After her rebirth, Liu Yunqing has had sporadic memory loss.

She thought it was a flaw in her rebirth, but unexpectedly, she saw some of her lost memories here.

Since it was her own memory, Liu Yunqing was no longer so flustered and let the memory lead her back to its source.

Upon hearing Wuchen's words, Liu Yunqing was surprised. So Wuchen also came to the Soul-Stealing Valley in his previous life?

I wonder if he ever figured out the truth of the matter in his past life.

Just as Liu Yunqing was pondering this, he heard his own voice addressing Wuchen:

"Wuchen, I feel like something's not right over there. Take a look over there."

Wuchen responded softly, and Liu Yunqing felt her soul move in a certain direction.

The next moment, the familiar feeling of falling came.

However, given Wuchen's cultivation level at the time, he didn't seem to need to panic. Instead, he landed steadily in no time.

At the same time, Liu Yunqing's eyes lit up.

It turned out to be a small, brightly lit temple.

What kind of light can burn day and night in the dark and sunless Soul-Stealing Ravine?

"This...it's actually a temple illuminated by soul fire!"

Wuchen's voice was filled with shock and immense admiration.

Only the soul fire offered in voluntary sacrifice can illuminate all things in the world.

But one person's soul fire cannot sustain a temple for so many years.

Therefore, this is a temple built by a group of people who voluntarily offered sacrifices and used their souls to support it.

What must something be so important to be worthy of being enshrined in such a temple?

Wuchen was so shocked by this scene that he dared not step into the temple for a long time, while Liu Yunqing, who had transformed into a divine soul, was overwhelmed with grief for no reason.

This sorrow came out of nowhere, yet it weighed heavily on Liu Yunqing's soul, making it hard for him to breathe.

Just as Liu Yunqing was lost in grief, she heard her own voice, filled with urgent sorrow, say:

"Wuchen, go in quickly! You must get what's inside!"

Liu Yunqing suppressed her grief and focused her attention on Xian Wuchen.

Hearing Liu Yunqing's urging, Wuchen indeed stopped hesitating and stepped into the temple.

From the outside, the temple didn't look much bigger than the previous supply point, but once inside, it was discovered that the temple's boundaries were completely invisible.

It's not that the temple is very big, but that the entire space inside the temple is enveloped in a warm, golden-red glow.

What's amazing is that not only could Wuchen see this scene, but even the divine soul that hadn't even emerged from the prayer beads could see it, as could the manifested Liu Yunqing.

And the moment Wuchen stepped into the temple, a continuous stream of mournful cries echoed in Liu Yunqing's mind.

Interspersed among them was a weak and sorrowful voice:

"The Golden Crow Clan only has one last chance..."

What Golden Crow? A divine race? What opportunity?

Before Liu Yunqing could figure out the meaning behind those sorrowful words, she heard a voice that seemed to rise from the depths of her heart, gradually growing from faint to a unified chant.

"Sunshine Golden Crow, God bless our clan."

"I offer my soul in sacrifice, to summon the Lord's soul back."

...

"Sunshine Golden Crow, God bless our clan!"

"I offer my soul in sacrifice, to summon the Lord's soul back!"

...

"Sunshine Golden Crow, God bless our clan!!"

"I offer my soul in sacrifice, to summon the Lord's soul back!!"

...

The chanting was strange and sacred. Although she couldn't understand the specific content, as the voice grew higher and higher, Liu Yunqing felt her mind tremble, as if countless forces were trying to squeeze into her body.

Even if it was just her divine soul, that excessively vast power was beyond what a mortal divine soul could contain.

"Wuchen! I feel so bad! I feel... like I'm being torn apart!!!"

Liu Yunqing heard the screams of her past life's soul and watched helplessly as the influx of excessive golden-red power caused cracks to appear in the soul that had been nurtured within the prayer beads for a hundred years.

But at this moment, Wuchen seemed frozen in place, his pure and compassionate eyes filled with confusion.

Only when the piercing screams of the soul reached him did Wuchen's eyes flicker with emotion. After struggling for a while, he regained consciousness, covered in sweat.

Without Liu Yunqing's soul needing to say anything, Wuchen had already noticed the problem with the soul.

With a flick of his wrist, he held the prayer beads that nurtured Liu Yunqing's soul in his palm. With his other hand, he quickly formed hand seals and murmured scriptures. Golden light soon enveloped the prayer beads.

As the golden light descended, Liu Yunqing clearly felt that the tearing pain in her soul was lessened, but the pain would intensify as soon as Wuchen stopped.

Left with no other choice, in order to prevent Liu Yunqing's soul from dissipating, Wuchen could only roll up his monk's robe and leave the temple with his prayer beads.

But Liu Yunqing did not leave in this life.

She was left on a torn, silently falling fragment of her soul.

As soon as Wuchen stepped out of the temple, the light inside the temple dimmed rapidly and then collapsed at an extremely fast speed.

However, the dimming divine light did not truly disappear; instead, it quickly moved towards the only charred piece of wood enshrined in the center of the temple altar.

Then, the collapsed bricks and tiles of the temple, piled upon pile, were buried and never saw the light of day again.

The fallen souls vanished completely after a brick or tile fell on them.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenru? Are you alright?"

Liu Yunqing suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in complete darkness, but this darkness was not like the darkness of the Soul-Stealing Valley, which could be seen through by a cultivator's naked eyes and divine sense.

Isn't this the Soul-Stealing Stream? Has she left that place?

Looking into Wuchen's pure eyes, unchanged for hundreds of years, Liu Yunqing tried to control her breathing, shook her head, and scanned her surroundings with her divine sense, saying:

"Master Wuchen, I've been unconscious for a long time? How did I get out of the Soul-Stealing Abyss?"

Seeing that Liu Yunqing showed no abnormality, Wuchen's eyes crinkled as he said:

"As you joking, fellow Daoist, we haven't left the Soul-Staying Abyss yet. I only just found you and brought you back to our lodging."

Liu Yunqing was taken aback, pointed to the space devoid of any wandering spirits or resentful souls, and asked:

"We haven't left the Soul-Stealing Abyss? Then where is this?"

Speaking of this, Wuchen's eyes flashed with confusion, and he shook his head, saying:

"I don't know where I am. I just fell down and landed here."

"The space here is about the same size as the previous supply point, but there is no supply platform or trace of any formation."

"Strangely, even wandering ghosts and vengeful spirits cannot enter this place, thus forming a bizarre space."

Thinking of what he had just seen in his soul, Liu Yunqing suddenly became excited. He turned over and got up from the ground, and began to examine the small space.

The space was really limited. When Liu Yunqing opened her eyes, her divine sense had already scanned the entire space and found nothing unusual.

But when she got up and looked at it with her naked eye, the scene had changed.

This place was clearly the small temple she had just seen in her divine sense, the one lit by the fire of countless human souls!

Thinking of the vanished divine light and the wood protected by the collapsed bricks and tiles that he had just seen in his soul, Liu Yunqing's gaze fell precisely on the center of the space, a place that looked no different from the rest.