Somewhere in the Third Soul Realm, on a jade platform, two soul cultivators sat facing each other and rotated.

In the crack in the sky that was broken by the Sando Ancestor, the heavenly fires poured in all directions, and several heavenly fires were smashing down towards the jade platform.

When the heavenly fire was about to fall, the two soul cultivators who were sitting and spinning face-to-face stagnated and stopped rotating. The faces of these two soul cultivators were exactly the same, as if they were printed in a seal.

One of the soul cultivators raised his head slightly, looking at the sky that had been smashed down from above, the ghostly light in his eyes flashed, and several heavenly fires that had been smashed down exploded, turning into a burst of red fireworks and scattering them around, and no sparks fell on the jade platform.

Immediately, this soul cultivator looked in the direction of the White Bone Cave and said to himself, "What kind of madness is Sandor's dead old ghost?"

This soul cultivator looked at the soul cultivator who was also sitting cross-legged opposite, slowly stood up, walked over step by step, and then sat down, slowly, the two gradually fused and turned into one person.

"When my two souls are perfectly united, the third soul realm will be my Chiming, this day, it shouldn't be far away, right?" After muttering to himself, Chiming's gaze gradually swept over several directions such as the White Bone Cave and the Falling Moon Valley, and his eyes gradually cooled.

"Someone!"

As soon as Chi Ming's voice fell, two soul cultivators immediately appeared under the jade platform.

"Meet Mingzun!"

"What happened to that old ghost Sandor, what's going on lately?"

The two soul cultivators who were prostrating themselves on the ground glanced at each other, and according to what they knew, the recent movements on the other side of the White Bone Cave seemed to be because of someone in the forbidden area of the Soul Tower, right?

The two briefly talked about the matter, and Chi Ming couldn't help but laugh a few times after hearing it, "So, Sando, a dead old ghost who has been strong for half his life, why not a little guy who is still under the protection of the forbidden area?" He shook his head and said with a sneer: "What a ridiculous joke, a giant, it seems that he is going to be forced by a small person to lose his temper."

This book was first published in Reading Books