Not a word was spoken all night.
Ma Xiaotao returned to the Small World in the second half of the night. Before purifying her Evil Fire, she had already reached level fifty-nine. Now that she had advanced to Ultimate Fire, she had become addicted to cultivating without any side effects. Besides, cultivation between levels thirty and seventy was incredibly slow for those with an Ultimate Attribute.
That was because this stage was all about laying a solid foundation and tempering the body. Only then could Soul Power surge rapidly after level seventy, allowing a Soul Saint to wield the outrageous strength needed to stand against a Titled Douluo.
After getting used to the rapid growth in Soul Power that came with her high-tier Martial Soul,
she felt a sense of urgency as she experienced its current snail's pace, afraid that she would fall behind.
So she seized every moment to cultivate.
The next morning,
on the vast grassland, the Purple Wolf King commanded over a hundred Nether Wolves. Out of the corner of its eye, it noticed something strange in the distant sky. It looked as if something were flying overhead.
The figure was moving incredibly fast.
The Purple Wolf King's fur bristled as it stared fixedly at the figure in the sky. It let out a low howl, ordering the pack to prepare.
The wolves immediately surrounded their pups, shielding them in the center.
They, too, fixed their eyes on the blurry blue-green figure in the sky, ready to strike back at any moment.
Judging by its speed, it was clearly a high-level Soul Beast out hunting!
But just as they tensed up and went on high alert, the blue-green figure seemed not to notice them at all. It showed no reaction whatsoever and continued flying south.
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