Spirit Realm Soul

Time passed especially quickly in cultivation, yet it was peaceful enough. Three months had gone by in succession, and Starfall Pavilion remained as tranquil as ever.

Everyone did what they ought to do and enjoyed their peaceful lives. Yet such peace was like the surface of water—it might last for a long time, or perhaps be broken by a single pebble the next moment. Or perhaps beneath that seemingly calm surface, enormous waves were about to rise.

In a dimly lit room, numerous Soul Hall experts had gathered. There were quite a few Dou Zun among them, and even Old Ghost Xing was present. Yet this time, his seat was merely in the middle.

They were waiting, waiting for the others to arrive. With so many experts assembled, Soul Hall's plans were surely far from small.

Some matters had to be resolved. If they were not resolved, they would remain matters forever. They had already prepared for a long time for this plan.

Black Mist surged, and several more figures appeared in the dark room. By now, no fewer than a hundred figures had gathered within it, yet their gazes remained fixed on the highest seat.

Suddenly, a figure appeared atop the highest seat. He looked utterly ordinary, but the instant he appeared, everyone in the hall lowered their heads.

"Welcome, Ninth Heavenly Venerable...!"

"Welcome, Ninth Heavenly Venerable...!"

Voices like Ghost Charm spread through the hall in waves. All the Soul Hall protectors dropped to one knee, while even the Dou Zun bowed their heads. Among them was Old Ghost Xing.

The figure swept his gaze over the crowd before slowly speaking. "Rise!"

Only then did everyone dare straighten up and face that figure.

As he looked at them, there was not the slightest ripple in the old man's eyes.