The unveiling of the War Spirit Tower rang out like a bell, setting every high-ranking soul master's ambition ablaze.
Watching the crowd below, all so fired up they seemed ready to draw their blades and hunt down Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirits, a faint glimmer of satisfaction crossed Xiao Yan's eyes.
His goal had been achieved. The tide had turned.
"This concludes the Fuxi Dao Sect's launch event."
Xiao Yan's calm voice cut through the uproar. He ignored the shouts begging him to stay and reveal more about the War Spirit Tower. With a sweep of his wide Taiji Dao Robe, he stepped into the void and vanished from the stage.
With the man himself gone, only the final arrangements remained.
Ning Fengyi smoothly took charge of the crowd. The old fox had spent most of his life leading a sect, and he handled the scene with ease. He directed the External Affairs Department's staff to guide people out in an orderly fashion while smiling and answering questions from major clients.
Once the event ended, the crowd quickly split into separate streams.
Soul masters who had set their sights on a particular Soul Spirit during yesterday's trial event, and whose cultivation had reached a bottleneck, rushed to the newly established "Temporary Soul Spirit Department" to arrange their contracts and fusion.
Representatives of other factions with money to spare hurried back to the Pill Pavilion. They might not have won a Primordial Realm-Breaking Pill, but if they could grab a few of the mid-tier pills shown at the auction—Spirit-Calming Pills or Berserk Blood Pills, for instance—before they sold out, the trip would still have been worthwhile.
Many other soul masters had no intention of lingering in Dao Yan City.
They hastily gathered their people and left, eager to return to their sects and