Zuan's expression immediately turned solemn: "For the sake of a vague prophecy, you seniors were willing to sacrifice yourselves, and your souls have stayed in this icy land for thousands of years. It is truly admirable."

The general waved his hand, seemingly a little embarrassed: "It's just our duty."

Zuan couldn't help but ask curiously, "Which master back then was able to predict such a distant future?"

“He is the Imperial Gate Master, so no one doubts him,” the general said in a deep voice.

Zuan's heart stirred. In the history of the demon race, there was only one Yumen Master, and that was Yumen Beiqing. He was the most powerful Yin-Yang Master in the history of the demon race. It was even said that he had the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods. Many legends about him still circulate among the demon race. Demon race children grew up listening to stories about him.

"May I ask your honorable name, General?" Zu An bowed to the other party. Mikado Besharu's prophecy and arrangements were impressive, but the sacrifices made by these soldiers were even more worthy of respect.

The general looked up at the sky and said, "What was my name...? It's been too long, I can't remember..."

All the soldiers' souls were similarly empty and bewildered.

Zuan remained silent. It seemed that the passage of time had caused irreversible damage to these souls.

After a while, he asked, "By the way, what kind of divine artifact was left behind back then?"

At this moment, the general beckoned, and a somewhat dull and damaged sword appeared in his hand: "This is the Heavenly Cloud Sword."

Zuan was taken aback. This sword did look somewhat special, but it was still far inferior to divine artifacts such as the Tai'a Sword, the Sun-Shooting Bow, and the Human Emperor's Seal. It did not possess the terrifying pressure unique to those divine artifacts.

"Can this sword really deal with those demons?" Zuan was full of doubt.

“This sword alone is not enough,” the general said, gently stroking the blade as if reminiscing about the past. “Three divine artifacts are needed to seal those demons once again. In addition to this Heavenly Cloud Sword, we also need the Soul-Hooking Jade and the Nine-Foot Mirror. Back then, Master Yumen placed these three artifacts in three different locations just in case. Only the descendants of the demon race can collect all three artifacts by following the clues left behind.”

Zuan's heart stirred. The three divine artifacts were placed in three different locations. Earlier, the high-ranking members of the various demon races had gathered together to analyze the legends and records left behind by their respective races, and they had also determined the three locations. It seemed that these were the hiding places of the three divine artifacts.

"May I ask, senior, how can we seal those demons? The seal has been damaged quite a bit, and many powerful demons have escaped." Zu An said with some worry.

The general's expression turned serious: "This is the reason why we old folks have stayed here all this time. Leave those demons to us. As for the broken seal, once we have all three divine artifacts, you will naturally know how to reseal it."

"If I take this sword, will you be affected?" Zuan asked with some concern. He could sense that these ghosts seemed to have some kind of deep connection with the sword.

It's important to understand that a formation can't be created out of thin air; it usually requires something like a "formation eye".

To keep the souls of so many powerful warriors here for eternity, there must be something powerful that provides the energy, and it seems that this Heavenly Cloud Sword is the one for it.

“It’s alright, this is our home now,” the general said. “Keep this sword with you. When you need to, use it to call us, and we will be summoned to help you fight those demons.”

After speaking, the general gently stroked the Heavenly Cloud Sword again, as if he was reluctant to part with it.

Finally, he tossed it to Zaun: "Catch it."

Zu An was startled and subconsciously grabbed the sword. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly let out a painful groan, clutching his head and groaning in agony.

"Hahaha, he believed it? He actually believed it?"

The ghostly soldiers who had previously looked blank suddenly began to cackle and laugh, their faces contorted in a grotesque manner.

The general, who had previously appeared compassionate and righteous, now wore a strange smile. He spread his arms, floated in the air, and closed his eyes in ecstasy, as if embracing freedom: "So many years have passed, and I finally have the chance to leave."

As they spoke, countless black shadows appeared on the Heavenly Cloud Sword. Each shadow seemed to be the soul of a demon soldier, but each one had an extremely distorted expression. They all rushed towards Zu An, as if they wanted to drag this life into the deepest hell.

Just then, Zuan's sighing voice rang out: "Is this the method you've been thinking of for thousands of years?"

The general was stunned, then his face showed disbelief: "How is this possible! You may be strong, but you couldn't possibly withstand the impact of thousands of souls at the same time just now."

"Oh, you mean this sword? I didn't touch it." Zu'an raised the sword in his hand, and only then did the general notice that a wisp of black energy appeared in his palm, which was a few inches away from the Heavenly Cloud Sword. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't notice that he wasn't touching the sword.

Just then, those black, vengeful spirits pounced on him. Zu An snorted coldly, and a white light suddenly flashed around him. The vengeful spirits vanished like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun, emitting white smoke and screaming as they disappeared.

"How did you know I was going to assassinate you?" The general's face was extremely gloomy.

The other party was clearly deeply moved after hearing his story, and his responses showed that he believed it. Therefore, he planned to take advantage of the other party's contact with the Heavenly Cloud Sword to launch thousands of wronged souls to invade his sea of ​​consciousness.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn't possibly react in that instant; his mind would be destroyed by countless wronged souls.

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