Chapter 136: Ten Thousand Soul Banner

A brilliant yellow pillar of light, like molten gold, shot straight into the sky, connecting heaven and earth above the Demon Battlefield.

The sky lit up, attracting every cultivator who could see this heaven-reaching pillar of light.

Weisheng Yucheng, who had been riding an ox and listlessly searching for someone, stopped at once; while looking at the pillar of light rising into the sky on the horizon with great interest and a mocking smile, he did not forget to pat the old ox and change direction.

As he swayed on the ox's back, he said, "I bet that as long as I head in that direction, I will definitely be able to see Lu Ren."

"Moo."

The old ox let out a long low, seemingly in agreement.

"Let's go."

Weisheng Yucheng patted the old ox's neck lightly, "We are going to find him; although there are many good things in this Secret Realm, that place clearly isn't an ordinary spot."

"Perhaps there is some opportunity waiting for us."

"Let's go."

There were many others who had the same thought as him.

Although the Secret Realm was vast.

The influence brought about by this heaven-reaching pillar of light rising from the ground could not be underestimated.

Almost all the cultivators saw this pillar of light radiating an alluring glow, and the crowd, regardless of what they were doing, all turned around and headed toward the place where the pillar of light was emanating from.

"Such a large pillar of light..."

"Perhaps there is some inheritance inside!"

"Anyway, no particularly good things have been found in this Secret Realm yet, so we might as well go and take a look; it would be good to see if we can seize an opportunity."

In the Demon Battlefield.

After Lu Ren finished speaking, ignoring the shocked gaze of the general beside him, he used the Spear in his hand to instantly slice off the neck of a member of the Demon Race.

Even though it was shrouded in monstrous demonic light, it could not diminish the spiritual light flickering on his body.

"You!"

The general's face was full of shock.

But after the shock came immense anxiety, "Do you know what you are doing? This is unnecessary kindness!"

He looked anxious, gritting his teeth and roaring, "I am already a dead man, I have long since had a path to death; if this remnant soul of mine can still do something, it would fulfill my last wish."

"What is the point of keeping my remnant soul? Do you want me to wait for it to dissipate in the Demon Battlefield for no reason!"

He was extremely agitated.

But what he said was indeed the truth.

The Secret Realm opened once every hundred years, and he was not sure if his remnant soul could last another hundred years.

If it could not last...

Then everything would just be empty talk.

Everything would be in vain.

At this moment, the general's shock and heartache were based solely on his own death and the dissipation of his remnant soul becoming a wasted effort; he had no idea that in the current Tianxuan Continent, the concept of the Emperor Realm had long since ceased to exist.

And the reason he was so anxious was that he sensed his compatibility with Lu Ren was extremely high.

He could even achieve a state of man and soul as one during battle.

If he missed this opportunity, there would be no other chance! How could he not be anxious? However, Lu Ren just looked at him calmly and indifferently.

"I said, I don't need it."

A very calm sentence, revealing arrogance, but even more so, certainty.

The general only felt it was absurd.

Having a predecessor's experience and memories to lead the way could save one from taking many detours.

There was no one in the entire cultivation world who didn't need that!

What kind of confidence did Lu Ren have to be able to say such arrogant words? He was simply too wild!

Little did he know...

The reason Lu Ren was unwilling to accept the general's remnant soul was not because of any aloofness, but because...

He was a soul that did not belong to this world to begin with. If he were to recklessly accept the general's remnant soul, then, given the other party's background, it was possible the other party might discover something.

Admittedly, this was a very small probability, but the greater reason was because...

Lu Ren beheaded a member of the Demon Race lunging at him, looked at the extremely anxious general before him, and suddenly spoke: "If the general has long had a path to death in his heart and insists on helping me, I wonder if the general would be willing to change the form?"

"What?"

Hearing his words, the general was momentarily stunned.

But he still shook his head with regret.

"It's impossible."

The general sighed helplessly, "I have already died long ago, and now I am just a remnant soul about to dissipate."

"If you want to take me away, I fear that once we leave this Demon Battlefield, it won't take long before I completely vanish into thin air!"

The other cultivators of the Human Race were even more anxious.

With their discernment, they could naturally see that looking across the entire Demon Battlefield, only this general had the clearest consciousness, and his cultivation was the highest.

Most of the other remnant souls of ancient cultivators could barely even speak, their consciousness was unclear, and only the instinctual desire to fight remained.

They were anxious for Lu Ren.

"Lu Ren, Lu Family Head! This general is right! Furthermore..." the speaker glanced at the firmament with some trepidation, "they have the things we need in their hands!"

"Consider it for the sake of the entire Tianxuan Continent; I ask the Lu Family Head to think twice!"

Anyone with even a little bit of brains could hear what this person was really after.

It was just that walls have ears, so it was inconvenient for them to speak it out loud.

However...

Lu Ren lowered his eyelids indifferently, concealing the meaningful look that flashed through his eyes.

There were too many people.

If he were to... all of these people here...

He raised his face and wore a smile, "That is naturally unnecessary, but I possess a treasure; if the General is willing, I can certainly take your remnant soul away."

"I swear upon my Dao heart! I will definitely be able to bring the General's remnant soul out of this Secret Realm and grant the General a new life."

"Is the General willing to try with me?"

The General stared fixedly at Lu Ren's face and heaved a heavy sigh.

They had long since become remnant souls and did not know what tears were, but hearing someone insist on giving him a new life, he still felt his eye sockets grow hot.

"Very well," he sighed and said, "I had already intended to give my remnant soul to you; how you arrange it is entirely up to your instructions."

Lu Ren smiled gratefully, "Many thanks for the General's benevolence!"

The gazes of the crowd toward Lu Ren changed again and again.

Unexpectedly...

This Lu Family Head still had moments of such kindness.

Although this kindness seemed a bit indecisive, compared to someone ruthless and vicious, they were still more willing to get along with this kind of person.

Lu Ren gestured with one hand, looking at the Demon Race still pouncing toward him, and casually took a new dharma robe from his Storage Bag, replacing his already tattered clothes in the blink of an eye.

He said: "There is no rush to take you out; General, come with me and fight our way through the Demon Battlefield!"

The General was also encouraged.

He took a deep look at Lu Ren, "Good! Then I shall fight alongside you!"

Lu Ren took a dharma treasure from his sleeve; that treasure looked like an embroidered handkerchief.

He said: "Please accept this item, General; it has the effect of stabilizing the soul."

The General accepted it without hesitation and nodded gratefully.

"Although I am resigned to death, being able to create a new opportunity for my Human Race at the moment my soul dissipates is absolutely a fortunate event."

"I will not decline."

"Many thanks, little friend Lu!"

He spoke sincerely.

Completely unguarded.

And even less able to see... the small characters that flashed and vanished in the corner of that embroidered handkerchief after it fell into his hands.

Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

(End of chapter)