In the surrounding void, countless divine soul power and blood qi intertwined, drawing them from numerous caves to the long banner.
For countless years, the souls of countless people had gathered and provided an unknown amount of power to the Soul Sealing Banner and the First Elder.
It was unknown how powerful the First Elder's soul was.
Han Muye's gaze fell on a formation of cultivators, and with a thought, his spiritual power reached out.
"Patriarch, where's Sixth Brother?" His voice directly sounded in the cultivator's divine treasures with the help of the patterns.
Patriarch Tao Ran.
This old man sitting cross-legged was Patriarch Tao Ran.
A familiar voice sounded in the divine treasures, and Patriarch Tao Ran's eyes suddenly widened.
His body trembled slightly, and he was about to open his mouth when Han Muye's voice sounded again. "Patriarch, use the power of your soul to write in the divine treasure."
