Inside the Heaven-Burning Hall, the Demonic Qi had been cleansed entirely by the Yin Yang Qi surrounding Chen Sheng, leaving only a faint Dao Rhyme in the air.
He sat upright on a temporarily condensed black-and-white Jade Throne, raising his right hand slightly. Three figures, each about an inch tall, flew out from his sleeve; they were True Monarchs Li, Wang, and Zhao of the Saint Sect, who were imprisoned by the Dao Principle.
The three had their eyes tightly closed, faces pale and completely sealed, like three statues that had lost their vitality, floating three feet in front of Chen Sheng.
"Soul Search!"
A thought flashed through Chen Sheng's mind as his fingertips formed a complex Spell, causing strands of black and white Spiritual Qi as fine as hair to seep from them, resembling three nimble serpents that precisely sought the space between the three people's brows.
