บท 1829: Cut the Treasure

Priest Sadness screamed shrilly as his soul was clamped in the Chaos by a tremendous beam of sword light, unable to move at all. Waves of thin but extremely sharp sword power strands erupted, leaving countless tiny holes on his soul and turning his soul into a sieve.

Streams of pale grey power flew out of Priest Sadness's soul, transforming into numberless sesame sized twisted faces that screamed ear-piercingly. But before long, all these tiny twisted faces were turned into nothingness by the sword power.

Suddenly, abundant soul grains appeared in the pre-world magnetic life and death sword formation. The soul grains were pure and strong, looking like flowing mercury that quickly spread in all directions. Priest Sadness cultivated himself with the great Dao of soul. His cries could directly hurt primordial spirits and souls, and his soul was especially powerful, containing a measureless amount of original soul power.