A week later, deep in the Land of No Rest.
Eight figures had just finished an intense battle. They descended from the sky and landed on the gnarled branches of an ancient tree.
Then they raised their hands in perfect unison.
In the next moment, a double-effect superior potion appeared in each of their palms.
They tilted their heads back and drank. The surging medicinal power spread through them, swiftly smoothing away their battle fatigue and minor injuries, restoring them to peak condition.
Scenes like this had repeated countless times over the past seven days.
At that moment, Soul Fire felt the power surging through his body. His ghostly blue flaming eyes swept over the seven clan members beside him who had been reborn.
Recently, something had left him deeply puzzled.
Whenever these eight chosen bodies acted together, they displayed synchronized growth.
For example, if he hunted and killed a monster,
the other clan members could feel a warm current entering their bodies no matter what they were doing. Their physical attributes, including the strength of their rules, would grow in sync. It seemed that these eight bodies were connected by some unknown link.
But no matter how he searched, he could not find where that connection existed.
He had not thought too deeply about the matter.
These chosen bodies held far too many undiscovered secrets.
Now, different powers of rules surged through all their bodies, granting them growth potential they had once never dared imagine.
The flame of hope for the Soul Clan had been lit.
Through their efforts, the Soul Clan would no longer be a remnant of souls forced to lie low.
They would rebuild the Soul Clan city-state and master stronger rules, causing the "light of the Soul Fire" to shine brilliantly throughout the Monster World,