Li Lin withdrew his gaze and studied the two soul pearls before him.
The aged golden-glow soul pearl had a surface pitted like a dried riverbed, its cracks congealed with dark brown bloodstains as if mercilessly crushed by the passage of time over and over again.
Upon drawing close, one could hear faint, fragmented whimpers, like countless imprisoned souls murmuring in low tones, carrying the rusted aura of antiquity, resembling shackles sealed for a thousand years.
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