Venerable Kun Ling took out a cyan wooden box from his storage treasure, the box emitted a black light and vaguely exuded a terrifying aura.
Venerable Kun Ling looked at Venerable Ji Yun's primordial spirit with eyes full of ferocity, like a wolf or a tiger, as if wanting to pour all his anger and hatred onto her.
"Ji Yun, this is the Soul Grinding Box I personally crafted for you. May you suffer the pain of six lifetimes of reincarnation here and never be reborn!" Venerable Kun Ling glared viciously at Venerable Ji Yun, his gaze sharp like a knife or sword.
Venerable Ji Yun felt the terrifying aura emanating from the wooden box and struggled frantically in fear.
The next moment, the wooden box quietly opened, and a ghostly hand suddenly stretched out from inside, tightly grasping Venerable Ji Yun's primordial spirit and pulling it into the box.
