Chapter 118: The Ice God's Secret and the Soul-Conducting Artifact

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A surge of formidable energies erupted one after another, transforming the atmosphere in the Prison of Slaughter into a chaotic frenzy. It seemed that every prisoner now saw a glimmer of hope for escape.

But this chaos didn't last long. A commanding voice filled with strict authority echoed throughout the nine levels of the prison.

"Traitors, die!"

The shout was accompanied by a formidable pressure, suffusing the entire prison with the terrifying aura of a high-level Soul Master. This oppressive force came from none other than Shui Yanjun, tasked with overseeing the prison.

Shui Yanjun, who sat in the ninth level, stood with all nine of his soul rings aglow. Six spirit entities circled around him as he concentrated a pure and intense icy energy between his palms.

"You think you alone can suppress us just because Shui Yuanchen isn't here?" sneered a Super Douluo from the eighth level. These were nine 98-level Soul Masters, top-tier experts of the world, who had just freed themselves from their bindings.

The reprimand from Shui Yanjun might have frightened some of the weaker prisoners, but it held no sway over these elite warriors.

"Ice Snow Slaughter Formation, activate!"

Shui Yanjun didn't respond to the mockery. When the icy soul energy between his hands reached its peak, he slammed it into the central core of the formation in the ninth level.

"Rumble!"

Instantly, the ancient formation came to life, releasing a burst of intense icy energy throughout the Prison of Slaughter. The formerly blood-red world suddenly filled with swirling snowflakes.

The prisoners, upon contact with the snowflakes, froze solid on the spot. Particularly in the seventh level and above, the carnage was swift and brutal, as numerous prisoners turned into solid ice.

The formation's nine-layered structure unleashed fierce killing winds that swept through each level, shattering the frozen prisoners into countless shards of ice.

"Ha ha ha! Look at how pure these souls are! This is the most valuable material for creating soul-conducting artifacts!"

"Yes, riot! Give me more!"

Within the eighth level, Shui Songshan's eyes were filled with greed as he absorbed the souls of the freshly slain prisoners, converting them into his own soul power.

Several hundred years ago, Shui Songshan had been ostracized by the Shui clan for his sinister practices, specifically for using human bodies to craft soul-conducting artifacts.

Although he'd been imprisoned before completing his first soul-conducting artifact, nobody knew that his evil inspiration came from an ancient idol in the family's ancestral land.

"If I can create the soul-conducting artifact, I can unlock that person's secret—the other half of the Ice God. Who exactly is he?"

Shui Songshan's eyes gleamed with desire, his emotions surging. The secret, hidden for millennia, was about to be revealed.

"I allowed myself to be imprisoned for so long, and finally, the day has come! All these souls are mine! Ha ha ha!"

"Move!"

Just as Shui Songshan was laughing maniacally, Tang Qinglin, the former leader of the Tang Clan dressed in black robes, shouted. The remaining four 98-level Super Douluos in the eighth level released their soul power and surged toward the underground seventh level.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The four Super Douluos used their immense soul power to forcefully break through the barrier leading to the seventh level, the air filling with violent detonations as they collided with the formation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The deafening sounds echoed throughout the entire Prison of Slaughter. In the ninth level, Shui Yanjun, who controlled the Ice Snow Slaughter Formation, saw what was happening and channeled the full force of the formation into the eighth level.

"Rumble!"

The sound of blizzards and the roar of the killing winds drowned out all other noise in the eighth level. The combined power of the ancient formation had reached an extremely terrifying level.

"Break through!"

Tang Qinglin felt a surge of danger and broke into a cold sweat, but his movements didn't falter.

Shua shua shua—

The group raced upward at incredible speed, afraid to fall behind even a step.

However, Shui Songshan didn't rush to join them. Instead, he watched the others ascend with an insatiable greed in his eyes.

"Mere ants dare to escape from my Shui clan's prison? Ridiculous!"

He had no intention of letting anyone escape. All would become fodder for his soul-conducting artifact.

"Ice Snow Slaughter Formation, activate!"

"Hummm—"

In a bizarre turn of events, Shui Songshan managed to seize partial control of the Ice Snow Slaughter Formation within a single breath!

"The Ice Snow Slaughter Formation? I can use it too!"

Shui Songshan's face twisted with malice. He cackled as he directed the formation's formidable power toward the ascending Super Douluos in the eighth level.

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

The entire Prison of Slaughter shook violently as the formation's power lashed out. Shui Yanjun, unprepared for the backlash, turned pale. He hadn't expected Shui Songshan to gain control of the formation!

"Shui Songshan, what are you doing?"

Tang Qinglin, struggling to fend off the formation's onslaught, scowled darkly, realizing something was off with Shui Songshan.

"What am I doing?"

"I'm just borrowing your souls!"

Shui Songshan's smile was twisted and sinister. He reached to his waist, pulling out a rib that transformed into a white bone soul-guided cannon!

Tang Qinglin, witnessing this sudden development, was both shocked and enraged. "Wasn't your blood-sacrifice soul-guided weapon destroyed by the Shui clan? Are you a spy?"

"Ha! Those backward fools in the Shui clan couldn't grasp something so profound. This is the wisdom of the Ice God!"

Or rather, the one behind the Ice God.

"Farewell, you remnants of the Tang Clan."

Shui Songshan's smile grew more menacing as he injected a mix of soul power and blood energy into the white bone cannon.

"Hummm—"

A low hum filled the air as the cannon activated. A blood-red beam shot out, instantly piercing through Tang Qinglin's body.

"Nooo—"

A scream of anguish and rage filled the prison.

Amid the deafening roars and explosions, the last remnants of the evil soul masters, led by Tang Qinglin, met their end under the devastating power of the formation and the soul-guided cannons. As the deadly beam faded, Shui Songshan's figure vanished from sight.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation. Shui Yanjun, now in control of the formation, looked around at the chaos and felt a sense of despair. He had no idea how he was going to explain this to the family head.

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Meanwhile, back with Shui Wuya, the Evil Eye Overlord's rage continued to mount.

"What is it that you want?" he roared, his frustration clearly visible. He had repeatedly tested his opponent's mental defenses, only to find them unbreakable. This wasn't like dealing with the weaklings from the Holy Spirit Sect.

"Finally ready to talk?" Shui Yuanchen smirked, sending another wave of killing energy to knock the Overlord back to the ground. His grin hinted at a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"Tell me! What is your purpose?" The Evil Eye Overlord had to swallow his anger and ask, though his fury was barely contained.

Shui Yuanchen stepped back and positioned himself half a step behind Shui Wuya, signaling a deference to him.

"It's quite simple. I want you to become my soul ring," Shui Wuya said, his tone calm. He had intended to further explain that he meant for the Overlord to become his soul spirit, but before he could elaborate, the Evil Eye Overlord exploded with anger.

"I am an 800,000-year soul beast! You think a mere human Soul Saint can make me his soul ring? You're looking for death!" The Overlord's massive eye turned a deep crimson as his rage ignited.

"How dare you!"

Before the Overlord could strike back, Shui Yuancheng reacted with a surge of killing intent. He pushed his soul power to the limit and stepped forward with his nine spirit entities appearing above the Overlord's head.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Blood Phoenix Scourge!"

In a flash, Shui Yuancheng's eighth soul ring gleamed with a crimson glow, painting the sky red. A blood-drenched phoenix materialized and dived straight at the Evil Eye Overlord.

Simultaneously, the nine spirit entities joined the attack, surrounding the Overlord from nine different angles and releasing brilliant beams of mental energy.

There was a blood-red bird with phoenix bloodline, a massive one-horned magic whale, a crimson water lily transformed into a blood-red phoenix, and a three-horned blue toad exuding icy air.

Together, these nine spirit entities formed a protective circle around Shui Yuancheng.

"Rumble!"

The Evil Eye Overlord quickly erected a mental energy barrier to defend himself, but the renewed clash of forces reverberated throughout the area. The sheer power of the collision created a mental energy storm, which, within seconds, spread across hundreds of feet.

Shui Wuya stood in the heart of the storm, his hands behind his back, his expression composed and unfazed.

(End of chapter)