If I'd Known, I Wouldn't Have Washed It Off

Soul Realm, Tower of Grievance.

As the core territory of the Soul Clan, unlike other clans, the development of the Soul Realm Main City had reached an almost absurd extent.

From the outer regions inward, the closer one got to the center, the denser the buildings became. A metal torrent forged from Soul Steel stretched out in orderly rows, like the heavenly palace imagined by mortals.

The Tower of Grievance stood within the Soul Clan's most central region.

It was a towering structure that pierced the heavens.

The higher one climbed, the closer one came to the soul sun in the sky. The more advantageous the location became, the faster cultivation progressed, achieving results that could span a thousand miles in a single day.

For this reason, every member of the Soul Clan racked their brains to secure a place within the tower.

It could be said that the existence of the Tower of Grievance was the tangible embodiment of the Soul Clan's ruthless climb upward.

"M-Miss."

High atop the tower, Mo Yu bent down on one knee, though terror had already seized his heart.

What terrifying soul energy!

As a Soul Hall Heavenly Venerable, Mo Yu's soul realm was naturally far from weak. He had already reached the peak of the middle stage of the Spirit Realm, no weaker than Old Man Mu Gu.

Yet the soul energy within the tower gave him the urge to kneel in worship, as though what he breathed was not air, but nourishment extracted from countless Soul Bodies.

After lingering for only a moment, he could even feel the late-stage bottleneck that had troubled him for so long beginning to loosen!

If one cultivated in such an environment year-round, it was easy to imagine just how heaven-defying the current Young Clan Leader, Hun