His Soul Power began to rise steadily, climbing from level twenty-six through the thresholds of twenty-seven, twenty-eight, and twenty-nine before finally settling firmly at level thirty.
In his Sea of Spirit, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm let out a long sigh of relief. His voice carried the relief of a burden lifted. "It worked. Your second martial soul—the Extreme Ice Snow Tiger."
Huo Yuhao stood in the snow, looking down at his hands.
He was silent for a moment, then slowly clenched his right hand into a fist and murmured something. His voice was so soft that only he and Sky Dream Ice Silkworm could hear it.
At the same time, Tang Wulin had already arrived at the outskirts of the Body Sect's territory.
He followed a dirt road that had been trampled countless times. The vegetation on either side shifted from deciduous woods to evergreen shrubs, then from shrubs to a flat expanse covered in dead grass.
A faint mineral scent hung in the air, as though vast metal veins lay buried deep underground, their vapors seeping upward and permeating every inch of soil and air.
Tang Wulin walked at an unhurried pace.
He estimated that, after about the time it took to burn an incense stick, he would be able to see the outline of the Body Sect's mountain gate. His steps were steady, and his breathing was long and even.
Then he felt the road beneath his feet tremble slightly.
It was not an earthquake, but a more concentrated tremor, as if something heavy had crashed down on the ground nearby. Right after that came an extremely faint sound in the air, like someone suppressing a pained grunt.
He pulled his hands from his sleeves, slowed his steps by half a beat, and glanced toward a patch of