Northern King

"Wasn't I left with no other choice?"

Xiao Yan spread his hands helplessly. "If I could, I wouldn't want to raise my soul realm this way either. Cultivating slowly would be best. But time is pressing. With my current Heaven Realm Mid Stage soul, I have no confidence at all in facing the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame."

"Time waits for no one. At most, before devouring those Soul Origins, I'll temper them thoroughly with Heavenly Flames. Just this once—I don't think it'll have much of an impact."

Wei Yang fell silent.

He knew Xiao Yan was right. Xiao Yan truly had no better option; this was the only way.

As for Xiao Yan's claim that it would be just this once, Wei Yang remained noncommittal.

After tasting the benefits, how could it truly be only once?

In the original story, Xiao Yan's Emperor Realm Soul had broken through in the Heavenly Tomb. To achieve that, who knew how much origin he had extracted from those souls in the Heavenly Tomb that lingered in neither life nor death.

But again, he had no choice.

If one wanted to rise swiftly in a short time, using mere decades to catch up to achievements that others needed centuries or even millennia to attain, how could there be no cost, no risk at all?

Some shortcuts were paths he had no choice but to take.

"Since you've decided, then do it." In the end, Wei Yang said this.

With a flick of his hand, he took out two jade bottles and tossed them to Xiao Yan. "Take these back to Teacher while you're at it."

One of the jade bottles contained a lump of essence blood—the essence blood of a Saint-level Ancient Heavenly Phoenix.

The other jade bottle contained a drop of Yellow Springs