Several months passed quietly in Dragon Valley.
During this time, the Soul Beasts under Xiao Yi's command remained immersed in the nourishment and tempering of the dragon cloud energy. Their cultivation steadily improved, requiring no guidance from Xiao Yi; everything happened naturally and fell into place.
However, without a breakthrough, their Soul Power Levels would not be displayed.
The long wait was dull and tedious, so Xiao Yi simply built a crude little house near Dragon Valley and settled down to await the right moment. In his free time, he either lazily stroked and cuddled Na'er at his side, or discussed the connection between the Water Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King with Gu Yuena.
Only after the Soul Beasts had completely absorbed the dragon cloud energy and stabilized their cultivation did Xiao Yi set out again with everyone, continuing deeper into Dragon Valley.
There were no unexpected twists along the way.
Not long after they proceeded, Xiao Yi's figure suddenly flickered, and he vanished into thin air before everyone's eyes, disappearing in an instant.
Seeing this, the remaining Soul Beasts were immediately filled with worry and were about to search everywhere when they keenly received the gentle intent Xiao Yi conveyed through his martial soul.
Sensing that he was safe and that everything was under control, their hanging hearts finally settled, and they no longer panicked. Then, following the ancient guidance deep within their bloodlines, they headed off in different directions to seek their own opportunities.
Xiao Yi, now alone, stared at the hazy, ethereal nine-colored dragon silhouette before him.
It was a projection cast by the old Dragon God. A sacred and majestic aura washed over him. His eyes shifted slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose. He already understood that the Dragon God inheritance