Chapter 391 375: Slaughter, Rapidly Forging a Dragon Form for [Snow], the Clan Leader's Impotent Rage

The Desolate Realm did not have day and night like Blue Star. One could look up and see the starry sky at any time, so the heavens were always dim, no matter where you were.

In Soul Race Oasis City, however, the yin energy was inexplicably dense. The world was perpetually dark and gloomy; even during the "day," the starry sky was just a hazy blur.

Every day was the same, and the members of the Soul Race had long grown accustomed to this way of life. In a remote corner of Oasis City near the Desert Sea, the floating members of the Soul Race went about their lives and work as they always had.

They would walk down the street, buy a Soul Beverage, greet an acquaintance, and discuss just how delicious the exchanged Human Race native's soul from yesterday was. And then...

SWISH—

A brilliant light, like that of day, bloomed out of thin air. It was as if the Yin and Yang of the world were reversing. An unprecedented suction force emerged from the center of the light high above, and the passersby instantly panicked!

In the moment they stared up, dazed, it was no use. Even shifting into a physical form and raising a hand to shield their faces from the searing light did nothing.

The light wasn't scorching hot. It was just... an anomaly, a harbinger of things to come. But the Soul Race members of a Low Realm couldn't possibly grasp its meaning.

And so... SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!

As the brilliant light faded, the starry sky reappeared. Jiang Qiu stood suspended in mid-air, gazing down at the empty streets. CLINK. A cup filled with a Soul Beverage dropped to the ground. CLATTER. More objects followed, slowly tumbling to the earth.

This corner of the Soul Race Oasis City looked as if it had never been inhabited—deathly still. Yet, every sign pointed to the fact that living beings had been here just a moment ago. After all, the water in a kettle was still giving off white steam.

'Indeed, my Dragon Spirit Secret Realm Space is a natural counter to the Soul Race,' Jiang Qiu mused, nodding. He quickly activated the high-power digestion function of his Dragon Spirit Secret Realm Space. 'It's like grinding soybeans; they were all crushed in an instant.'

The members of the Soul Race hadn't vanished without a trace for no reason. He had used his large-scale [Day and Night Reversal] Divine Ability to absorb them all into his Dragon Spirit Secret Realm Space in one go.

As things stood, the Dragon Spirit Secret Realm Space wasn't entirely his own Divine Ability, meaning he couldn't project it outward. To bring enemies inside, he either had to wait for their souls to make contact with him, or he had to send them in himself directly.

He gave it a brief test. The effect of [Day and Night Reversal] was excellent, absorbing at least two hundred thousand members of the Soul Race at once. However, their quality was rather Low Level; most were only around the Spirit Body Realm. They only contributed a tiny bit to the shaping of [Snow]'s body before their essence was depleted.

It was like finding a single match, lighting it for a moment, only to have the flame die out before his hands could even get warm. It was just too cheap an offering.

Of course, this was actually quite precious. A "matchstick" made of souls wasn't something you could find just anywhere. Otherwise, why would the Yin Yang of the Yin Yang Great Realm even need to recycle souls?

This little bit of "warmth" was still incredibly valuable!

'Alright, this area is clean. Time to absorb my way from the edges toward the center.'

As the thought crossed his mind, the world instantly dimmed as if night had fallen. But in the blink of an eye, the sky returned to its previous hue, and Jiang Qiu was gone. Daylight suddenly descended upon another fringe area of the Soul Race Oasis City!

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH—

It was a one-sided cleansing. Like a flashing rag wiping its way down along the edge of the Soul Race Oasis City, leaving no Soul Body behind in its wake.

Meanwhile, inside Jiang Qiu's Dragon Spirit Secret Realm Space, [Snow]'s body began to condense rapidly. At this rate, her form would be completely shaped in just three months.

After Jiang Qiu finished wiping the outer perimeter clean, he began moving inward. His progress accelerated, like a power bank switched to a higher output. The quality of the Soul Race members gradually rose, reaching the cusp of the Dharma Realm.

Among the Soul Race, the deaths of so many went unnoticed at first. After all, it wasn't as if some special mechanism existed to constantly verify their life or death.

Transmitting information takes time. Besides, any Soul Race member who experienced the Day and Night Reversal was killed instantly, unable to even draw a breath. How could they possibly send a message?

It was as if a god of death were casually wiping them away with an eraser, leaving no trace behind. The only exception was when he encountered Peeping Dao Realm Cultivators. The absorption process would stutter for a tenth of a second, just long enough for them to stare, dumbfounded, and send a final distress call before—SWISH—they too were gone.

'The Peeping Dao Realm involves beginning to perceive the existence of the Great Dao. They're Cultivators who can faintly glimpse the Space-Time Dao, so it wasn't quite as clean and tidy,' Jiang Qiu mused with a sigh. 'The Soul Race's leadership is probably about to react. Perfect. The periphery is completely clean. Time to advance on the central region!'

Thanks to his tireless efforts, [Snow] was now only two months away from having her body fully formed. It seemed that the closer he got to the end, the harder it was to accelerate the process. However, the quality of the souls was getting higher, which ironically made them much smoother to digest.

But there was still a large swathe of Dao Entry Realm and Fusion Realm experts he had yet to kill. The nourishment they provided might just be enough to help [Snow] complete her body's formation in one go.

The main reason was the sheer quality of the Soul Race. It was like he had been eating coarse grain his whole life and had suddenly tasted cake for the first time. The feeling was beyond words.

Never mind their top-tier patriarch, Hun Tian—even the lowest-level members of the Soul Race were as delicious as cream. Back when he had absorbed [Soul], the feeling had been utterly ecstatic. This was the quality of the Soul Race!