Ever since the Sun Moon Empire had been greatly weakened and Xu He ascended the throne, three years had passed.
On the surface, the continent seemed to have welcomed a long-lost peace.
The Holy Spirit Cult had nearly been uprooted, with both its top-tier forces and headquarters destroyed.
The remnants of darkness were like ice and snow beneath the sun, no longer capable of gaining momentum.
After its great purge, the Sun Moon Empire was plagued by a hundred tasks awaiting revival, while its military strength had withered.
It had long since lost the sharpness and confidence it once possessed when it sought to swallow the Three Continent Empires whole.
As for the Three Continent Empires, although they had gained a chance to catch their breath,
their gap in soul-tool technology remained enormous compared to the Sun Moon Empire.
Moreover, the historical grudges and mutual wariness between them had not been completely erased. Forming a united force to actively invade the Sun Moon Empire
was neither wise nor feasible in terms of sentiment, reason, or strength.
More importantly, an absolute deterrent beyond mortal nations hung above the heads of every power.
That deterrent was Xia Ming.
His very existence was like a sword of Damocles suspended in the heavens.
It forced any ambitious figure seeking to disrupt the balance and reignite war to carefully weigh the consequences.
Thus, over these three years, the entire continent had strangely remained in a state of recuperation.
If there had been any notable change, it was only in the organization and operations of the Spirit Pagoda.
It had quietly penetrated every corner of the four continental empires, becoming an indispensable part of the Soul Master world.
Then, a year ago, when artificial Soul Spirit technology achieved a breakthrough and was cautiously revealed to the