Journey to the East Continent

Holding the sphere of light that emitted a faint, ghostly glow, Xiao Xuan avoided the raging sea of fire beneath him. After all, as a remnant soul, it was indeed inconvenient for him to come into contact with such flames.

Fortunately, dealing with the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb early on had fundamentally resolved the problem.

"Xiao Yan, what comes next will depend on your own fortune."

With a gentle push of his hand, Xiao Xuan sent the soft sphere of light drifting down before Xiao Yan, who caught it in both hands.

"I will not fail!"

Xiao Yan nodded heavily, glancing at Yao Wan as she rapidly shrank back into her physical body.

Then, Xiao Yan immediately sat cross-legged, steadied his breathing, and prepared to absorb the supreme treasure that the Heavenly Tomb had taken untold ages to produce.

He knew very well that without sufficient strength, he could not even help shoulder her burdens. That was precisely why he needed to seize every second to improve himself so that he could help her.

If he was too weak, then even exchanging a few pleasantries with her would be a waste of their shared time. For that very reason, Xiao Yan no longer hesitated. Filled with determination, he grasped that trace of the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb's soul essence and immediately began refining it.

The instant Xiao Yan immersed his mind, he felt as though he had been placed within a boundless ocean. Waves churned violently across its surface, while faint roars that seemed to come from the depths of one's soul echoed through the air.

In an instant, it was as though he had entered another world.

Xiao Yan floated above the ocean. As he looked down at the waters below, a trace of shock was reflected