When that soul gradually grew stronger, expanding beyond the great hall and appearing above the entire palace before finally solidifying completely, everything fell naturally into place.
Xiao Heng's soul body suddenly opened its eyes. A terrifying pressure instantly spread out, shattering space and crumbling rock. Far above, the world within several million li of this place abruptly trembled. Some of the creatures still living here felt an incomparably heavy pressure that forced them directly to their knees.
In the desert, a man who had come here to train was suddenly pressed to his knees by the crushing pressure. Under that might, he could not even speak or raise his head. It felt as though a mountain he could never lift had fallen onto his head.
This pressure came from the soul itself, directly suppressing his life and making even his soul tremble.
Several minutes later, when the pressure finally faded, the man, whose strength had already reached the Dou Zun level, barely managed to raise his head while trembling. His clothes were soaked through with sweat, and as he panted heavily, he looked up—but saw nothing.
"What kind of expert could possibly reach such a level...?!"
Inside the great hall, the soul slowly returned to Xiao Heng's body. Xiao Heng opened his eyes and rose to his feet. With a thought, another Xiao Heng stepped out of his body. Their appearances and auras were identical. In fact, the Xiao Heng who had been separated even possessed a somewhat stronger aura.
"Xiao Heng, greetings, friend...!"
"Xiao Heng, greetings, friend...!"
The two Xiao Hengs clasped their hands in greeting and smiled at each other. Looking at the other Xiao Heng, the feeling was rather strange.
One Xiao Heng walked toward the other and merged back into his body. Soul Power spread out—not