Chapter 681 The Soul-gathering Bell

"All its strength has vanished. Now it's time to absorb it," Andrew said excitedly.

"Are you sure?" Zachary narrowed his eyes as he felt the danger in absorbing the Sage Level heterodox spiritual soul.

"Of course. I sealed it here for a few decades, so its energy has already died out no matter how powerful it used to be," Andrew responded confidently.

"Then how do we remove the seal?" Zachary asked after a moment's hesitation.

"This seal only recognizes my spiritual soul. Place your hand wearing the Holy Bone Bracer on the enchanted barrier," Andrew instructed.

Zachary nodded and did what he was told. When his hand touched the enchanted barrier, a strange wave of light spread out all over it. Soon, it disintegrated, and not long after, disappeared.

"Hurry! Absorb the spiritual soul before it wakes up," Andrew urged at once.

With no hesitation, Zachary stepped forward and reached out to touch the spiritual soul. Suddenly, he heard a strange laugh, making him confused. The next moment, the motionless body of the spiritual soul slowly surfaced. On its grim face, a pair of ghastly eyes stared straight at Zachary, crippling him with fear.

Suddenly, he had a very disturbing premonition that something horrible was about to happen. His initial reaction was to run. In a flash, he quickly departed from the room.

Simultaneously, a terrifying aura filled the air in the room and jolted the top of the White Elephant Pagoda.

Zachary felt an overwhelming pressure charging at him, which made him stiff and slow down his speed. The red figure of the spiritual soul hovered out of the room. It was taking Zachary as its prey and wanted to kill him whenever it was convenient.

"Hey, don't hide. Come out and kill the spiritual soul," Zachary called out at Andrew as the worsening situation just became more unfavorable.

"I didn't realize its power would hold. This is tough. With my current strength, it's impossible for me to subdue it once more." Andrew just made things even worse with his provocative comments.

Zachary rolled his eyes. Looking at the approaching spiritua

e old man looked a little surprised.

"The sixth floor? Doesn't the pagoda have five floors only?" Zachary inquired.

"In the eyes of outsiders, it has only five floors. The sixth floor is the core. Only the owner can get in here," the old man replied.

"So you're the owner of the White Elephant Pagoda? The Holy Level warrior who became mad when he tried to reach the Divine Level?" Zachary asked as a realization hit him.

The old man nodded. "It seems that you are not only talented but also smart."

"But if only the owner of the pagoda can enter here, then why am I here as well? Did you save me?" Zachary continued to ask.

"You saved yourself. Besides me, only the warriors gifted in cultivating the Superb Spiritual Soul can also enter this floor. Since you showed your talent not long ago, the door to the this floor opened," the old man answered.

"Oh, I see." Zachary didn't foresee that he alone could save himself. Still, he asked, "Do you know how to get out of the pagoda? There is a very powerful heterodox spiritual soul on the fifth floor. I don't want to go back there anymore."

"No, I don't." The old man shook its head.

"Am I stuck here?" wailed Zachary. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have listened to Andrew.

"It's just a heterodox spiritual soul. It's not that powerful. You can deal with it using the Soul-gathering Bell," the old man said indifferently.