The split soul could not possibly hand itself over.

Now, only eleven avatars remain. Happiness may not be divided into eleven parts, but suffering surely is.

One person is humiliated, and the other ten suffer along.

Who knows what the Collector would do with his body?

"I’m very interested in your sealing ability."

The Collector spoke.

The split soul’s five senses immediately twisted together, and a chill rose in its heart.

This was even scarier than the Collector lusting after his body. The thought of corpses entangled beneath those stumps made his back shiver.

He didn’t expect the other party to disregard him, yet still covet his ability.

Indeed, the Collector loves to gather various abilities for himself. The eerie trees all originate from his hands; even the bizarre plants in the Holy Sect were all created by him.

The tree is called Soul Devourer. Although it is said to devour souls, there is nothing it cannot swallow. True Essence, Spiritual Power, Divine Techniques—these can all be its nourishment.

And when he created these things, he mixed artifact refining techniques, thus his plants can, in some respects, be considered his Magical Artifacts, Magical Treasures, and Spiritual Treasures.

Just like the Human-faced Sunflower, it becomes an attack Magical Treasure the moment it matures. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Similarly, the Soul Devourer is not just about devouring. Look at the doll stuffed full on it—the Soul Devourer can bestow the abilities it devours upon them!

Therefore, from the split soul’s understanding, this small grove was indeed the Collector’s lifeblood.

He wants his avatars, which is akin to wanting his life.

Greedy for life and afraid of death, how could he possibly be willing to give way? He shook his head immediately, refusing without hesitation.

"That’s impossible. My life cannot be exchanged; let’s switch to another condition!"

The Collector looked at him with disdain and sneered, "Tch! From top to bottom, only that bit of thing barely enters my eyes. Everything else, including your most prized Spiritual Treasure body, is garbage to me."

He mercilessly mocked him, claiming that only such low-grade trash can take garbage as treasure.

Had it not been for the uniqueness of the split soul’s sealing ability, which intrigued his collection hobby, he would have driven him away long ago.

The split soul was furious but unable to argue; the Collector indeed had the qualifications to speak like this based on his heritage.

But to speak so directly—indeed infuriating.

"I’ll give you one more chance. If you’re willing, die inside there now; by the time I lose interest, even if you beg, I won’t accept."

The Collector looked at him playfully, "The secrets on this kid are far stronger than your worthless scraps. A life exchange for a way to become stronger, which do you think is worth it?"

This indeed struck the split soul’s heart.

If this secret also makes him stronger, a life from one avatar... with a gritted tooth, he could still give it.

The split soul hesitated for a moment, then raised his head—he finally decided, he will give it!

But not now.

"I’ll leave this avatar for you after I’ve obtained the secret."

He specially left a safety net; until extracting the secret, the value of this secret was still only in speculative stages.

Losing a life for unknown things—this was not his style.

But unfortunately, this was indeed the Collector’s style. He shook his head, directly rejecting the split soul’s request.

"There’s no such thing as a completely safe trade. You either leave your life now and take a risk or get out."

Want to keep a reserve? How could he possibly allow this favor?

There’s no such thing as a safe deal.

But he must turn a profit!

The split soul was once again conflicted; the opponent did not provide any retreat, either into the small woods now or get out now.

Just as the Collector grew impatient, the split soul suddenly gritted his teeth—he ultimately decided to gamble!

After decisively turning to enter the small woods, in less than a moment he hurriedly scampered back out.

"Maybe you come in and help me. I can’t make myself commit suicide..."

...

When the Celestial Wave Crossing returned to its original place and looked down, you could see the landmass neatly cut within a mile radius, leaving a hundred-foot-deep pit.

When several people landed, their expressions were extremely ugly.

Che Dapao was trembling at the incomparable destructive power of Divine Communication experts, Quan Xiaotong had a sombre expression, staring at the pit for a long time without speaking.

Ling Wuce occasionally looked left and right, his expression was as frantic as a bird startled by the plucking of a bowstring. He was extremely opposed to coming back here.

After all, these two guys have different identities; if they truly die here, that Fifth Tower is destined to become a mess.

"No need to worry; people are gone—they won’t come back."

Quan Xiaotong opened his mouth with a calm expression.

According to the residual traces on the site, not only did the opponent leave, they also took Han Yu with them.

"Then it’s over."

Ling Wuce changed his complexion and murmured to himself.

Given Han Yu’s repeated behavior of disrupting them, being taken would mean dying with no chance of survival.

"Not necessarily."

Quan Xiaotong glanced at the pit and the frozen marks around it—if they were sure to die, why bother moving land?

"The opponent seems to be targeting Han Yu too; this counts as good news."

Ling Wuce was somewhat dumbfounded, this still counts as good news?

"To be targeting means Han Yu temporarily won’t die; not dying is indeed good news."

Quan Xiaotong finally relaxed a bit. As long as Han Yu is not dead, there’s still a glimmer of hope; real despair would be if he were truly gone.

The pressure from the Corpse Refining Lineage is indeed immense—the Fifth Tower absolutely cannot solely rely on Han Yu.

"Do you think the Mo Family mechanism and Elder An’s path are viable?"

Elder An naturally refers to the Great Elder who helplessly sold himself to the Fifth Tower from Piaomiao Sect, Quan Xiaotong had never personally witnessed the scene at that time, so he couldn’t accurately judge Elder An’s method

Ling Wuce pondered for a moment and finally nodded firmly.

Elder An’s method is not necessarily unworkable; according to his words back then, he had already climbed onto the Divine Communication stage.

This means the path was not wrong.

However...

"He also said, merely ascending to the Divine stage is not enough; one must sit firmly."

However, Elder An had already stated that among the Nine Sect veterans, none can sit securely—it has nothing to do with strength or the cultivation of Mental Realm.

What’s missing is that mysterious and profound state of mind.

"If the Fifth Tower provides resources, would they dare to try again?"

Quan Xiaotong tightened his brows and asked.

Try again?

Ling Wuce’s face tightened, recalling the previous heaven-and-earth destruction scene—another attempt would likely mean seeking death.

These life-cherishing old geezers probably wouldn’t dare, not dare say try—being spectators was likely no longer an option.

"They’re likely not to dare."

"If they prepare entirely beforehand, expelling idle people in advance, plus Han Yu is not here?"

Quan Xiaotong might guess that at the time there was some factor influenced by Han Yu’s bad luck. If leaving only one person at the scene, the Tribulation Thunder might not reach earth-shattering levels.

"Then, find Elder An—he’s the only one possibly willing to attempt it."

Ling Wuce thought and sighed, then became filled with doubts.

"Each time using that thing, the consumed resources are terrifying—is it worth it?"

Regarding his question, Quan Xiaotong had no hesitation.

"It’s worth it."

All fear stems from the disparity in strength. If a truly effective path to reach the Divine stage can be found, it would be a great merit to the entire Central Continent.

"What about Han Yu?"

Ling Wuce asked worriedly.

"Unable to save him, nor the strength to save, now I really hope he’s as the Celestial Secret Tower says—a Plague God."

Quan Xiaotong was very helpless; not even knowing where the person was—-even if they did know, they wouldn’t have the capability.

He could only hope for that inexplicable characteristic Han Yu possesses.