The Heavenly Tomb as a Tool

Though this reasoning felt somewhat absurd, crude as it was, it was true. That was simply how things worked.

If overwhelming force could not make the brick fly, then it was only because the force was not strong enough.

Xiao Yan's soul talent was not poor, but compared to Yao Wan, whose Emperor Realm Soul had broken through by resonance with the Medicine Emperor and the origin fragment of the Void Swallowing Flame, there was still some gap.

Yet the Soul Power accumulated here over countless years was enough to fill the gap between the two of them, pushing him in one stroke to the highest soul realm permitted to exist upon the Dou Qi Continent.

Xiao Xuan could not help raising his head to gaze up at the Heavenly Tomb, that gloomy tomb which had seemed covered in haze from beginning to end, and naturally sensed the changes in the winds and clouds outside.

Countless energy bodies within the Heavenly Tomb lay prostrate on the ground, trembling faintly amid the soul storm that was like an approaching tempest. Faced with the existence that had now practically become the master of this world, they were even more terrified.

"Emperor Realm. It is done."

Seeing that Xiao Yan had finally crossed this crucial step, Xiao Xuan smiled, then nodded in relief.

The soul storm gradually contracted. Xiao Yan stepped out from within it, and in that instant, the Heavenly Tomb, which had originally been shifting without end, suddenly calmed along with him.

"Many thanks for your aid, Ancestor."

"Descendants have their own fated opportunities. What does that have to do with me?"

Xiao Xuan looked at the present Xiao Yan, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Then he smiled, patted Xiao Yan on the shoulder, and said,