Morning sunlight spread over the majestic Eighth Soul Pavilion like golden sand.
Countless disciples gradually emerged from their own palaces and gathered toward the center of the Soul Pavilion, where its central main square was located.
Tens of thousands of disciples arrived at the square beneath the rising sun, their faces filled with anticipation.
The central main square was enormous. The circular plaza alone had a diameter of five li.
By the time Su Mo arrived, more than two hundred thousand disciples had already gathered in the square. As far as the eye could see, they formed a dense, endless sea.
These were the fresh blood of the Soul Race. In the future, they would all become the pillars of the Soul Pavilion and conquer the four directions for the Soul Race.
"Elder Brother Bai Yan!"
"Brother Bai Yan, why are you only arriving now?"
"Brother Bai, it's such a rare grand occasion. Look at our Eighth Soul Pavilion—geniuses gather like clouds, and beauties flock in droves!"
Su Mo's arrival immediately drew a crowd of disciples around him, and he was soon surrounded.
These disciples all served under Pavilion Master Wuyu, and Ying Rong was among them.
After all, Su Mo was a Heavenly Soul Pavilion Disciple. Among Pavilion Master Wuyu's more than thirty thousand disciples, there were only three Heavenly Soul Pavilion Disciples.
Thus, Su Mo's status was beyond question.
Barring unforeseen circumstances, Heavenly Soul Pavilion Disciples would certainly enter the Heaven-Splitting Realm in the future and become backbone experts of the Soul Race.
Ordinary disciples would naturally come to curry favor with them.
"Good morning, everyone!"
Smiling, Su Mo cupped his fists toward the crowd.
"Elder Brother Bai Yan, those people from the Di family didn't cause you any trouble last time, did they?" Ying Rong asked gravely.