Noon.
Because Zhang Yang had realized two days earlier that his Soul Power cultivation had reached a bottleneck, he had instructed the personal guard outside that he would be entering seclusion in the office for some time. Until he emerged, no one was to disturb him.
Even if it was an order from his superiors.
The personal guard saluted Zhang Yang and carried out his order with utmost seriousness.
After one day of seclusion, Zhang Yang finally broke through the bottleneck and stepped into the Soul Emperor stage.
The moment he broke through, Zhang Yang suddenly opened his eyes.
Vast pale-yellow Soul Power radiated a faint glow, reacting with the Sun God mark between his brows as it swirled around his body.
At the spot between his brows, beyond Zhang Yang's sight, the golden yellow Sun God mark emitted a faint yellow light before abruptly erupting with an incomparably powerful aura.
Against the backdrop of that aura, Zhang Yang, sitting cross-legged atop the desk, seemed utterly lofty and untouchable.
At the same time, Borsalino's figure appeared behind Zhang Yang.
More than three meters tall, Borsalino's head nearly touched the ceiling. His teasing expression perfectly conveyed his attitude of treating the world like a game.
Beneath Borsalino's feet, five Soul Rings—"yellow, yellow, purple, black, black"—proclaimed his strength.
As Borsalino appeared, the pale-yellow Soul Power almost simultaneously enveloped him, while Zhang Yang's bronze skin gradually turned a pale yellow slightly different from that of ordinary people.
Zhang Yang did not notice the changes in himself. He only felt a stream of Soul Power pouring from between his brows into his body, winding through his heart until it demanded release.
"Hah!"
Zhang Yang gave a low shout, and the vast Sun God Soul Power burst forth. Every decoration in the room seemed to