Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Another Remnant Soul

’The Heavenly Dao is really going to great lengths to hand this opportunity to Ye Chuxue!’

’To even come up with an excuse like this...’

Song Wanning felt like she could spit blood. The favoritism was just off the charts.

She had never been to this Trial Tower in her past life, nor had she even heard of it. She certainly had no idea what Ye Chuxue had obtained from it.

But it went without saying that the reward would be extraordinary—otherwise, how could it be worthy of the Daughter of the Heavenly Dao?

Her gaze sharpened. Since her rebirth, many things had already changed.

The reason for this Trial Tower’s appearance was a mystery, but she didn’t care about that.

What she wanted were the rewards, the treasures.

As for being erased...

’We’ll have to see if he has what it takes first.’

Suddenly, the scene changed. The study before her transformed into a prison, and endless wraiths swarmed toward her.

Each one wore a miserable expression and let out an ear-piercing shriek; they had clearly lost their minds long ago.

Song Wanning scoffed and unleashed the Divine Nether Profound Fire.

The Divine Nether Profound Fire, which had been listless until now, saw it was finally its turn to act and shot forward in excitement.

Wherever it went, the Abnormal Fire blazed with ferocious intensity.

This fire specialized in attacking the Divine Soul, and the souls of the dead were naturally included in its purview.

Vast swaths of flame immediately enveloped the wraiths.

"AHHH—"

Even more ear-piercing screams erupted, making Song Wanning’s eardrums ache.

’These wraiths must be the "outsiders" who died here.’

’Their Divine Souls weren’t extinguished upon death. Instead, they’ve been turned into a weapon for this place...’

Something suddenly occurred to her, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

’That man was lying!’

’This place is a Trial Tower, so the highest floor must also be a trial.’

’But after a great war, the master perished, and the Trial Tower was lost for many years. As the Guardian, he must not want outsiders to defile the highest floor, which is why he concocted the "erasure" threat to deny them entry.’

’That means the method of erasure would come from the man himself, not from the tower’s restrictions. He was just bluffing to scare me a moment ago.’

’After all, it wouldn’t be easy for a mere wisp of a remnant soul, barely clinging to existence all this time, to kill me.’

’The fact that he even sent out the wraiths trapped here proves he’s already out of tricks.’

Having figured out the key points, Song Wanning felt much more at ease.

The man had tried to kill her indiscriminately, and countless others had surely died at his hands.

Song Wanning would feel no guilt about killing him.

In the blink of an eye, the Divine Nether Profound Fire had swallowed all the wraiths.

It was now bulging, and a lump would protrude from its surface whenever something inside struggled. It wobbled back to her, looking utterly satisfied.

Souls like these were a great source of nourishment for the Divine Nether Profound Fire.

Moreover, cleansing these wraiths wouldn’t generate any karma. It was practically a free meal served on a silver platter.

The Golden Small Sword wiggled its blade and, looking forward from its perch on Song Wanning’s shoulder, saw that the man’s figure had indeed appeared.

His expression was grim. He clearly hadn’t expected Song Wanning to possess something that countered Divine Souls, allowing her to break through his attack so easily in their very first exchange.

The man gritted his teeth, cursing the fact that he was no longer in his prime.

Years of depletion had left him barely able to maintain his human form. As for fighting a Divinity Transformation cultivator...

"What’s wrong? Weren’t you going to erase me? Why haven’t you made your move?"

Song Wanning asked, an eyebrow raised in mockery.

She had long since seen through his bluff, and a thought stirred within her.

’As my Cultivation increases, the threat posed by these so-called remnant souls of Inheritors is becoming smaller and smaller.’

"Hmph. You’re young, but you have a big mouth. Do you really think there’s nothing I can do to you?"

The man’s expression was frosty, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

"I don’t care what your status was in life. You’ve been barely clinging to existence for so many years that you’re long past your prime. Why bother acting so aggressive?"

The mockery in Song Wanning’s eyes deepened. ’If he really had any power, he wouldn’t be standing here just running his mouth.’

"If you cooperate, I could even let you live a little longer. What do you say?"

The tables had turned, and the man was instantly provoked into a rage.

’This is my domain! How dare an outsider act so insolently?’

"I’m about to dissipate anyway! Taking you with me before I go won’t be a loss!"

The man spat with a vicious expression and actually began to attack, clearly getting serious this time.

Song Wanning’s smile vanished, her expression turning serious. A final, desperate counterattack could still injure her; she couldn’t afford to be careless.

The Longsword in her hand flashed out, and ten weapons materialized in succession, all radiating a powerful aura as they shot toward the man.

The man’s massive palm attack was shattered in an instant. It didn’t even make a ripple; he was simply sent flying backward.

His Spiritual Body instantly became a degree more translucent.

He stared at Song Wanning in astonishment, his pupils contracting sharply. "You actually know the Nine Machines Illusion Formation?"

"Uh-huh."

Song Wanning shrugged, an expression of pure innocence on her face.

This only made the man angrier; he felt he was being scorned.

He charged at her again.

Song Wanning didn’t hold back, slashing out with her sword once more without a shred of mercy.

’If he had been polite instead of screaming for my head the moment we met, I wouldn’t have had to use a technique learned in this very Trial Tower against him.’

"HISS—"

The man was sent flying once more, his Spiritual Energy dissipating wildly. In just a few short breaths, his form had grown even more transparent.

At the same time, the scene around her reverted to the study.

The space the man had created couldn’t withstand the immense power and shattered, causing him to lose his composure completely.

Back then, during a crisis, his soul had fled back to the Trial Tower. He originally thought he’d have a chance to possess a body and be reborn, but the tower ended up being sealed away for a long time.

By the time it was reopened, his Divine Soul Power had grown weak, and he had missed his chance to possess a new body.

Since he no longer had any chance of survival, he naturally refused to allow these cultivators to come and carry away the treasures.

That was why he had killed every single cultivator who came before, using a variety of methods.

He only targeted the cultivators on the seventh floor because he himself was trapped on it, unable to enter or leave.

Now, his Divine Soul was on the verge of dissipating, and on top of that, he’d run into this sharp-tongued bitch he couldn’t even beat. It was utterly infuriating.

At this thought, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes. He chose to self-detonate his Divine Soul.

Seeing this, the corner of Song Wanning’s mouth twitched. "Hiss... you’re pulling this trick too?"

’Why do all these remnant souls resort to self-detonation the moment they start losing?’

As she said this, she waved her hand, and the countless sheets of paper on the floor scrambled to fly into her grasp.

"Since you’re about to die anyway, there’s no use in keeping these portraits. Let me help you dispose of them."

As she spoke, a ball of flame shot from her fingertip, and she actually set one alight.

A portrait was swiftly reduced to ash. The man froze for a moment, then completely lost his composure again.

His eyes bulged, bloodshot with fury, as he lunged at Song Wanning.

"Stop it! Stop it right now, you bitch! Do you believe I won’t kill you?"

"I’ll tear you to pieces!"

Song Wanning sidestepped slightly, easily dodging him. Then, a second portrait burst into flames.