221: The Celestial Venerable of Ten Thousand Souls submits, and the Execution Platform displays its power for the first time!

The voice of the Void Immortal Old Ancestor on the throne was icy: "Another mission failure? Look at your elder brother. Not only has his cultivation broken through, but he has also performed a great service for the clan.

I don't think you need to compete for this Clan Chief position anymore."

Beside him, Hun Fanxian turned his head, looking at him with a contemptuous, mocking gaze, a victor's smile hanging at the corner of his mouth: "Little brother, some things are not meant for you. Don't force it. Trash will always be trash."

"No!!! I am not trash!!"

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate's eyes instantly turned crimson, the jealousy and resentment in his heart erupting like a volcano.

Even though he knew this was an illusion, under the dual effects of the Dream Dao and the Heart Demon Guide, the sense of realism made it impossible for him to break free.

This was a knot in his heart from countless years, his greatest weakness.

In reality.

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley stood rigidly in place, his eyes tightly shut, his face contorted, cold sweat streaming down. He was clearly trapped in a deep nightmare.

Azure Cloud Peak, main hall.

The split soul of the Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate, residing within the shell of the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, was currently undergoing a terrifying baptism at the Soul level.

"Formless Heavenly Demon, Heart Demon Guide."

Lu Yuan's voice echoed through the grand hall like the whisper of a demon god.

The rainbow butterflies formed by Huan Meng gently flapped their wings. The Dream Dao and the Heart Demon Guide perfectly fused, pulling the consciousness of the Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate into a bottomless abyss of illusion.

Within the illusion, a gloomy Soul Clan great hall loomed.

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate knelt on the cold ground, surrounded by the mocking, disdainful gazes of countless clansmen.

Those gazes were like sharp blades, slicing into his self-respect.

"Myriad Soul, you have greatly disappointed this seat."

Upon the throne, the voice of the Soul Clan's Great Heavenly Venerate thundered like a clap of thunder, carrying boundless pressure and indifference: "With the same resources, the same Bloodline, your elder brother Hun Fanxian has long touched the threshold of the Void Immortal, while you remain at the Great Ascension Stage.

You cannot compete for this Clan Chief position, nor are you worthy of competing."

"No! Old Ancestor! It was just a momentary misstep! Give me one more chance!" Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate kowtowed frantically within the illusion, his forehead dripping with blood.

"A chance? This seat has given you countless chances."

From the shadows at the side, a tall, slender figure slowly walked out.

It was Hun Fanxian. He looked down upon Myriad Soul, the corner of his mouth curved in that hatefully calm, indifferent smile.

"Little brother, some things are not meant for you. Don't force it.

Don't blame the Old Ancestor for being biased. Trash will always be trash.

Your existence is merely to set off my brilliance."

Hun Fanxian reached out his hand, gently patting Myriad Soul's face as if patting a dog: "From now on, just be a good, loyal hound for me. If I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll even throw you a few bones."

"Aaaahhhh—!!"

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate let out a shrill roar, his eyes crimson. The jealousy, resentment, and humiliation in his heart erupted completely at this moment, like a breached flood, washing away all his reason.

At the very instant he was about to collapse, the sky of the illusion suddenly cracked open.

A majestic figure walked out from the fissure, shrouded in chaotic divine light, its features unclear. But its aura was even more vast, even more supreme than that of the Soul Clan's Old Ancestor.

That figure extended a hand, as if capable of holding up the entire heaven and earth. Its voice was gentle yet filled with a bewitching power: "Are you unwilling? Do you wish to reclaim everything that belongs to you?"

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate abruptly raised his head, staring fixedly at that figure: "Who are you?!"

"I am the god who can grant you power." The figure slowly descended. In its palm appeared a blood-stained immortal execution platform and a Dao Fruit emitting the aura of a Void Immortal: "Submit to me. I will help you kill Hun Fanxian, help you ascend to the position of Clan Chief, and even... help you surpass that so-called Void Immortal Old Ancestor to become the Soul Clan's sole king."

"Kill Hun Fanxian... become the sole king..." Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate muttered to himself, the madness in his eyes gradually transforming into an extreme desire.

"As long as you submit, I can give you back the dignity, status, and glory you lost.

And what you need to offer in return is just a negligible bit of loyalty."

That figure's palm gently pressed upon Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate's head. A surge of chaotic power flowed in, planting a seed of ambition and submission deep within his Soul.

"I... I am willing to submit!"

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate could no longer resist this temptation. Or perhaps it was that he had already been devoured by the Heart Demon, and this lifeline was his only choice.

He kowtowed heavily three times within the illusion: "Master! Please grant me power! I want Hun Fanxian dead! I want the Old Ancestor to regret it!"

In reality.

The body of the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley trembled violently, then his eyes snapped open.

Those eyes were no longer filled with their previous coldness and cunning, but with a fanatical sincerity.

He scrambled up from the ground and, without the slightest hesitation, directly knelt on both knees, performing the highest form of kowtow towards Lu Yuan upon the throne.

"Myriad Soul pays respects to Master! This subordinate is willing to dedicate his life and loyalty to the master, even unto death ten thousand times!"

Lu Yuan looked at the Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate at his feet, a satisfied curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Attacking the heart was the superior strategy. This chess piece was now thoroughly secured.

"Very good." Lu Yuan spoke indifferently: "Rise."

Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate respectfully stood up but remained with his head bowed, not daring to look directly at Lu Yuan's majesty.

Lu Yuan toyed with the immortal execution platform in his hand, his tone calm: "Since you have submitted, I shall fulfill my promise. Those eight split souls of yours, while they are a means of preserving your life, are also shackles that disperse your power. To surpass Hun Fanxian, you must unify them."

"But... Master, those eight split souls all possess independent consciousness and are scattered throughout the Soul Clan's ancestral lands. This subordinate's split soul is weak and simply cannot devour them." Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate showed a troubled expression.

"It's of no consequence. I will help you."

Lu Yuan casually tossed the immortal execution platform into the air.

"Hum!"

The immortal execution platform swelled with the wind, transforming into an ancient, sinister execution platform that hovered in the center of the grand hall.

Upon the execution platform, a blood-stained beheading blade emitted a chilling light that made one's heart palpitate, as if it could even sever the Heavenly Dao.

"This is... the immortal execution platform?!" Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate's pupils contracted sharply, and he exclaimed in shock: "How can this treasure be in Master's hands? This is my clan's supreme treasure!"

"That is not important."

With a thought from Lu Yuan, the several Great Ascension Stage remnant Souls imprisoned within the immortal execution platform instantly began to burn.

They were the Divine Souls of Soul Void Master and the several Mahayana Cultivators slain earlier in the Immortal Ancient Ruins.

"Sacrifice."

Following Lu Yuan's soft command, those several Mahayana remnant Souls transformed into billowing black smoke, greedily devoured by the immortal execution platform.

The bloody light upon the beheading blade suddenly blazed brilliantly. A terrifying fluctuation capable of annihilating all Divine Souls instantly locked onto everything connected by Karma to the Myriad Soul Heavenly Venerate.

"Myriad Soul, open your mind. Using this split soul of yours as a medium, I shall send a great gift to your eight Clones."