A massive voice emanated from the huge figure in the crumbling ruins, and with that voice came an enormous arm that broke free of the ruins' confines and reached outward.
This arm was no longer blurry but clearly projected in Han Yi's mind—a gray-black arm with large, tightly fitting scales—and within Han Yi's mind, seeing those scales was akin to seeing worlds of bizarre death.
The Godly Venerable wielding the brown Divine Axe looked at the massive arm reaching out from the ruins, and his eyes burst with light as he boomed,
"So it is an Ancestor Demon's Soul Split. This Soul Split has persisted for so long. It appears that the duration of this Demon Sealing Field has been excessively long."
"Enough, I shall send you on your way."
The voice of the Supreme Venerable was unreserved, clearly resounding and spreading in all directions, shaking the Chaos, and to Han Yi's ears, it was as if it thundered right before him.
"Ancestor Demon? Soul Split? Demon Sealing Field?"
