"My lord, should we continue to observe the situation?" Eunuch Yuwen couldn't fathom his master's thoughts.
"The formations in the Changsun Ancestral Land have been destroyed for the most part. Make arrangements to ensure not a single trace of Yin Sha energy leaks out!"
"As you command."
—
As dawn broke.
The Wujian Prison had already set up the mourning hall.
Changsun Ji, whose cultivation had been crippled, and Changsun Changkong, whose legs had been severed, were forcibly knelt before the Blood Hand.
Those guarding the wake, Feng Tutu, Wudao, and Mu Qi, wished they could dismember the two into a thousand pieces.
At this moment.
Ye Kunlun was not idle. He was carving something around the Wujian Prison, intricate patterns that defied comprehension, seemingly a mysterious formation.
Mu Yumo had not left and was watching Ye Kunlun set up the formation from outside the Wujian Prison.
As the east brightened, Ye Kunlun's formation became clearer.
Mu Yumo's face showed a pensive expression. He seemed to recall seeing a fragmented formation in an ancient book of his sect, which bore some resemblance to what Ye Kunlun was drawing.
"Is Young Master Ye drawing a Soul Gathering Formation?"
Mu Yumo asked.
Ye Kunlun ignored him. As he finished drawing the formation, he threw out five formation flags, placing them in the east, west, north, south, and center positions!
"A Five Elements Formation plus a Soul Gathering Formation. Is Young Master Ye trying to summon the soul for Brother Wudao?"
Mu Yumo was startled, never imagining that Ye Kunlun would attempt to revive the long-deceased Blood Hand through the Five Elements Formation and the Soul Gathering Formation.
The dead cannot be resurrected; even with immortal means, it would be impossible!
Seeing that Ye Kunlun paid him no mind, Mu Yumo wasn't angered. Instead, he earnestly watched what Ye Kunlun would do next.
When the first ray of sunlight pierced the sky and shone upon the earth, landing on the Wujian Prison.
Ye Kunlun ascended into the air, releasing the power of the Spirit Condensing realm.
He controlled it perfectly, not triggering the heavenly shackles.
The terrifying power merged with the first ray of sunlight, forming a new force that converged towards the Blood Hand's body in the mourning hall.
Instantly, a milky white light emanated from the Blood Hand, appearing incredibly divine.
At the same time, the Soul Gathering Formation, which encompassed the entire Wujian Prison, was activated at this very moment.
"Soul, return!"
Ye Kunlun's voice was like a bell, resonating through the heavens and earth.
Throughout the vast capital, everyone heard Ye Kunlun's cry of "Soul, return!"
Everyone turned their heads to gaze in the direction of the Wujian Prison.
"Soul, return!"
Ye Kunlun shouted again.
At this moment, countless scattered remnant souls converged towards the Wujian Prison.
A cacophony of sounds echoed in Ye Kunlun's ears, and also in Mu Yumo's.
Mu Yumo's face turned exceptionally pale, and he quickly raised his wooden flute to his lips.
*Woo—*
The flute's melody sounded like a requiem, calming the agitated remnant souls.
With Ye Kunlun's Soul Gathering Formation and Mu Yumo's calming melody.
Ye Kunlun quickly captured the Blood Hand's remnant soul!
"Gather!"
Ye Kunlun let out a soft cry, gathering the Blood Hand's remnant soul in his hand.
As time passed, more and more remnant souls were gathered. In Ye Kunlun's eyes, now shimmering with a faint blue light, a transparent Blood Hand was slowly taking shape.
—
Daoist Wuji stood atop a corner tower, gazing towards the Wujian Prison with a solemn expression.
"Soul gathering? Could this child truly revive the Blood Hand?"
"Impossible, how could there possibly be a technique in this world that can bring people back from the dead!"
Daoist Wuji murmured to himself, a hint of gravity in his brows.
There was no other way. Before clashing with Ye Kunlun, he had arrogantly believed that Ye Kunlun could never be his opponent.
But after last night's battle, Ye Kunlun's strength surpassed his.
This forced him to pay attention to Ye Kunlun's every move.
Suddenly, Daoist Wuji sensed something and looked towards the north, murmuring, "He's finally returned."
At this very moment.
The powerhouses of the capital all sensed a terrifying aura emanating from the north.
That aura was filled with soul-shattering violence; even without seeing the source, they couldn't help but tremble.
Shanhet Platform.
"Old fellow, you've finally returned."
A more solemn tone entered the voice in the great hall.
"My lord, if you truly wish to continue protecting Ye Kunlun, perhaps this old servant could make a move?" Eunuch Yuwen asked in a low voice.
"No need."
The Son of Heaven replied, "Someone will act!"
Eunuch Yuwen froze, then his eyes widened in surprise, "I didn't expect that person from the Tang family to return as well. The capital is going to be lively now."
"Indeed, the capital hasn't been this lively for many years."
The Son of Heaven sighed with emotion, "Since everyone has returned, let them clash first. I believe it won't be long before it's my turn to act."
—
Ye Kunlun, who was in the process of gathering the Blood Hand's remnant soul, frowned and glanced towards the north!
A hundred miles away, that terrifying aura had actually affected his Soul Gathering Formation, causing the remnant souls to scatter under the influence of that violent aura.
"Condense!"
Ye Kunlun shouted, directly dispelling that violent aura and accelerating the condensation process.
"You dare to lay a hand on my Changsun family, prepare to die!"
From a hundred miles away, a rough voice reached the Wujian Prison.
Mu Yumo quickly reminded Ye Kunlun, "It's Changsun Yuan, the former number one genius of the Changsun family!"
Ye Kunlun's expression turned cold; he ignored the voice, only wishing to collect the Blood Hand's remnant soul as quickly as possible.
In the mourning hall.
Changsun Ji, his face filled with deathly pallor, heard the voice and his eyes lit up. He trembled and stammered, "Big, big brother, it's big brother..."
"Heh heh, big brother is here, Ye Kunlun... heh heh, he's bound to die..."
"Cough cough..."
Changsun Changkong slightly lifted his eyelids. He was just an ordinary person; with his legs severed and having lost so much blood, he was clearly breathing his last.
Feng Tutu angrily retorted, "Dream on! No matter who it is, the Young Master will lop off his head and offer it to the Blood Hand!"
A distance of a hundred miles was nothing for a powerful expert like Changsun Yuan, merely a few breaths' time.
But just then, a figure clad in azure appeared, precisely blocking Changsun Yuan's path.
Changsun Yuan stopped. He appeared to be in his fifties, with a face full of rough flesh, giving him a somewhat fierce appearance.
"Tang Zhan, you want to stop me? Are you tired of living?"
Changsun Yuan's face was filled with ferocity. He hadn't expected the one blocking his way to be Tang Zhan, one of the elders of the Tang family.
"It's been decades since I've moved. Time to loosen up."
Tang Zhan appeared to be around the same age as Changsun Yuan.
However, their temperaments were vastly different. Tang Zhan exuded a more refined scholarly aura.
Compared to Changsun Yuan, his aura also seemed considerably weaker.
In the eyes of others, Tang Zhan was clearly no match for Changsun Yuan.
"Since you wish to die, I shall grant your wish!"
Changsun Yuan coldly snorted and lunged with a punch towards Tang Zhan, who was blocking his path!
Tang Zhan, however, did not meet the attack head-on. Instead, he evaded Changsun Yuan's assault, creating distance and engaging in a tug-of-war!
Changsun Yuan said coldly, "Tang Zhan, are you trying to stall me?"