<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5506</h2>


    “Pce Master… This is bad… The Soul Urn… has been stolen… The Golden Robe Master…”


    The voice abruptly stopped, as if strangled by an invisible hand. Only the ashes of the talisman paper remained, slowly drifting to the ground like snowkes, like an ominous omen. The


    Sixth Pce Master’s expression vanished in an instant, reced by utter shock and rage.


    His eyes bulged like bells, and he mmed his hand on the table. The immense force shattered the table in front of him, sending wood chips flying everywhere. A


    sudden surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body, spreading outward like a surging tide.


    The monks within the temple were staggered by the overwhelming force, their faces pale with fear. They fell to their knees, refusing to breathe, likembs to the ughter.


    The Sixth Pce Master paced back and forth, each step imbued with anger, the ground beneath his feet thumping with a resounding thud.


    His eyes were filled with rage, as if he could set the world aze.


    The Soul Urn was the key to the deal between the Divine Temple and the Evil Path Hall. It was more than just a container; it was a crucial tool for the Divine Temple to profit from the shadows.


    Its destruction would not onlypletely discredit the Evil Path Hall, its powerful ally, but would also severely impact the Third Pce Master’s mission.


    He knew the Third Pce Master’s methods well; if things went wrong, he might die without even knowing how.


    Furthermore, the Third Pce Master was now engaged in a fierce struggle with the Fourth Pce Master. The Fourth Pce Master, with the backing of the Divine King, held greater influence within the Divine King Pce. Therefore,


    the Third Pce Master could only rely on covert collusion with the Evil Path Hall to strengthen his own power and maintain his position within the Divine Temple.


    Now that the Soul Urn has been destroyed, if the Evil Path Hall refuses to cooperate, things will get out of hand.


    The Sixth Hall Master took a deep breath, straining to suppress the rage within him. Like a volcano about to erupt, he used all his strength to temporarily suppress it.<fn3cf8> For more chapters visit </fn3cf8>


    Then, he shouted sternly to those outside the hall, “Investigate! Who dared to touch the temple’s property in ck Wind City? If you can’t find out, you will all die!”


    The voice reverberated like thunder, sending shudders through the monks outside.


    “Yes!” The monks outside the


    hall hurriedly obeyed, not daring to dy even a moment. They turned and hurried away, as if pursued by a ferocious beast.


    Within half an incense stick of time, the monk who had gone to investigate stumbled back.


    His face was as pale as paper, as if he had just experienced a near-death experience. His legs were weak, and he practically crawled back to the hall on his knees.


    His voice trembled as he called out, “Pce… Pce Master, we’ve found out… It’s… a man named David who did it!”


    “David?”


    The Sixth Pce Master was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn’t heard the name clearly. Then his pupils constricted, and the anger on his face gave way to shock.


    His mind quickly shed with information about David, the man who had been constantly opposing their temple.


    But hadn’t David been hunted like a lost dog by the Soul Devourer in the Sixth Heaven? How could he suddenly appear here?


    The Sixth Pce Master had no idea what had happened in the Sixth Heaven, and certainly no idea that David and the others had been rescued by the Fire Spirit Star Lord.


    “Are you certain it was David who destroyed the Soul Urn?” The


    Sixth Pce Master’s voice was tinged with disbelief.


    “Yes!”


    the cultivator nodded tremblingly, continuing, “ording to the descriptions of the cultivators at the scene, and his self-introduction, it’s David!”


    “Not only did he destroy the Soul Urn, but he also absorbed all the souls within, ultimately sealing Master Gold Robe’s cultivation and allowing those deceived cultivators to bite Master Gold Robe to death.”


    The Sixth Pce Master gasped, feeling a chill run from his feet to his head. He stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.