The Ming Snake was entirely pitch black, with mottled and chaotic soul power flowing over its body.
Its eyes flickered with a red light, and mysterious patterns appeared and disappeared.
It had already taken its own life millions of years ago, its physical body completely destroyed, leaving only a few strands of remnant souls that were spared due to a moment of mercy.
Over the millennia, these remnants had become as thin as sand.
If not for forcibly replenishing itself with the soul power of tens of thousands of scattered cultivators and mortals, it would have dissipated at the...
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