"What a good batch to harvest," Lin Xian'er murmured softly. "The founder's Heaven-grade treasure requires a Dao Heart of extreme purity to wield it without being instantly consumed by the demonic energies within. Only these rare talents, who have great destiny and steadfast hearts, can serve as proper material."
She paused, her gaze turning cold as she spoke into the empty air, as if reprimanding someone. "What is the hurry? Let them become more ensnared in the mists of their own souls. Hmph, just because they are Qi Condensation cultivators, do not underestimate them."
"They possess powerful backgrounds and exceptional talents. If I move too soon, they might sense the intrusion. Only when they are fully intertwined with the illusions is it appropriate to plant the soul marks. Besides, no one will finish soon. The quickest record for this formation is four hours, and only ten minutes have passed. So do not be in haste, lest our plans go to waste."
