"Rise!"
With a low shout from Chu Mu, a palm-sized miniature ancient tower hovered above his hand. Then, the ancient tower swelled against the wind, transforming into a towering structure dozens of zhang high in the blink of an eye.
Dragon's Roar echoed out. Compared to the illusory dragon soul phantoms of the past, these dragon souls possessed a distinctly more tangible quality.
Every flood dragon was lifelike, as though it truly existed in the flesh. Even their dragon eyes carried a hint more liveliness.
Nine dragons coiled through the air as flames filled the heavens. The ancient tower stood within the sea of fire, and in almost an instant, the tower and dragon souls formed a nearly perfect cycle.
The heaven and earth within dozens of li seemed to be drawn in by this sea of fire. Countless remnant souls, like clumps of mist, gathered toward the Nine Dragons Suppressing Prison Tower from every direction.
Each remnant soul was like a piece of nourishment. Upon entering the ancient tower, the fiercely burning Great Sun True Fire grew a little hotter.
Yet that was merely the outward appearance.
In Chu Mu's perception, everything was entirely different.
Every remnant soul that entered the ancient tower was tempered by the Great Sun True Fire into pure soul energy, then devoured by the nine dragons and turned into nourishment for the Nine Dragon Souls' growth.
However, this growth was not balanced.
At least for now—and for a very long time to come—it would not be balanced.
After all, the nine dragon souls had possessed different levels of cultivation in life.
Some dragon souls had reached Third Order Perfection in life, while others had only been at the early Third Order. Their differing cultivation levels naturally meant that the dragon souls' strength varied greatly.