The next day, after Xuan Xiao had arranged everything, he put on the belt. With a grand wave of his hand, the grayish-white Aurora Curtain carried him away from that world.
When he appeared again, he was standing on a vast expanse of snow. The icy wind cut across his face like knives, stinging painfully.
"Damn!"
Once Xuan Xiao realized where he was, he immediately cursed.
This damn place was freezing, and there was not even anywhere to shelter from the wind.
Of all places, he had to arrive in the Far North during this period. This was a famously hellish place on Douluo Continent, with temperatures dozens of degrees below zero all year round.
He wrapped his clothes tighter and looked around. Everything was white; there was nothing but snow and ice, not even a single tree in sight. The desolation was enough to make one's skin crawl.
Xuan Xiao clenched his fist and carefully sensed the changes within himself. His Soul Power Level had not changed, but the quality of the Soul Power in his body had improved by roughly thirty percent.
He closed his eyes and felt it out. As that Soul Power circulated through his body, it flowed far more smoothly than before, as though he had switched to a higher-grade fuel.
Xuan Xiao immediately understood what was happening. In the Peerless Tang Clan timeline he had come from, because Tang San had siphoned away Douluo Continent, the amount of Soul Power had remained the same, but its quality had dropped far too much.
Put simply, the quantity had not changed, but the value had. The same Level Ninety-Nine was a watered-down version in that polluted plane.
To put it another way, the same Level Ninety-Nine in the Peerless Tang Clan timeline was like water-injected pork.