The woman's face was as pale as paper, yet still breathtakingly beautiful.
She has picturesque eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and lips as pale as frost and snow, like a white lotus withering in the cold wind.
Her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her pale face, as if she was in eternal sleep.
Seeing this scene, Tuanan and Ji Wuming both stopped.
Although they felt a strong pressure outside, when they actually entered the tower, they could not feel any power from the woman in front of them.
"Ancestor, is she still alive?"
At this moment, Ji Wuming was undoubtedly the most nervous. He had finally found a god to be the sword spirit.
If there was no sword spirit, it would be difficult for the Overlord Sword to draw the sword in front of the magic sword.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of chains colliding lightly was heard in the air.
Her breathing was extremely slow, as if every breath required a great deal of effort.
Perhaps she heard some noise, she raised her head slightly and looked at Ji Wuming.
At the same time, her body trembled slightly, as if she was struggling against the sealing power of the chains.
Whenever she tried to struggle, the runes on the chains would burst into dazzling light.
The barbs on the hook would also dig deeper into her body, causing her body to suddenly stiffen.
A faint halo could be vaguely seen around the woman's body. That was her remaining divine power, which was being stripped away bit by bit by the God-Slaying Tower.
The ancestor explained.
“This person’s name is Wei Xiang. He was once a supreme being in the God Realm. Because he angered the Heavenly Dao, he was banished to the Four Imperial Immortal Realms and suppressed there.
This God-killing Tower was built for her."
Inside the tower, Wei Xiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she sensed something.
Her lips moved slightly, and an almost inaudible whisper came out.
"How long?"
Even in a desperate situation, there was no pleading in her tone, only deep exhaustion.
When the old ancestor heard her voice, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
"Five million years."
"Five million...ten thousand."
Wei Xiang murmured these three words softly, and it seemed that he had already lost the concept of time in his mind.
The ancestor stepped forward and stated the purpose of this trip.
"I'm here to make a deal with you."
Wei Xiang barely had the strength to look up. These people had suppressed her in the God-Slaying Tower for five million years, and now they wanted to make a deal with her?
"What deal?"
"I will set your soul free, but you must become the sword spirit of the Overlord Sword."
The old ancestor moved his fingers slightly, and the Overlord Sword on Ji Wuming's waist suddenly came out of its sheath and floated in the air in front of Wei Xiang.
Looking at the broad sword in front of him, Wei Xiang just took a glance and then disdained to look at it again.
"A mere immortal weapon, and you want me to be a weapon spirit?"
"What's the difference between being trapped in the sword and being trapped here?" She moved her fingers slightly, and the Overlord Sword suddenly returned to its sheath. "How can we talk about freedom?"
Ji Wuming took half a step forward anxiously, but after being looked at by Tu Nan, he immediately retreated silently.
The ancestor didn't care about Wei Xiang's choice at all, because it was no longer up to Wei Xiang to choose.
"In that case, I have no choice but to offend you."
The Sword Sect's ancestor clasped his hands together, and a sharp sword light flashed from his fingertips.
As his gestures changed, the Overlord Sword, emitting a sharp cold light, slowly rose and hung above Wei Xiang's head.
The sword body trembled slightly, as if longing for something, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Wei Xiang's crown.
Wei Xiang was tightly bound by several thick chains, which were engraved with ancient and obscure runes.
At the moment when the Overlord Sword hovered, the chains suddenly burst into dazzling light.
The runes seemed to be injected with life and began to slowly wriggle, like tiny snakes, flowing along the chains into Wei Xiang's body.
Every time a rune touched her skin, it caused a sharp pain, as if countless tiny needles were piercing her flesh.
"ah--!"
Wei Xiang suddenly looked up and let out a heart-wrenching cry.
Her eyes were wide open, her pupils filled with pain and despair, veins bulged on her forehead, and cold sweat streamed down her cheeks like rain.
At the same time, her soul began to be forcibly separated from her body by an invisible force.
That force was like an invisible giant hand, tightly grasping her soul and mercilessly pulling her out of her body.
Wei Xiang's soul turned into a light blue light, slowly rising from her head, like a wisp of smoke, attracted by the tip of the Overlord Sword, and gradually flowing into the sword body.
With the influx of spirit and soul, the blade of the Overlord Sword began to vibrate slightly, emitting a low humming sound, as if cheering.
The runes on the sword also lit up, emitting a faint blue light, merging with Wei Xiang's soul.
Wei Xiang's body was like a shell without a soul, slowly collapsing to the ground, without any sign of life.
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