As Soul Masters grew more numerous, conflict became inevitable.
The Soul Beast clans were also breeding and expanding.
After Qian Yuhan and Tang Wulin took turns tearing through Star Dou Forest, its core region had nearly become scorched earth.
Yet the Law of Life that Gu Yuena had laid down at the cost of her life before leaving was still operating.
In just two years, shrubs and low stretches of forest had grown anew from the scorched ground.
Having lost their leader, the Soul Beast herds instinctively spread toward the outskirts.
Friction between humans and beasts grew increasingly frequent.
Some Soul Masters ventured deep into the ruined forest to hunt Soul Beasts for Soul Rings.
Some Soul Beasts raided the livestock and farmland of human villages at night in order to compete for food.
Both sides bled.
Luo Miya realized that without a unified and powerful organization to manage Soul Masters, demarcate borders, and defend against Soul Beasts, the new era would never survive even the first few decades of reconstruction.
Thus, the temple and the legions were merged and reorganized.
A new department dedicated to hunting Soul Beasts, resisting Soul Beasts, and centrally managing the Soul Master system was officially established.
Looking at those three words, Tang Wulin could not help but laugh awkwardly.
"Spirit Hall."
Luo Miya looked at him in confusion. "Is that name no good? Spirit Hall—it sounds so imposing."
Tang Wulin shook his head, his smile somewhat complicated.
"It's not bad. It's just..."
"Just what?"
"Nothing."
He raised his head toward the east, where dawn was breaking.
"In a sense, this is history coming full circle."
A very simple tradition emerged in the new era.
Every morning, when the sun first rose over the horizon, all cities would fall silent for ten breaths.
Farmers, soldiers,