The monstrous sins borne upon Ye Xishui could not be atoned for even by dying ten thousand deaths!
The moment the blood souls drew near, Huo Yuhao could not help but feel a pang of sorrow.
Looking at these souls that should have long since returned to the embrace of heaven and earth or entered the cycle of reincarnation, only to be twisted into such grotesque shapes now, a natural grief welled up within him, given his deep immersion in the Dao of the soul.
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