A wisp of pure golden Dragon Soul hovered in a gaseous form, caught in Chu Yi's hand.
"Such a dense soul. Just this small piece equates to the volume of souls I've absorbed over a million times."
Chu Yi's golden eyes flickered, taking out a broken sword from the Underworld Hall. Under the infusion of massive souls time and time again, the sealed Ghost-slaying Sword gradually restored.
"With this Dragon Soul, I can use the Ghost-slaying Sword."
The Dragon Soul let out an unwilling roar, predicting its sacrificial fate, it tried to escape from Chu Yi's palm frantically but was still grasped.
The next moment.
The Ghost-slaying Sword flashed a dark soul light, swallowing the Dragon Soul, finally causing a qualitative change.
Clang!
The sword, five feet long, shrouded in a mist of thousands of piled skulls, boiling and rolling white bones, the void around it couldn't bear the status of this Underworld Divine Artifact, bursting into countless void cracks.
