The trajectory of the first strand of Angel God's power entered the Ambrosial Arbor Core, and Ji Yuan immediately sealed off that spore's senses.
Further observation would only increase the risk of exposure.
The level of power within Xue Qinghe was far too high. Recording its path of circulation was enough for now; only once Ambrosial Arbor's reserves had grown stronger would he be qualified to touch that sacred origin.
Early the next morning, the Shrek Academy group boarded the carriages prepared by the Royal Knights.
After counting everyone, Flender lifted the carriage curtain and looked at Tang San.
"Xiao San, how long can the Blue Silver Grass last?"
"As long as we don't run into a battle, it can hold until we reach the hunting ground."
Tang San sat cross-legged beside Yu Xiaogang. Dozens of Blue Silver Grass stalks spread across the carriage, each one winding around someone's wrist.
Dai Mubai rolled his shoulders.
"Finally, we don't have to stay cooped up in the academy anymore. By the end of the Preliminary Tournament, I hadn't even gotten warmed up."
Ma Hongjun leaned against the carriage wall and snorted.
"Don't forget, the Advancement Tournament is a gauntlet. After beating one opponent, you'll have to keep fighting. If you brag too soon, you'll only embarrass yourself."
"Fatty, how about you take the first match?"
"Fine. Who's afraid of who?"
"Save your strength."
Yu Xiaogang sat in his wheelchair, spreading the official rules that had just been delivered across his lap.
The wheels rolled over the stone road, making the pages tremble lightly.
"The Preliminary Tournament tests teamwork. The Advancement Tournament tests individuals. They assess different things."
"Support-type Soul Masters can't fight alone. Rongrong and Little Ao will basically not be competing, so we only have five people available."
Oscar leaned over.