"Stubborn cultist, I gave you a chance, but you gave it up yourself," the Bald Priest sneered coldly.

His glabella split open, revealing a red crystal stone embedded within, from which a red light radiated outwards, illuminating the surroundings. The illusory realm that had solidified around him instantly lost its color, gradually receding to reveal its true form.

The gallows that had bound him also dissipated into nothingness like ashes.

Yuan Ming's face showed surprise, as a black sound wave shot out from his forehead, enveloping the Bald Priest.

The Bald Priest raised the staff in his hand and swung it, causing a surge of green ghostly light to burst forth and collide with the black sound wave, shattering it with ease and casting its light upon Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming suddenly felt his body stiffen, and soon realized that his legs had lost all sensation.

Looking down, he saw that his legs had turned ashen and had petrified into stone, and with the spread of a gray light, his thighs and waist also began to petrify bit by bit.

In just a few breaths, his body from the neck down had turned into rigid stone.

"Are you a peak Soul Cultivator of the love witch? But this rigid Soul Power seems not to be cultivated by yourself," Yuan Ming managed to move his neck and looked at the Bald Priest, asking.

The latter was slightly startled and frowned slightly, not expecting Yuan Ming to remain so composed under such circumstances.

Thus, without any further nonsense, he flashed in front of Yuan Ming, and his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils turning pitch black as if they were deep wells.

Thick black mist surged within the eyes of the Bald Priest. Two metallic, foot-long green-eyed black snakes emerged from within, raising their heads, flicking their tongues, and darting straight towards Yuan Ming's eyes.

However, a black screen-like phantom flashed in front of Yuan Ming, and the two green-eyed black snakes disappeared into thin air.

The Bald Priest was startled, and again his eyes shot out two black snakes aiming at Yuan Ming's body.

But the figure of a green-robed old man materialized in front of Yuan Ming, who stretched out his hands and grabbed the two black snakes; it was the Heavenly Ghost Wanderer.

Two Three-eyed Soul Doves shot out from the body of the Heavenly Ghost Wanderer, and their sharp hooks grabbed one of the soul snakes each.

The Three-eyed Soul Doves screeched sharply, their claws pulling and tearing the soul snakes apart with ferocious and violent force.

The Bald Priest let out a scream, his eyes immediately shedding crimson tears, his spirit greatly weakened.

Silver lightning flashed on Yuan Ming's body, and the petrified marks all over him shattered, freeing him once again.

He raised his hand as if to do something but then stopped and flicked his sleeve.

A black screen appeared, the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, from which a white light was emitted.

Yuan Ming's forehead also released a black ripple, which merged with the white light.

Before the eyes of the Bald Priest, the scene blurred, and he found himself in a white space, once again bound to a gallows, not with chains but directly through the scapula.

"Tell me, why did you move against me?" Yuan Ming approached the Bald Priest, lightly patting his sleeve, and asked.

"Another Illusion Technique? Unfortunately, you are only a love witch, and such a level of illusion can't hold me!" the Bald Priest said dismissively, as a pink light circle rose again behind his head.

An even more violent burst of Divine Soul Power erupted, viciously assaulting the white space.

However, the white space only rippled slightly and then returned to calm, with no sign of breaking.

"How is this possible!" exclaimed the Bald Priest, showing a look of shock.

The illusory space before his eyes was unimaginably strong; he had stimulated all his Soul Power, as well as the power left by that 'great person' within his Divine Soul, but it was still like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Yuan Ming, upon seeing this scene, flashed a trace of joy in his eyes.

In the past three months, besides practicing the Demon Image Prison Suppression Skill, he had also spent his leisure time researching the "All Living Beings Dream" runes in the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, using them to enhance the level of the Dream Butterfly Illusion Technique.

His Dream Butterfly Illusion Technique had long been stagnant. With the aid of the All Living Beings Dream Rune, he had finally reached the "Mirage" level and was able to slightly harness the Illusion Power of the runes, greatly increasing the power of the illusion.

Today's test proved to be as hopeful; even the Bald Priest's Soul Power, infinitely close to that of the Sleeping Witch, could not break through.

Yuan Ming waved his hand, and the hooks that pierced through the chest of the Bald Priest suddenly pulled apart, bringing an intense pain that caused sweat to instantly break out on the Bald Priest's forehead.

"Even though these are illusions and your physical body is not harmed, the feeling of this pain is entirely real. It is a wound to your Divine Soul and can be ten times more painful than real physical injuries," Yuan Ming said calmly.

The Bald Priest clenched his teeth. The flesh on his glabella split open again, and the gem embedded there lit up once more.

But this time, before it could fully burst into light, a straight-shooting black longsword, the Soul Destroying Sword, pierced his forehead.

A "crack" sound of shattering rang out.

The gem on the Bald Priest's forehead was penetrated by the Soul Destroying Sword and exploded into crystal powder, as blood flowed down from his forehead.

For the first time, the Bald Priest showed an expression of terror, his fingers twitching imperceptibly.

On his right hand, he wore a small golden ring that was so inconspicuous it suddenly shattered into pieces.

The golden staff in his hand suddenly lit up with a blinding light, and "bang," it exploded.

A golden light enveloped the Bald Priest's body, and in an instant, a golden formation was formed. The nearby void shook violently—it was a Teleportation Array.

"Trying to escape?" Yuan Ming's eyebrows lifted, and he flicked his sleeve.

The Silver Banner shot out, expanding several times in the wind and enveloping the Bald Priest's body.

The space rune formation within the Silver Banner was activated, and the nearby void twisted, momentarily halting the operation of the golden formation.

A flash of silver light crossed Yuan Ming's palm, and a silver hammer appeared, the Thunder God Hammer. It shot out a thick bolt of thunder, striking the golden formation hard.

There was a loud "boom," and one corner of the golden formation was shattered!

The series of changes were faster than lightning. Before the Bald Priest could react, the golden formation had completely ceased to operate.

"You are not Yuan Ming! Yuan Ming is just a cultivator who hasn't yet reached Core Formation. It's impossible for him to have such Divine Skills! Who on earth are you?" The Bald Priest said, dumbfounded and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Yuan Ming did not answer, merely flicked his finger.

Another thick chain appeared out of thin air, piercing through the Bald Priest's chest, forcing another scream of agony from him.

He used the Soul Searching Divine Ability and grabbed at the air. A cloud of black mist enveloped the Bald Priest, seeping toward his Divine Soul, and the Bald Priest's eyes immediately became clouded.

The Bald Priest's Divine Soul was actually pink in color and exceptionally resilient. The Soul Searching Divine Ability could not penetrate it.

Yuan Ming frowned and stopped using the Soul Searching Divine Ability.

"If you dare to kill me, the Wuyue Sect will not let you go," the Bald Priest said, his eyes clearing and his voice filled with both ferocity and vulnerability.

"If I feared the Wuyue Sect, I wouldn't have appeared here today. If you want to live, tell me everything about this place!" Yuan Ming said with a cold smile.

Panic flashed across the Bald Priest's face, his eyes darting about, but he remained silent.

"It seems you plan to try other means. Since that's the case, let's give you a proper taste," Yuan Ming's expression darkened.

Without any visible movement from him, the gallows instantly grew larger, and the hook's tearing force doubled. The Bald Priest felt as if his chest bones were about to be torn apart, and under the unbearable pain, he let out a muted growl.

That wasn't the end of it. Countless sharp blades appeared around the Bald Priest, one after another piercing into his body.

The Bald Priest's body was soon riddled like a honeycomb, his entire body convulsing in agony.

"You won't deceive me... Telling you means death... Not telling you means death as well. I will never betray the Wuyue Sect..." the Bald Priest said with trembling voice.

"It seems your backbone is harder than I thought. Well, let me take things more seriously then. Since you are a member of the Wuyue Sect, you must have heard of an interrogation secret technique called 'Ten Thousand Threads Soul Drawing Technique,' capable of turning a person's soul into threads and drawing them out one by one, a full ten thousand times before the person's soul is scattered and they can never reincarnate. I haven't used this secret technique since I got it. Let's practice on you today," Yuan Ming stopped the Illusion Technique torture and said with an expressionless face.

"Ten Thousand Threads Soul Drawing Technique!" The Bald Priest's expression changed drastically, his body shuddering uncontrollably with immense fear of this secret technique.

Yuan Ming caught the Bald Priest's reaction in his eyes and silently smirked.

The Six Desires Venerable's Jade Plate did indeed describe this secret technique, but the Ten Thousand Threads Soul Drawing Technique required a long time of practice to master. He had been too busy recently to practice it, only understanding the basics and not yet having the time to cultivate—it was merely a bluff.

Muttering under his breath, a layer of red light appeared on Yuan Ming's right palm, which gradually transformed into numerous fine red threads.

"I'll give you one more chance. Tell me everything, and I can spare you from death. Otherwise, prepare to taste the exquisite agony of your soul shattering," Yuan Ming said.

The Bald Priest's face turned to one of grim resignation, his lips moved a few times, but still, he showed no sign of speaking.

"It seems you've made your choice. You disregard the chance for a clean death, opting instead for a painful one. I'll oblige you," Yuan Ming snorted coldly, as countless red threads shot out, penetrating the Bald Priest's head.

The Bald Priest felt as though millions of needles were piercing the depths of his soul all at once, tearing his soul into countless pieces. He screamed in agony, his facial muscles contorting grotesquely.

"Crying for mercy already? And here I am, just getting started. Wait until I truly start extracting your soul threads—that pain will be dozens of times worse!" Yuan Ming chuckled evilly as one red thread wound around the Bald Priest's Divine Soul.

"Dozens of times!" The Bald Priest's mind buzzed.

He could barely endure the pain now—if it intensified dozens of times over, he doubted he would survive without his soul shattering.

Seeing Yuan Ming change the spell and begin to execute the Ten Thousand Threads Soul Drawing Technique, the Bald Priest finally could not suppress his inner terror and blurted out in panic, "No, I'll talk, I'll talk..."

As his psychological defenses broke, the red threads flew out, still not retracted and suspended above the Bald Priest's head, ready to fall at any moment.

"Speak frankly, who are you really? And why are you targeting my Moon Sect?" Yuan Ming asked indifferently, also breathing a sigh of relief internally.

Executing the Ten Thousand Threads Soul Drawing Technique to this extent was already his limit. If it went on for a few more breaths, he would likely be exposed.

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