Ling Yun Pass.
After resting in the rear for a month, Zhao Xuan once again set foot upon the walls of this fortress. Looking out from the battlements, he could clearly see the enormous crater ahead. Only, a road more than ten meters wide had been artificially built through its center to allow merchants and troops to pass through, while cliffs with drops of dozens of meters lay on either side.
Whenever travelers passed through this place, their eyes could not help but fill with awe, and reverence for Titled Douluos rose within their hearts.
Hearing was false, seeing was believing. Only after witnessing the might of a Titled Douluo firsthand would they understand why Soul Masters held such an exalted status on the continent.
Zhao Xuan and the master stood atop the walls, the sound of banners snapping in the summer wind ringing in their ears.
"Spirit Hall hasn't made any moves in the past half year. Do you think they're plotting something?"
The master asked Zhao Xuan, his expression somewhat grim and his heart even more uneasy. The calmer Spirit Hall was, the more unsettled he felt. Spirit Hall's war had come with overwhelming force, yet after several years of conflict, it had eerily fallen into a standstill. This abrupt change had caught many people, including the master, off guard.
According to the reports, this was not limited to the Heaven Dou Empire. The Star Luo Empire was facing the same situation. Because of this, the Emperor of the Star Luo Empire, Dai Mubai's father, had personally sent someone to ask Zhao Xuan about it.
Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes. He had many guesses, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Spirit Hall's forces remained entrenched and refused to emerge, while they could not take the