Fighting to Break the Sky, Thousands of Souls Burn the Sky

The wedge of magic flame burns the sky, and the soul travels to another world At the bottom of Kunlun Ruins, the dark wind howled. Above the blood-red altar, nine soul pillars engraved with ferocious runes soared into the sky. On top of the pillars, billions of resentful souls screamed and struggled, forming a black soul river across the sky and the earth. Su Ye stood suspended in the air, wearing a black magic robe without any wind. There was no emotion on his pale face, only a pair of eyes, as black as ink, with two clusters of strange purple fire burning in the depths. In his hand, he held a small black sail the size of a palm. The surface of the sail was densely covered with soul patterns, and countless soul shadows could be vaguely seen rising and falling. It was the magic treasure that took him ten years of hard work and gathered thousands of souls to refine - the Ten Thousand Soul Sail.