He bade the Plane Spirit farewell. He could explore other times and spaces whenever the mood struck him in the future; for now, he only needed to focus on the present.
With a thought, Tang Heng adjusted the flow of time between the inner and outer worlds, then returned to Douluo Continent.
The night was quiet. Tang Wulin still sat cross-legged on the grass, his Soul Power steadily increasing in orderly fashion. Before long, he took that final step and reached level ten.
Nothing around them seemed to have changed. It was as if the Plane Spirit had never appeared, had never burned itself up and dragged Haozi into slumber.
It was like a dream, like an illusion.
But in the end, it was only a feeling. Everything that had just happened had been real—beyond all doubt.
At the very least, Tang Heng could see the permanent BUFF in the upper-right corner.
"Mm, Haozi's temporarily offline. For now, the only one still hanging on at Shrek Academy is Ah Yin, who's possessing the Golden Ancient Tree. Later, once the Holy Spirit Cult uses the level-twelve fixed soul-guidance missiles from the Federation to blow up the tree spirit, Ah Yin should be all set."
Tang Heng suddenly remembered that the people in the Holy Spirit Cult seemed to know Ring Detonation, too.
Wasn't that a secret art exclusive to the Clear Sky Sect?
And wasn't it passed down orally from sect master to sect master? There was basically no way it could have leaked.
Could that Holy Emperor who'd suddenly appeared as the Holy Spirit Cult's offering actually be Haozi himself, the Plane Master?
It was only a guess, but given how absurd that family was, Tang Heng didn't think it was all that strange for them to pull something like