The prayer beads floated in mid-air, their golden Sanskrit light rippling outwards to thoroughly purify the remaining lingering ghosts.
The stone table shattered with a deafening crash amidst the golden light, revealing a formation disk buried deep beneath it.
This was the core of the Wangsheng Sect's soul-attracting formation, its dense web of bloody threads interwoven, with several faint wisps of soul fire huddled at the center.
Chapter 71