Three lifetimes of Soul Fire

"You're welcome, little guys. I just don't want to see you die at the hands of the heavenly human tribe. All of you are talented and have endless potential. It's a pity to die at the hands of the heavenly human tribe!" He said.

The withered figure sitting on the altar spoke. His voice was rough, just like what they had heard before, but his aura sounded weak.

"How should I address you, senior?"

Lu Ming cupped his fists and asked.

"You heard that little heavenly human brat call me that, right? my name is hun Ming!"

The withered figure said.

"Soul life?"

Everyone revealed a puzzled expression. They had never heard of it.

"You might not have heard of my name, but you should have heard of my other title. Otherwise, you would not have come here ..."

The dry voice continued.

Everyone perked up their ears to listen.

This person's background was definitely shocking. This was their guess.