Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

"kill!"

With a roar, Chen Changsheng activated the three Ancestral Witch avatars simultaneously.

Ru Shou, in his avatar, waved his arms, and thousands of golden swords converged into a golden torrent, slashing towards the chest of the soul giant.

Zhu Rong opened his mouth and spat out a fireball containing the primordial fire of the Wu Clan. The temperature was so high that even the space around it was melting.

Gonggong transformed into a figure and pushed forward with both palms. The endless black water transformed into a giant dragon, carrying a crushing force that rushed towards the head of the soul giant.

Three attacks, from three directions, arrived simultaneously.

"Aww!"

The Soul Giant let out a roar and took a half step back.

Half a step.

For a being of this size, half a step is hundreds of thousands of miles.

The three attacks struck its soul, exploding into three enormous bursts of light within it. But when the light dissipated—

Only three shallow dents remained on the Soul Giant's body, and they were healing at a visible speed.

Chen Changsheng's heart sank.

It can't be penetrated.

Although the attack from the ancestral witch's avatar injured it, the damage was too minor. This creature's soul body was abnormally resilient.

However, this was not what Chen Changsheng was really concerned about.

Rather, it was the reaction of the soul giant at that moment.

It stopped attacking.

Two dark eyes stared intently at the three ancestral witch incarnations, their extreme rage mixed with a clear sense of shock.

"Ancestor...Witch?"

Its voice changed.

It was no longer just pure killing intent and hatred; it contained something more complex.

"Aren't you human? Why... do you possess the power of the Ancestral Witches?!"

Chen Changsheng did not answer.

Because he was too busy to talk.

The attacks from the three ancestral witch incarnations were merely a cover. He had already prepared his true killing move.

Inside the Eastern Emperor Bell, Chen Changsheng flipped his right hand, and a long spear, entirely black and radiating an eerie luster, appeared in his palm.

At the tip of the gun, a faint gray aura swirled.

God-Slaying Spear.

The demon soldiers of Demon Ancestor Rahu.

It can harm the enlightenment of a saint and extinguish all spiritual consciousness!

And the guy on the other side—is a soul.

Chen Changsheng channeled his magical power into the God-Slaying Spear, and the spear instantly erupted with a terrifying aura that caused the heavens and earth to change color. That aura was directed towards the Soul Giant, precisely locking onto its soul core.

The Soul Giant's form suddenly froze.

Those two dark, shadowy eyes contracted violently at that moment, or rather, they shrank into two points.

"What is that?!"

For the first time, fear was present in its voice.

It wasn't pretense, it wasn't a test; it was an instinctive fear welling up from the depths of the soul.

The aura emanating from the God-Slaying Spear is the most lethal nemesis to any soul. No matter how powerful you were in life, no matter how resilient your soul was, the spear's nature is—to destroy everything.

"No--"

The Soul Giant retreated rapidly, covering a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles in an instant.

The terrifying pressure that had just been able to shatter a supreme innate treasure had vanished completely. In its place was panic and a desire to escape.

"Don't come any closer!"

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng finally felt much relieved.

it works.

The God-Slaying Spear was effective against it.

He took a deep breath, stepped into the void, held the God-Slaying Spear, and had three Ancestral Witch incarnations lined up behind him, exuding an imposing aura.

"Now."

Chen Changsheng spoke, his voice not loud, but it was clearly audible in this shattered world.

"It's your turn to answer my question."

He held the God-Slaying Spear horizontally in front of his chest, the tip slightly raised, still locked onto his opponent.

"Who are you? Where is this place? Why are you reacting so strongly to the word 'human'?"

The Soul Giant stood millions of miles away, its massive form trembling slightly.

Those two pairs of eyes were fixed on the God-Slaying Spear in Chen Changsheng's hand, as if they were staring at the most terrifying thing in the world.

The silence lasted for a long time.

The hatred that permeated the heavens and earth was still intense, but it was suppressed by the power of the God-Slaying Spear and could no longer be transformed into an attack.

Finally, the giant of souls spoke again.

The rage in his voice had mostly subsided, replaced by a hoarse, weary tone, as if worn down by countless years.

"That spear in your hand... belongs to Rahu."

It's not a question, it's an affirmative sentence.

Chen Changsheng's heart skipped a beat.

Does it recognize Rahu?

"Who exactly are you?" he pressed.

The giant of souls remained silent for a moment, and its trembling soul body slowly shrank, as if it was reducing its size, from filling the sky to being "only" ten thousand feet tall.

"I……"

Its voice was hoarse and blank, as if it hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

"I've...forgotten."

"All I remember is hatred."

"I hate humanity. I hate this world. I hate those... who imprisoned me here."

It lowered its head, its two dark eyes falling on the remaining fragments of dark gold chains on its body.

"It's been a long time. So long that I've forgotten my own name, forgotten what I look like."

"All I know is... I shouldn't be here."

As Chen Changsheng listened to these words, his mind raced.

Imprisoned. Hates humanity. Hates heaven and earth. Chained. Possesses absurdly powerful strength. Appears within the inner space of Penglai Immortal Island.

A vague guess is taking shape.

But that's not enough. There's not enough information.

He did not retract the God-Slaying Spear, but his tone softened slightly.

"You said you were imprisoned...who locked you up here?"

The Soul Giant's body trembled again, and the hatred almost got out of control once more.

"Yes……"

It opened its mouth, as if trying to say a name.

But at that moment—

Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet lit up.

Not just a small patch, but the entire surface of the shattered continent, was simultaneously illuminated by countless golden patterns.

Those patterns were ancient and complex, radiating a power that even Chen Changsheng found unsettling.

The Soul Giant's expression instantly twisted.

"No...it's happening again!! Damn it!!!"

It let out a mournful roar, and its entire soul began to twist and deform violently, as if it were enduring some kind of irresistible torment.

The golden patterns rose from the ground, transforming into countless chains that wrapped around the soul giant's body.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Screams echoed between heaven and earth.

Chen Changsheng stood there, gripping the God-Slaying Spear, watching this scene, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Those chains... are an array.

It is a sealing formation.

Something is suppressing this soul, and it happens periodically, like it's being tortured at regular intervals.

Bound by the golden chains, the Soul Giant shrank smaller and smaller until it finally transformed into a fist-sized, dark red ball of light, which was then dragged into the ground.

The golden patterns then dimmed and disappeared.

The world returned to silence.

But Chen Changsheng stood still, not moving for a long time.

The hand gripping the God-Slaying Spear tightened slightly.

This place...

What exactly is it?