How was the Soul Race's campaign to sweep through the Dark World being carried out?
How would the Dark Sacred Palace respond?
Su Mo knew nothing of such matters, nor did he need to know.
His true body cultivated in seclusion at the Yun Tian Sect in peace, while his avatar developed steadily within the Eighth Soul Pavilion.
Time flew by, and several months passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Pavilion Master Wuyu informed him that he would take him to visit other Soul Pavilions for an exchange the next day, telling him to be mentally prepared.
The following morning.
Su Mo arrived before Pavilion Master Wuyu's tower to wait. A moment later, Pavilion Master Wuyu emerged from the tower.
"Greetings, Venerable Pavilion Master!" Su Mo immediately bowed, his attitude respectful.
"Bai Yan, congratulations on reaching the Great Perfection of Fortune Realm!" Pavilion Master Wuyu studied Su Mo for a moment, then smiled in approval.
He was not surprised at all. After all, he knew the effects of the Nine Revolutions Void Soul Pill very well.
With Bai Yan's talent and the effects of the Nine Revolutions Void Soul Pill, breaking through was only natural.
"I have not failed Venerable Pavilion Master's expectations. I have finally advanced another step!" Su Mo nodded.
"Humble and respectful, neither arrogant nor rash! Bai Yan, your disposition and talent are both unparalleled within the Soul Pavilion!" Pavilion Master Wuyu lightly patted Su Mo's shoulder, satisfaction appearing on his face.
In his view, barring any major accident, it would only take Bai Yan a few hundred years to catch up to him in strength.
Perhaps after several thousand years, Bai Yan would become one of the Lu Yang Tribe's top experts.
Su Mo smiled, taking it as his response to Pavilion