By the time Fang Mo emerged from the palace, three days had passed. His body had fully recovered, his aura was withdrawn without a trace leaking out, and even his newly attained realm had stabilized.
His gaze passed over the battlefield and settled on the Desolate Silence Poison Dragon.
Its body had grown noticeably larger, and its aura was growing increasingly powerful. Vast amounts of energy from the surrounding world surged into its body from time to time.
"Almost there. It's about to complete its advancement!"
Sensing the changes in its aura, Fang Mo's face showed a hint of anticipation. He very much wanted to know how powerful a Holy Realm Desolate Silence Poison Dragon would be. Besides, he would soon have another Holy Realm ally.
He withdrew his gaze and swept it across the base. The battlefield had already been cleared.
However, vast piles of Mutant Beast materials remained in the base. The processing crews were still working on them, but there were so many that even ten days or half a month might not be enough.
All the work in the base proceeded methodically, busy yet orderly.
The tension and confusion of the earlier battle were gone. Everything had become remarkably calm, and everyone wore a smile. It seemed that repelling the Abyssal Domain had given people confidence.
Quite a few Heavenly Venerates were quietly cultivating, absorbing and refining blood energy as their various auras fluctuated.
"My lord!"
White Phoenix and Black Flood Dragon hurried forward to greet him, both even more respectful than before.
The faint aura emanating from Fang Mo terrified them. It was the oppressive might of a superior being.
"Has the Abyssal Domain been quiet these past two days?"
Fang Mo looked toward the rift. It had not changed, resembling a wound torn in