The Time Was Ripe

She could now sense not only the Place of Inheritance, but even the boundless void beyond that pale golden sky in a distinctly different way.

Amid the intense clarity brought by this dazed sensation of a single thought spanning countless miles, Yao Wan slowly raised her hand. Her dark cyan sleeve swept sharply through the air, and the Sacred Cangwu Tree at the center of the Place of Inheritance swayed slightly beneath a gale of Soul Power.

The divine tree had already perished, leaving only its essence within. Though she could not actively shake the tree itself, she could still shake the Place of Inheritance.

Yao Wan's mind stirred, spreading wildly like the wind and like the roots of a tree.

Her Soul Power spread to every corner of the Heavenly Tomb along with the turn of her thoughts.

Even compared to her former self, the extent of that spread had grown by an unknown number of times. Thus, wherever her soul reached, her attacks could cross tens of thousands of miles and erupt in an instant.

Having spread her Soul Power across the entire Place of Inheritance in nearly a single thought, Yao Wan naturally noticed that remnant soul which had not fallen asleep.

Only now, after her soul realm had broken through to the Emperor Realm, could Yao Wan fully sense the Yao Emperor's might.

Even if only a wisp of remnant soul remained, the energy contained within it was not something anyone would be willing to touch or endure.

No wonder Nihility Devouring Flame had ultimately given up on fighting them to mutual destruction. No matter how unwilling he had been, he had still chosen to retreat.

If Progenitor Lord had truly chosen to disregard everything and perish together with Nihility Devouring Flame, then even if she