Soul Essence

"Half a year has passed. The battle beyond the domain must be nearing its end. We only need to hold on a little longer."

"Once the Emperor and the generals return, not one of these demon beasts will get away!"

"But the Immortal Martial Yin-Yang Formation won't hold much longer."

"Shi Lan may have a way to make that imperial weapon act once more. If so, perhaps..."

At these words, the Demon Suppression Marshals silently raised their heads.

"Please summon her..."

Receiving an invitation from several Demon Suppression Marshals, Shi Lan was momentarily bewildered.

When she arrived at the central command tent and saw all the Demon Suppression Marshals assembled, she was even more at a loss.

"We summoned you here... mainly because of that Demon Emperor from last time."

The Demon Suppression Marshals exchanged glances. In the end, Yue Xiuwen, who had met Shi Lan several times before, spoke first.

"Though you didn't kill that Demon Emperor with your own hands, he died because of you, so you should receive a share of the merit."

A Demon Suppression Marshal suddenly raised a hand and drew Shi Lan's Demon Suppression Token into his palm. His divine sense stirred. A few breaths later, he sent the token back.

Shi Lan took the token. When she glanced at the amount of battle merit recorded inside, she couldn't help holding her breath.

"One hundred and thirty million..."

That astonishing, astronomical figure was enough to make most Demon Suppression Generals blanch.

Yue Xiuwen gave a light cough, produced a long box with a flip of his hand, and tossed it to Shi Lan.

"This is a personal gift from me."

Somewhat dazed, Shi Lan caught the box and slowly opened it.

The instant the lid cracked open, a wisp of seven-colored radiance spilled