There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 312, Xiao Yang's Soul Banner
Shatter the Netherworld

Mission objective: Release the souls within the 90,000 Soul Banners.

Task Reward: Unknown

Compared to the "Sealing the Netherworld" quest, which guarantees at least one divine artifact, this "Shattering the Netherworld" quest is rather pathetic.

However, it's not a big problem; this is exactly what Xiao Yang was waiting for.

"In any case, I am the savior."

Although he was forced to accept a little bit of the evil god's power, he was indeed left with no other choice.

"There's only a little bit!"

But these were all choices made out of desperation.

He simply couldn't do the task of filling the 90,000 Soul Banners with people.

And for some inexplicable reason, he had this premonition.

"Even if he holds this soul banner in his hand, he will not be able to control it."

A change occurred; Xiao Yang had not yet accepted the task, he had only considered it.

The anomaly began, originating from the 90,000 Soul Banner in Xiao Yang's possession.

The fog was as black as ink, and there were countless hazy figures, as well as a hideous, huge face that suddenly emerged from the banner.

This face, composed of countless figures, almost instantly filled the entire surface of the 90,000 Soul Banner from the moment it appeared.

"You want to destroy the Soul Banner?"

"Why did you destroy the Soul Banner?"

A dense, overlapping string of words suddenly filled Xiao Yang's mind.

This feeling was not only unpleasant, but also strangely familiar.

"Plague rats!"

Yes, just like the maddening, demonic chants of the plague rat swarm.

If we had to make a comparison, the power of the Nine Thousand Soul Banners is far inferior to that of the Plague Rat Swarm.

“Not even close.”

The benefits of having all sorts of strange experiences are now becoming apparent.

He's resistant to too many situations.

Let alone being frightened, it would be difficult for Xiao Yang to show even the slightest emotion in such a scene.

"Accept the mission."

With a calm and composed tone, Xiao Yang accepted the task and began to disassemble this terrifying magical artifact that had reached the legendary limit and was about to advance to the level of a divine artifact.

You don't need to lift a finger; just hold these 90,000 Soul Banners in your hand, and you can dismantle them smoothly.

A somewhat familiar force is doing this.

It was the power of the Goddess of Rest that seemed to have left a hidden mark on Xiao Yang long ago.

"Well, another divine secret door has appeared on my body."

However, Xiao Yang didn't even get angry or agitated about the situation.

"It was expected."

When one deity is watching you, you may feel uneasy; when two deities are watching you, you may feel fear; and when three deities are watching you, you may feel terrified.

But what if there were a little more?

Four, five, six—at this point, there's nothing to be afraid of anymore; in fact, you might even wish for more, even more.

Whether you're righteous or evil, just come and get your stamp. The more stamps you get, the safer you'll actually be.

It's true that having too many lice doesn't mean you have to worry.

When faced with the power of the Goddess of Rest, the spirit of the Nine Thousand Soul Banner could not be said to have been defeated; it could only be described as being thoroughly beaten.

Being thoroughly defeated, he had no choice but to find other ways to break through and stop directly confronting the purifying power of the Goddess of Rest. At this moment, Xiao Yang came into view again.

Clearly, he is the key to everything.

At this moment, without hesitation abandoning the struggle against the power of the Goddess of Rest, countless phantom souls surged out of the banner and rushed madly toward Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang's response to this was that he had no response.

He never defends against attacks that directly target his soul and spirit.

His spirit began to plummet. First, one-fifth of his false spirit, a total of forty points, was instantly depleted, followed by his original two hundred spirit points. From two hundred, to one hundred and fifty, and then to one hundred.

Then came the final, sharp screech.

Countless phantom souls rushed into Xiao Yang's body, then fled at an even faster speed.

Ghosts are not immune to contamination; in fact, because they are ghosts, they are more susceptible to contamination.

Tentacles and eyes sprouted from its body, along with pale arms, and it kept whispering softly, then suddenly exploded like firecrackers.

The scene was incredibly spectacular.

When the spirits of the 90,000 Soul Banners reassembled, they were at least half the size of what they were before, and the faces formed by the countless figures were filled with uncontrollable horror and fear.

"What the hell are you!"

"What exactly is in your soul?!"

"what do you!"

The destruction continued, and Xiao Yang ignored the frantic roars of the soul banner's spirit.

The power of the Goddess of Rest has taken hold in Ancheng. The spirit of the Soul Banner still wanted to do something, but it was being beaten by the power of the Goddess of Rest and dared not approach Xiao Yang again.

It's like an incompetent husband; he can't do anything now, and he can't protect anything.

As time passed, finally, with a cracking sound, a tear appeared on the surface of the pitch-black banner.

In an instant, as if a sauce bottle had been pressed down hard, countless hazy and illusory shadows were sprayed out from the soul banner.

The banner is called the Nine Thousand Soul Banner, but in reality, the number of souls inside is far more than ninety thousand.

It contains the souls of many ordinary people.

Ordinary people who do not embark on the path of the extraordinary probably have thousands or even tens of thousands of souls that would be counted as one unit in these ninety thousand soul banners.

The gushing out continued for quite some time.

After being liberated, the hazy, illusory figures vanished into the world.

As this process continued, the spirit of the soul banner grew increasingly dim and hazy.

Until the last soul is released.

The spirit of the artifact transformed into an old, hazy Taoist priest. After losing numerous souls, he seemed to have regained a sliver of reason.

He knelt on the ground, his eyes wide with resentment, and he murmured weakly.

"No, no! My immortality, my immortality!"

These words of resentment crumbled and dissipated.

Xiao Yang obtained a clean, brand-new Soul Banner.

【soul flag

Quality: Legend

Effect: Creates a ghostly field to bind the soul.
Introduction: I am the star treasure of Mo Dao Zu Shi, and I love souls the most!

Of course, I still prefer you to my soul, my master!
I'm about to retaliate, Master!

This soul banner is indeed of excellent quality; even though the souls on it have been illuminated, its grade has not fallen below legendary.

However, it will be difficult to upgrade it to a divine artifact.

The liberation of the souls left Xiao Yang with some gifts.

A large amount of soul essence, a batch of high-quality extraordinary materials, and if Xiao Yang wants to build the Goddess of Rest, this soul essence is also necessary.

They are not merely the elite of the soul.

"Goddess, you should give me something else!"

Now that the Goddess of Rest has appeared, Xiao Yang will no longer treat her as if she doesn't exist, and he won't be polite anymore.

He simply asked the question directly.

After some time, the subsequent rewards arrived.

[The Gift of an Unknown Deity]

"The goddess of rest is still a little reserved."

Unlike him, with so many gods coming and going, his attitude had long been extremely relaxed.

"Come on, I don't want to resist you. What's the matter? If so, talk to the other one, three, four, or five gods on me."

(End of this chapter)