But there was nothing.

The cultivator was alive and well.

Song Yan continued to ponder.

The essence of malice is the fragments of karma lingering in the world that react over time within a sealed environment of Profound Qi.

The karma fragments of ordinary people and Refining Profound cultivators are weaker, so they merely form Evil Qi; Crimson Palace cultivators yield Slaughter Liquid; only Purple Mansion cultivators can form Frozen Malignant Energy.

Of course, there might be other ways this forms, but after all, he had only come from a small place and had not seen much.

Ultimately, malice is a special manifestation of cause and effect.

So it can be frozen, it can be washed away.

And every divine soul is densely covered in karma.

'If so...'

Song Yan suddenly had an idea.

...

By dusk, Song Yan and Pei Xuehan returned to their original spot.

Today's harvest was rather good.

Altogether they collected the frozen malignant energy from six demon beasts, and another Crimson Palace cultivator's divine soul.

After some inquiries, Song Yan learned that the information was similar to the last; this cultivator also hailed from a vassal state of the Baihong Ancient Tribe.

So, he once again sent the cultivator into the Myriad Souls Banner, then planted the banner behind him and said, "Unleash."

Countless souls surged out, blotting out the sky, a ghostly wind howled, the surroundings instantly turning eerie and dark.

Song Yan took a deep breath, raised his hand, and summoned a coffin.

The coffin was thick and made of metal.

But soon, red spikes protruded from inside the metal.

With a cracking sound, the entire coffin, as if made of paper, was pierced a thousand times by the red spikes within.

Song Yan squinted, watching, and when the red spikes came toward him, he raised a finger, and dense numbers of evil souls immediately lunged at those red spikes.

The red spikes were frozen malignant energy.

When encountered by evil souls, a fierce reaction ensued between the two.

Frozen malignant energy instinctively seeks to possess life, sensitive to divine souls, and in every body, it prefers to bind rather than kill the soul.

At this moment, the frozen malignant energy was like molten steel, and the evil souls like icy water, and with a sizzling sound, the weak evil souls were easily bound by the strong frozen malignant energy.

Normally, by this time the fusion would be complete.

But this was the Myriad Souls Banner.

Within it were more than twenty thousand souls.

Song Yan expressionlessly continued to maneuver the evil souls towards the frozen malignant energy.

The frozen malignant energy was like a rat in a rice jar, crazily binding the divine souls.

Binding and binding, it became saturated and couldn't move anymore.

Song Yan beckoned with his hand.

The wraith autonomously drove the frozen malignant energy to his side, then transformed it as he wished, sometimes into a knife, sometimes into a sword.

And then, in that moment, a fierce red light flashed in an opening.

Song Yan tilted his head slightly, the red light brushed past his ear and then looped toward the back of his head.

Thinking briefly, Song Yan summoned an evil soul at the Crimson Palace level from the air and adhered it to the frozen malignant energy to strengthen it.

This time, the frozen malignant energy stopped moving.

Song Yan's mind stirred, and that frozen malignant energy transformed into what looked like an ordinary flying sword, floating in front of him.

With another flick, the flying sword actually returned to the Myriad Souls Banner, merging into it to become a "Sword in the Banner."

'It worked?'

'It really worked!'

'This is a flying sword entirely controlled by me, solidified with frozen malignant energy and evil souls!'

'No, it can be a flying sword, it can be any weapon.'

'It hides within the banner, mingles among the ghosts, and can indeed raise the danger level of my Myriad Souls Banner one notch.'

'Moreover, when I get new frozen malignant energy, I can continue to enhance it!'

A kind of indescribable joy rose in Song Yan's heart.

In this soul threshold of the wraith king, any enhancement of a method would make him happy, for he didn't even know if he could leave here alive.

"Xuehan, tomorrow let's explore in another direction, see what we can dig up in this frozen ground." Song Yan, rare to speak much, said, "I can tell, this land, as the secret realm's outskirts, should have frozen many frozen malignant energies, many people. Those people were escaping from inside, only to be caught in a heavy snow here."

Pei Xuehan nodded and softly replied, "Hmm."

...

...

Several days later...

Amidst the desolate snow, in the midst of ruins, appeared a strange aura shield.

The flying snow, stained with the breath of the Sea of Suffering, gently fell, but it was just like ordinary snowflakes, sliding off after landing on the shield, covering the surroundings.

Inside the shield, there was a man and a woman.

Outside the shield, lay the body of a man.

The three of them wore the same sect robes, clearly comrades.

Yet, in such a place, comrades could also kill each other.

The female cultivator, with a lovely face, was solemnly looking afar after cultivation.

The male cultivator suddenly said, "Still looking at him?"

The female cultivator said, "In the same boat, we must see if this boat can carry three people. Since it cannot, there must be someone who dies. I don't want to die, so he had to."

The male cultivator said, "But he is your senior brother, always caring for you, and yet I am your enemy. You killed him just because I can control this array and find a sliver of hope in this snow... I didn't even make any earlier arrangements with you."

The female cultivator shook her head, leaned willingly into his arms, and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore."

The male cultivator put his hand into her clothes, grabbing tightly, but after the brief excitement, he let out a long sigh.

"The people of the Baihong Ancient Tribe must have sent us to die! It's been so long, we probably can't get out. I don't even know whether the outside secret realm has layered again, and if so, how many more times... There's just no way to go inside."

"I think the Baihong Ancient Tribe must have sent someone. It's not easy for them to cultivate talents in our sect, they wouldn't just abandon us here."

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