dare to harvest me like a leek?

I'll break their sickles first, then dig out the farmers and chop them up to feed the dogs!"

"The Great Harvest, huh..."

Luo Ximei extended her bright red tongue and lightly licked her lips, revealing an extremely dangerous and morbid smile.

"Revered Master, it seems our previous commotion wasn't big enough. Those rats hiding in the heavens still think we're soft targets."

"Since they want to harvest us, why don't we... harvest them first?"

Luo Ximei turned to Su Lin, her eyes full of fanaticism. "Although the Souls of those Grey-Robed Figures taste disgusting, the Divine Souls of the fake Immortals behind them must be delicious, right? If I can refine them into my myriad soul banner..."

"Fifth Senior Sister, your idea is too crude."

"Killing them directly is a waste of Materials.

"Since they pride themselves on being high-and-mighty Immortals, I'll prepare a special greeting gift for them. I've read about an ancient poison called [Fallen Immortal Powder] in an old text. As long as there's a single Law loophole, it can cause the Immortal power they're so proud of to instantly backfire. Revered Master, what do you think?"

Looking at these four murderous female disciples who had already begun practicing how to torture and kill the Upper Realm Immortals in their minds, Su Lin felt a hint of a helpless headache, but more so a surge of pride.

These were his disciples.

Facing a terrifying truth capable of crushing the entire world, their first reaction wasn't fear or retreat, but thinking about how to pull the high-and-mighty enemies down from their pedestals and grind them under their feet.

"Revered Master..."

Just then, a timid, somewhat fawning voice broke everyone's Killing Intent.

Yue Xiaoxiao knelt on the ground and cautiously tugged at the hem of Su Lin's robe.

Her pitch-black eyes shimmered with the light of wanting credit, like a kitten that had brought back prey and was waiting for its owner's praise.

"Did Xiaoxiao do a great job? Xiaoxiao dug out their deepest secrets!"

She looked up, her pale little face full of expectation,

"Revered Master, that... that Mahayana Stage remnant Soul, can Xiaoxiao... eat it?"