Just then, the soul communication device at Yun Mu's waist suddenly vibrated.
Looking down, he saw it was Mo Wu.
He connected the call, and the Federation Chairman's voice came through. It was steady, but edged with urgency.
"Yun Mu, something's happened."
Yun Mu frowned. "What is it?"
"The Evil Soul Masters have made their move." Mo Wu kept his voice low. "They're gathering in the Extreme North Land. Earlier than we calculated."
Yun Mu paused. "How many?"
"At least five thousand. The number's still rising." Mo Wu added, "And things have escalated on the Abyssal Plane's side as well. The Blood God Legion sent word that the passage has shifted."
Yun Mu took a deep breath and glanced back at the group still cultivating within the Small God Realm.
Some had already reached god-level, some were still making their final push, and some were still searching for their path.
But time waited for no one.
"I understand," Yun Mu said. "Prepare for battle."
He ended the call and rose to his feet.
Silver-white light spread from his body, becoming a gentle wave that swept across the entire Small God Realm.
Everyone felt it.
Those who had still been cultivating opened their eyes one after another.
Cao Dezhi stood up, the aura around him completely transformed.
God-level.
Guan Yue rose as well, also god-level.
Bright Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu... one after another, they rose to their feet. All of them were god-level.
A Ruheng was the last to stand, scratching his head. "Time to get to work?"
Yun Mu nodded. "Yes. It's time to fight."
He raised a hand and tore open a rift directly through the void of the Small God Realm.
Beyond the rift lay the skies of the Extreme North Land.
Gray and hazy, with snow drifting