Chapter 5503
For a moment, the Soul Gathering Altar was filled with cries of gratitude. The monks surrounded the golden-robed monk, eager to immediately become his disciples.
They regarded the golden-robed monk as their savior, unaware that they had fallen into an abyss of no return.
The golden-robed monk waved his hand with feigned humility, but a subtle glint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.
These people had lost part of their souls, and the smooth flow of their spiritual energy was only a temporary illusion. Before long, they would find that their cultivation had regressed, even their spiritual intelligence had been damaged. By then, they would have become “nutrient” in the soul jars.
He calculated secretly in his mind, a smug sneer playing at the corner of his mouth.
“Foolish.”
From the corner, Kai’s voice, tinged with cold sarcasm, reached everyone’s ears clearly.
His voice was like a thunderclap, shattering the false harmony of the Soul Gathering Altar.
The monks instantly fell silent, turning to look at Kai, their faces darkening.
The resentment of Kai’s earlier “interference” surged back. The bearded man roared, “You traitor again! What’s your business with our breakthrough? Are you jealous of us?”
Kai ignored the man, staring intently at the golden-robed monk. His tone was filled with undeniable authority: “Hand over the Soul Urn.”
His gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing the monk’s heart and sending a wave of fear.
The monk’s face fell, then he feigned bewilderment. “What are you talking about, Daoist? What Soul Urn? I don’t understand.”
He retreated quietly, his hand reaching for the communication talisman at his waist.
Knowing Kai’s strength, he had to notify the Sixth Palace Master. A moment’s delay would allow them to bring him aid.
The monk silently prayed for the Sixth Palace Master to arrive quickly and rescue him from this predicament.
“Don’t understand?” Kai sneered, his figure suddenly disappearing.
He was extremely fast, like a ghost, and it was impossible to catch his trace.
When he reappeared, he was already standing in the center of the platform, his right hand reaching directly for the groove.
His movements were clean and sharp, without the slightest hesitation.
Seeing this, the golden-robed monk became anxious and took out a folding fan and slapped Kai on the back, shouting: “Fellow Daoists! This traitor wants to steal the treasures of the temple! He will destroy your Dao hearts, stop him quickly!”
The monks who had just broken through were already dissatisfied with Kai, and when they heard the three words “stealing treasures”, they were instantly enraged.
They seemed to have been injected with a dose of stimulant. More than a dozen monks rushed towards Kai at the same time, holding up their magic weapons. Although the spiritual energy fluctuations were not as sharp as before, they also carried a bit of fierceness.
Kai did not even turn his head, and a powerful pressure suddenly emanated from his body.
The pressure was like a mountain pressing down on one’s head, instantly covering the entire Soul Gathering Altar.
The air seemed to solidify, making it difficult to breathe.
The monks who had lunged forward didn’t even have time to raise their hands before the overwhelming pressure pinned them to the ground, unable to move, their faces etched with horror.
They realized that the spiritual energy within them had become incredibly stagnant, unable to unleash even half of their previous strength. It
was as if an invisible force was restraining them, preventing them from unleashing their abilities.
“How could this happen… my spiritual energy…” one monk muttered in horror, instinctively rubbing his forehead.
This time, he felt not only a sharp pain but also a sense of emptiness, the trace of his soul being drained away.
His heart was filled with fear and regret, but it was too late.
The other monks reacted as well, their faces pale. The joy of their breakthrough had vanished, replaced by a deep fear.
They finally realized the danger they had fallen into, but they didn’t know how to escape.