Bab 838: Summer's Last Wither

Dyon knew exactly what Amphorae was thinking, and seeing Elder Conli didn't fill him with any joy, it only filled him with endless pain.

Unlike Dyon, Amphorae's soul had yet to cross the celestial barrier. Not everyone had the same overwhelming soul talent as Dyon, so soul cultivation almost always lagged behind their body or energy cultivation depending on the type of expert they were.

Amphorae was no different. Despite being an otherworldly talent, Amphorae was from a race of body cultivators. Although her own talent far outweighed that of beasts, and was actually better in comparison to many humans as well, it was completely unheard of for someone to reach the celestial level of soul cultivation in less than a 100 years.

If Amphorae continued, she would die!

However, Amphorae didn't seem to care.

"Seventh Verse: Persephone's Misery!"

Black blood flew from Amphorae's mouth, but she forcibly suppressed the next surges, resolutely plucking her strings again.