章 1285: Sharpen the Sword, Sharpen the Blades!

When the number of deaths reached a certain point in a normal battle, the would willpower of one side would crumble, and those people would scatter. However, during the battle on that day, before they died, even if their souls were destroyed by self-destruction, they became spirits in the other survivors' hearts, the medicine that stimulated their lives, and because of one sentence Su Ming said, they became eternal existences.

"All cultivators of Ninth Summit and Berserkers, I will not let your souls be lonely. Even if your souls scatter, the pieces will gather into you again."

The Berserkers and Ninth Summit could not hear Su Ming's words, only the Sovereign of Dawn Yan Pei who was sitting below him. The moment Su Ming had spoken, a vortex appeared in space above the spot where Ninth Summit's Rune was damaged. It appeared without a single sound, and when it rotated, souls manifested, though they could not be seen.