The head fell off, and a dim light burst out from inside, arriving in front of Lu Xuan's head, trying to drill in.
A clear light emerged from the top of Lu Xuan's head. The Clear Dragonfly Feather Robe firmly blocked the soul of Chen Luo who was trying to seize his body.
"Junior Brother Lu! Spare me!"
A plea for mercy faintly came out from the dim light, it was Chen Luo.
"My physical body has been destroyed, only a remnant of my soul remains. Remembering our bond as fellow disciples, please spare your senior brother and give me a chance to live."
Chen Luo's voice was filled with pleading.
"Rest assured, I won't be like you, brother, harbouring the idea of a soul search."
A faint smile emerged on Lu Xuan's face, passing a thought to Chen Luo's soul.
"But it seems brother has no soul-preserving item. Out here in the Black Demon Abyss, you might encounter some evil cultivators. How about taking shelter in this artifact of mine to avoid trouble?"