The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 993 So that means it's there?
Under pressure from Song Wanning and Feng Jiuxiao, other families and sects had no choice but to join the search.

Now that the secret has been exposed, the remaining Nascent Soul cultivators will definitely hide and won't come out...

Therefore, the search for direction mainly focuses on the altar.

This requires those families and sects to think carefully about whether their Nascent Soul cultivators have any strange behavior or where they often go.

Furthermore, are there any strange things in the cultivation world...?

These are also things that need to be investigated. Once we have this information, we should be able to find out the other party's location.

However, Song Wanning prefers to believe in her luck rather than these things.

So, after she had settled things, she decided to wander around and try her luck.

Let's see if we can find the remaining altars.

Feng Jiuxiao and she split up, but their goals were very similar.

The others weren't resting either. Everyone now knew that these Nascent Soul cultivators had done nothing good, using everyone's lives to pave the way, and no one could accept that.

Therefore, everyone is now united in their hatred of the enemy and determined to find the altar and the Nascent Soul cultivators.

In an instant, a search began throughout the entire Cangnan Realm.

...

A few days later, Song Wanning stopped by a stream.

She gazed at the gently flowing stream, her brow furrowing slightly.

Because there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in these streams.

At this time, any unusual occurrence is of great importance.

Song Wanning immediately flew upstream, her divine sense rapidly searching for everything around her.

Not long after, the divine sense stopped at a sunken hole in the ground.

This is a swamp, and outside the swamp is a forest of purple bamboo. When the wind blows, it makes a crisp, tinkling sound.

In the center of the swamp, there was a hole in the ground, from which the blood was gushing out.

Song Wanning flew over and hovered in mid-air. Looking down carefully, she discovered that spring water was gushing out from the bottom of the cave, and blood was mixed in with the spring water, constantly seeping out.

Some of it was first absorbed by the swamp, and the rest flowed into the stream with the current.

There's something wrong with the cave.

Song Wanning tried to penetrate the depths with her divine sense, but unexpectedly discovered that this place could block the detection of divine sense.

Keep in mind that her spiritual strength was almost on par with that of a quasi-saint, yet this cave could actually shield her divine sense...

Song Wanning frowned slightly, becoming wary.

She cautiously approached the top of the cave, subtly shifting her position as she prepared to descend and investigate.

Before she could even move, a figure suddenly rushed out of the cave, a spear in his hand already aimed at her heart.

Song Wanning slightly shifted her body to the side, while simultaneously reaching out with both hands to grab the spear.

The moment her hands grasped the spear, a sharp pain shot through her palms. Song Wanning frowned slightly and forcefully stopped the spear from hurtling forward.

"what?"

A surprised and uncertain voice rang out, and the next instant, the figure attacked Song Wanning again.

This time, however, he wasn't so lucky; he was frozen in place.

Upon closer inspection, a time rune gradually faded into the air.

A sharp glint flashed in Song Wanning's cold eyes, and she immediately grabbed the man.

Almost without hesitation, her soul pressed down on the man's sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, the man realized what was happening, and his sharp fingernails emerged, digging into Song Wanning's heart.

The man's eyes were fierce, as if he could already imagine the feeling of his heart being ripped out and bleeding profusely.

Suddenly, a slender hand grabbed his claw, and a face radiating coldness, with a smile, slowly leaned down towards him.

The man froze for a moment, then felt a chill run down his spine.

Because he is now truly and completely unable to move.

"Who are you? Let me go!" He tried to struggle, but the next second his soul was in excruciating pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You—you are that immortal?"

The man finally recognized Song Wanning's identity. After all, only those two immortals could suppress a Nascent Soul cultivator like him to such an extent.

Song Wanning smiled and tightened her grip on the man's wrist.

"Now that you know, stop resisting and just die in peace!"

"Of course, if you can be of some use, I might consider whether to spare your life."

Before killing them each time, Song Wanning would give them a chance.

She just wanted to know who was behind it all.

The man's expression changed, but he stubbornly replied, "Don't even think about getting any information out of me. I'd rather die than tell you!"

"Oh?"

Song Wanning raised an eyebrow; from this, it seemed there was a clue.

"Then I'll search your soul myself!"

She was capable of searching souls, and indeed, she didn't spare any of those people's souls.

She simply hoped that one of these people could contact that person in the upper realm, so that she could follow the clues and find the source.

If I were to search the soul directly, even if I knew the method, I wouldn't be able to contact that person. After all, that person would definitely be very cautious, and if the soul's aura was different, it would immediately alert them and make them realize that something was wrong!
That would make it even harder to catch them.

Therefore, it would be best if these people could cooperate.

"Hmph, so what if you can search souls? Even if you know it, it's useless!"

The man gave a confident snort.

"I'm telling you, if you let me go, you might still have a chance to live."

"If you insist on killing me, you'll see what happens later!"

The confidence in a man's eyes is undeniable; even when captured by a fairy, he remains calm.

That means the person behind him is also an immortal.

They even possess considerable cultivation, which is why they have this confidence.

Song Wanning's expression became subtle, which was pretty much in line with their guess.

"Fine, since I can't search your soul or kill you, then this is pointless."

She suddenly curved her lips into a smile, a wicked glint in her eyes.

"Let's have some fun."

She grabbed the man and, under his horrified and curious gaze, launched a direct attack on his sea of ​​consciousness.

Her method of attack was also very simple: she transformed her soul into a blade, subjecting him to slow, agonizing death, one cut at a time.

"what--"

The moment the Soul Blade was swung, the man cried out in shock and pain.

The pain of the soul far surpasses the pain of the body.

No one, regardless of who they are, can remain indifferent.

But this is just the beginning.

The Soul Blade sliced ​​through the man's soul again and again.

Painful screams echoed throughout the entire mountain, startling all the animals into fleeing.

Song Wanning didn't stop, continuing to cut.

She didn't kill the man, she just tortured him...

The man can keep his composure at first, but over time, he can't take it anymore.

The pain was so intense that I rolled on the ground, but it didn't help.

Unable to bear it any longer, he finally begged for mercy in agony.