Su Mo did not care much about the news of Di Huo's impending return. Di Huo alone could not stir up a storm.
Unless someone searched his memories, no one would find any substantial evidence.
Besides, he could erase his own memories at any time.
What Su Mo was considering now was a long-term grand plan.
Moreover, he would continue causing trouble to draw the Lu Yang Tribe's attention, leaving its upper ranks with no time to concern themselves with other matters.
On one hand, Bai Yan's clone would continue developing in the Soul Pavilion, striving to enter the main branch as soon as possible, become a backbone of the Soul Race, and cultivate an immensely powerful force within the Soul Race.
Second, he would unite the major races of the Heavenly Soul Source World—the Snow World, Dark World, Imperial Sky World, Nebula World, and every other force that could be brought together.
Once the time was ripe, it would be time for them to confront the Soul Race.
This process might be very long. At the shortest, it could take several thousand years; at the longest, several hundred thousand years. But Su Mo could afford to wait.
"Two Nine Revolutions Void Soul Pills should be enough for me to enter the Dao Realm, right?"
Within the palace's secluded chamber, Su Mo held two pills in his hand and smiled faintly.
After this clone had returned from the First Soul Pavilion last time, the Pavilion Master had rewarded him with two Nine Revolutions Void Soul Pills at once, along with other resources and treasures. It was clear how highly the Pavilion Master regarded him.
Thus, although he had only recently entered the Great Perfection of Fortune Realm, he could now openly step into the Dao Realm.
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