The stone steps extended downward, seemingly leading into an endless abyss.
Ye Xiao took the first step, the stone slab underfoot emitting a dull echo that lingered in the dark space. Around him were countless drifting points of light — these were residual souls, entities sealed in the Ten Thousand Soul Hall for countless millennia. They had no consciousness, simply wandering instinctively, as if trapped in an eternal cage.
"Be careful," Hong Ling's voice came from behind Ye Xiao, "Although these residual souls have lost their consciousness, they still possess the ability to corrode souls."
Ye Xiao nodded and continued to walk downward. He could feel the pressure around him gradually increasing, a form of oppression from deep within the soul that made breathing difficult.
"Xiao Yun..." Ye Xiao muttered this name softly, a sharp pain stabbing his heart.
