704 Zi Yue! (2/2)
Wang Baole gasped at the sight, shock flooding his system. The chains… were not only immensely powerful, but they were familiar as well!
They're like the chains on the Never-Ending Clan battleship, the chains that bound the fearsome beasts and forced them to drag the wooden logs that moved the millstone! Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and stared at the chain in front of him. Then, he turned abruptly towards the Night Immortal King, his eyes glimmering with a solemn light.
It's impossible that someone who has to be kept in check by such chains is only at the Soul Conduit realm. There must be something I overlooked! Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and began circling the Night Immortal King quickly, studying the latter carefully. It didn't take long before he saw three healed scars on the Night Immortal King. They were almost impossible to spot underneath the fully regrown flesh and blood.
One was on the back of the Night Immortal King's head, another was right over his heart, and the last was on his dantian!
There were plenty of other scars like those in other locations, but these three left a deep impact on Wang Baole after a closer inspection.
They don't look like injuries inflicted during battle… they look like the result of someone ripping into flesh with their bare hands while he was unable to fight back! There was a dark look on Wang Baole's face. Someone else might not have so quickly realized what had happened, but not Wang Baole. The three wounds reminded him of what had happened to him on the moon, when his Dao Foundation had been torn out of his body.
Perhaps the exact same thing hadn't happened to the Night Immortal King, but the differences lay in degree and not in the nature of the action. Both of them had something ripped out of their bodies! The wounds had been the result of that!
\”Taking his brain, digging out his heart, and destroying his Dao. What viciousness! How much did the person hate the Night Immortal King?\” Wang Baole muttered. His gut feeling told him that this was some dark art that stole one's power. His eyes were filled with a mix of emotions and pity as he looked at the Night Immortal King. The Night Immortal King's cultivation, while he had been alive, must have been incredibly powerful. That must be why even after the theft of his brain, heart, and Dao, he was still at the Soul Conduit realm!
The perpetrator didn't seem to stop there. After taking both brain and heart and destroying his Dao, they also imprisoned the Night Immortal King with chains that could drain his vitality. They drove the chains deep into the Night Immortal King's body so that the Night Immortal King can't heal himself. That's strange. Why would someone do that to a person who's already dead… unless the Night Immortal King isn't dead at all? Wang Baole's eyes widened at that thought. His breathing quickened as he examined the Night Immortal King again. He began to spot what was amiss. The green seals on the Night Immortal King's body… was another form of curse!
There's only one explanation for that. The perpetrator couldn't destroy the Night Immortal King completely because of some reason, and they were worried that the Night Immortal King would recover from his injury. That's why they used a mix of means to imprison the Night Immortal King… though that still doesn't explain the Night Immortal King's current state… Wang Baole frowned. Then, after a while, a flash of light flickered in his eyes. He dodged another swipe from the howling Night Immortal King, retreated a couple of steps, then muttered to himself.
\”Who cares. Night Immortal King, I'm going to see for myself whether you still possess a God Soul!\” Wang Baole's eyes turned completely black. His Dark Fire surged out as he unleashed the Dark Art. His demonic eye materialized as the power of the Dark Art rippled outwards. It fluttered open and gazed at the Night Immortal King.
The agitated Night Immortal King shuddered, and Dark Fire enveloped him instantly. Wang Baole had transformed into a guide for lost souls. His eyes pierced through the curse binding the Night Immortal King, into the latter's body, where a wisp of dark, murky soul remained!
Feral, barbaric, and without any intelligence—a wild beast's pure instinct. That was the soul that Wang Baole glimpsed!
This is a newborn soul, not the true soul that belongs to the Night Immortal King! The uninitiated might not have discerned that, but Wang Baole was a Dark Child who had been taught the Dark Art, a mystic art that had originated from the past Heavenly Dao era. He could see things in souls that ordinary people could not.
Wang Baole fell into a brief bout of silence. He wasn't about to give up now. He shut his eyes, then pressed his hands together in a series of hand seals. He bit the tip of his tongue, spilling a mouthful of blood. Then, with a wave of his right hand, he unleashed a spell that gave his Dark Fire a sudden, temporary boost in power. Wang Baole opened his eyes suddenly. When he looked at the Night Immortal King again, he could finally see a concealed wisp… that would have been undetectable if not for his Dark Art—the Night Immortal King's soul!
The low mumblings of the soul rippled outward as his eyes locked onto the soul!
\”Zi Yue, my dear wife, why did… you do it…\”