Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Koji's soul let out a roar.

Twelve sword lights pierced into the formation.

The moment the sword light pierced the array node, the crimson vortex on the platform suddenly froze.

The rapidly spinning vortex seemed to freeze instantly, and the screams of countless distorted faces abruptly ceased.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the vortex, and a faint blue light emanated from the cracks.

Cui Ming maintained his position with his hands pressed to the ground, continuously outputting the power of Dan Shi, firmly trapping Long Ju Hao Er's soul.

He could clearly sense that the soul he had locked onto was struggling frantically.

"Do not--!"

Koji's will transformed into a sharp hiss, trying to break free from the crack.

However, the twelve flying swords had already deeply pierced into the area around the formation, and the Dan Shi power attached to the swords acted like chains, sealing off every crack in the formation.

Those places he had meticulously built for decades had now become his prison.

The nameless man remained expressionless, his hands loosely clasped.

The twelve flying swords pressed towards the center simultaneously.

The cracks broke apart.

A grayish-white soul was forced out from the shattered part, and before it could escape, it was pierced by twelve flying swords.

puff--!

Koji's soul let out its final scream.

The voice carried the decaying aura of 137 years, the arrogance of three rebirths, and the despair and resentment of Ryūjū Kōji.

His soul twisted and struggled in the sword light, trying to break apart and escape.

But each flying sword seemed to have a life of its own, relentlessly pursuing every fragment of his being.

The nameless man's pupils were as black as ink, staring at Koji's soul, which was pinned in mid-air.

"kill!"

As the word was uttered, all twelve flying swords simultaneously emitted a dark light.

The sword, as if alive, began to draw upon Koji's soul energy.

Koji's screams gradually subsided.

His soul became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The memories, secret techniques, and resentment accumulated over nearly a century were all absorbed by the flying sword and flowed into Wuming's body through the sword's blade.

Cui Ming stood up and walked to Wuming's side.

He simply observed the changes in the formation quietly.

As Koji's soul was devoured, the operation of the Yellow Springs Formation began to malfunction.

First, there are the blood-red patterns on the platform.

The energy that was originally flowing in a regular pattern became disordered.

Some patterns suddenly dimmed, while others burst into a blinding red light before quickly extinguishing.

One by one, the energy nodes that maintain the connection between the patterns lost their activity.

Cui Ming could sense that the energy flow that was originally converging towards the vortex from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain began to disperse.

Some flowed against the current, some stagnated, and some disintegrated directly in the air.

"he died."

Wuming suddenly spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Cui Ming nodded silently.

He looked at the patterns on the platform that were beginning to crumble, and then at the corpse wrapped in black substance not far away.

The black substance around the corpse was still wriggling, but it had lost its previous activity.

The feeling was like a finely tuned machine suddenly having its power cut off, abruptly falling into a state of stillness.

Just then, another mutation occurred.

A commotion arose from the direction of the mountaintop.

Cui Ming clearly sensed through his divine soul power that the aura of the Quanxing dead souls captured by the Yellow Springs Formation was rapidly dissipating.

At the top of the mountain, in front of the main hall of the Trinity Gate.

Zuo Ruotong was still maintaining the barrier composed of primordial Qi.

But suddenly they discovered that the souls that had been frozen in place began to tremble inexplicably.

Their trembling grew more and more violent, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of their souls.

A dark red light shone through the cracks, but it was quickly replaced by a grayish-white mist.

"Sect Leader, what... what's wrong with them?"

A disciple of the Sanyi Sect asked cautiously.

Zuo Ruotong did not answer, but simply observed intently.

The next moment, the souls of the dead simultaneously let out mournful howls.

The howl was completely different from the previous frenzied, bloodthirsty roar; it was filled with pain and fear.

Those were the painful memories of countless moments of death, the lamentations of Ryuu Koji's soul returning to their bodies after it was devoured by the nameless.

A soul of the Quanxing sect was clutching its head, its body contorted violently.

It died after its heart meridian was shattered by a disciple of the Sanyi Sect.

After its revival, it was repeatedly shattered by the disciples of the Sanyi Sect using the Reverse Life Triple Technique.

Now, those painful moments return, repeatedly tormenting its hard-won sanity.

It only lasted for three breaths before its soul exploded and dissipated into countless points of light.

Another member of the Quanxing sect died under Liang Ting's black tendons and soft bones.

Now, having undergone multiple baptisms of Zuo Ruotong's innate Qi, its body is covered with dense cracks, each crack spewing out black mist.

It howled and rolled on the ground, its soul constantly shattering and reforming.

However, the reconstituted soul was even more unstable and eventually dissipated completely after the tenth shattering.

"This is..."

Zuo Ruotong frowned.

"Have they regained their senses? But the great formation seems to have failed, so the pain of death has returned to their souls as well..."

Those memories of death that were suppressed by the Yellow Springs Formation were no longer suppressed after Koji's death.

All the souls captured by the great formation instantly recalled the agony they felt before their deaths.

Furthermore, because they had been repeatedly revived and killed by the Yellow Springs Array,

This pain then accumulates layer upon layer as it recurs.

As the formation lost its dominance, the pain that had been suppressed by it instantly returned.

The vast majority of the souls of the Quanxing clan are simply unable to endure such painful torment.

On the mountaintop plaza, countless souls self-destructed in a matter of short spans.

Their souls shattered into points of light, but those points of light did not dissipate.

Instead, they were drawn by some invisible force and surged towards the mountainside.

Meanwhile, the same scene was playing out on both sides of the mountain road and at the foot of the mountain.

Down the mountain, at the Shenji Alliance's position.

Zhang Xuan noticed that the Quanxing souls that had been suppressed within the light net suddenly stopped struggling.

They stood frozen in place, the crimson light in their eyes gradually fading, replaced by a sense of bewilderment.

That bewilderment lasted only a moment before being replaced by extreme pain.

A ghost knelt on the ground, tearing at its own soul with its hands.

It died from having its head smashed by a puppet's heavy punch, and now the pain of that shattered head was repeatedly assaulting it, making it unable to think of anything.

It opened its mouth wide as if to roar, but no sound came out.

After shattering seven or eight times, the soul completely turned into specks of light.

Another soul was burned to death in life, and now the phantom of raging flames appears on the surface of its soul.

It writhed wildly in the flames, eventually being painfully burned to ashes.

"This is..."

Li Muxuan watched this scene in astonishment.

"The controller of the great formation is dead."

Zhang Xuan made a quick judgment.

"These souls have lost control, and the suppressed pain of death has returned to them. They can't take it."

Zhao Pingshan looked through the mask of the Xuanji Armor at the souls of the dead destroying themselves one after another, and said in a deep voice.

"Should we continue the attack?"

"Maintain formation, don't be reckless."

Zhang Xuan gave the order.

"Let them die on their own. But notice those points of light—they are being attracted to something."

Everyone looked in the direction the light was moving.

The specks of light scattered from the dead souls drifted upwards along the mountain path, eventually disappearing halfway up the mountain.