Looking at the Soul Loss Bell within arm's reach, Ye Xuan gently exhaled, his eyes clear.
The thick aura of death swirling around was overwhelming, giving one the illusion of entering the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
That chill, sprouting from the heart, gave rise to a sense of despair.
Even a seasoned Saint Emperor, in front of this Soul Loss Bell, under the influence of such a dense aura of death, would feel the collapse and despair, let alone think of capturing the bell.
This is one of the terrifying aspects of the Soul Loss Bell.
Approaching it, one would be affected by the power emanating from the bell.
Get a bit closer, and who knows, one's soul might be directly shattered by the bell.
For reasons unknown, upon seeing this Soul Loss Bell, Ye Xuan suddenly had an unusual thought.
Soul Valley, the eighth of the ten deadly passes within Dao Chu Ancient Land, has existed for as long as the land itself.
