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"Dimensional Reduction" can compress three dimensions into a plane, experiencing a different kind of life.
In the terrified eyes of the system, the soul of Wei Zhao trapped in the Soul-Locking Bead was quickly reduced to a plane after coming into contact with "Dimensional Reduction" and then imprinted onto an ancient scroll.
Through the nano-sonar, I can clearly hear Wei Zhao's voice of collapse and despair.
"Song Qingwu, where is this? Why can't I move? Save me, save me."
Then came the long and piercing screams. But without a nanosonar, no one would hear what a soul was screaming about.
I leisurely hung the portrait in the middle of the hall.
"This is the New Destinations I have chosen for you. For the next tens of thousands of years, you will stay here well." Just like the dark dungeon in the back mountain that Wei Zhao once chose for the original owner, a thin chain trapped most of the original owner's life, causing them to spend decades in a narrow and cramped cage. I have always been someone who seeks revenge for the slightest grievance. In the original plot, Wei Zhao climbed to the peak of the immortal path and lived for tens of thousands of years. According to the task requirements, I must ensure that he also lives enough days in this life.
After the soul is suppressed by the dimensional reduction, it will never disperse. Wei Zhao will forever be suppressed in this yellowed scroll. Unable to move, unable to call for help.
Day and night will be surrounded by loneliness, watching the updates of the cultivation world. The scroll is rich in spiritual power, and the paper will never be damaged. It has been imprinted on the scroll for tens of thousands of years, never to be released. I comforted myself with a smile. Such a good chance to survive, let him enjoy it slowly.
Outside the door, a disciple of the sacristy came to discuss matters with me. After looking around and not seeing Wei Zhao, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, you just married Brother Wei, where is he?" In an instant, tears rolled down my eyes as I looked at the lifelike portrait hanging on the wall, and said, "He, Brother Wei, he... he passed away from his severe injuries."
"I am left alone...day after day, I can only gaze at the painting and yearn for the person, to ease the longing in my heart."
A new legend has emerged in the cultivation world. The Master Song in the Cangyao Sect is an extremely sentimental person. Although married to his junior brother for only a short day, the junior brother was seriously injured and passed away.
However, the Master Song still hangs the portrait of his husband in the main hall, yearning for him day after day, becoming a great story in the cultivation world. The mission has been completed, so theoretically I should leave the cultivation world plane.
But I have no intention of leaving. My dear husband is still roaring day and night in the painting, trying to find a way to break free from the shackles.
My fellow disciples are still in the Million Souls Flag, their physical bodies have long been destroyed, only their souls are repeatedly consumed, wailing in endless pain throughout the night. Before the system left, it tearfully took out ten points from the crevice and exchanged them for an Electromagnetic Railgun for me to use for protection.
I know, the system is truly heartbroken this time. Because it took out all the points from the bottom of the box, leaving only a bare token, and left here wailing like a ghost and howling like a wolf.
I played with the dart in my hand, fiercely inserting it into the picture hanging on the wall time and time again. The nano device transmitted clear screams. It brought joy to those who heard it. Cangyao Sect has a great reputation in the cultivation world, and the resources for the next ten years are flowing into the sect like water. Without the former disciples, there will be a new group of disciples entering, eagerly bowing at my door.
In the world of cultivation, there is never a shortage of cultivators with dreams of ascension. In the Million Souls Flag, there is also no shortage of ants to be refined. On a whim, I took Wei Zhao's "portrait" and went down the mountain to travel, and once again encountered the Million Souls Flag.
Perhaps it was the courage that was broken by the laser instrument last time, but Million Souls Flag fled at the sight of me. Inside, countless souls were screaming in agony. I could even hear familiar voices inside. My junior sister, and other junior brothers.
They still have several years before their souls scatter, similar to the experience of my past life.
I bent down to pick up the scroll that had accidentally fallen into the water. Inside, Wei Zhao had already drunk enough water and was almost choked, unable to move a bit. A passing young monk nearby exclaimed enviously, "The Master Song is truly devoted. Her husband has passed away, yet she still travels down the mountain with her husband's portrait." I blushed and lowered my head. "My husband and I had a deep affection, so naturally I want to bring him along." No one would know that his portrait was hanging in the Cangyao Hall.
Locking a soul tightly. It can never break free for eternity.
I am senior sister, the only cultivator in this true cultivation world!
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