Beichuan Si did not carry the already fainted Magong Tong on his back; he simply flipped her over and, like hoisting a sack of rice, hoisted her directly onto his shoulder.
It also made it easier for him to exert force.
The moment he left the underground palace, Beichuan Si looked back once again at the altar.
The Soul Summoning Flowers surrounding the circular altar—
they had bloomed.
Delicate white petals entwined with faint red threads.
Those were lines made from the blood of the Soul Suppressing Twins.
The enchanting petals fluttered above the violently churning pitch-black Nether Spring—
But what most attracted Beichuan Si's gaze were still the two people in the center of the altar.
"Soul Suppressing Twins…" Beichuan Si murmured.
The Spiritual Bodies of Shenzhu Shihui and Magong Yongshi intertwined.
They were snow-white Spiritual Bodies, arms woven into stamens, transparent skin as petals—
Like a giant Soul Summoning Flower.
Booming!!!
