Watching Xiao Wu and Wang Qiu'er leave, Jun Xuehan turned her gaze to Yang Wudi and said, "Senior Yang, you will select four hundred Soul Master from the Wind Snow Pavilion to go to the Star Luo Empire with Xiao Wu and establish Branch Hall in Star Luo City."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi only thought for a moment before readily agreeing.
Late at night, Jun Xuehan looked at the chessboard in front of her, a white chess piece in her hand, spinning continuously. As the piece fell, a message was sent from the Wind Snow Pavilion, heading straight towards the direction of Spirit City.
A month later, Zhu Zhuqing arrived from Spirit City. After meeting up with Xiao Wu, accompanied by Yang Wudi and more than 400 other Soul Master, they went to the Star Luo Empire to establish Branch Hall of the Wind Snow Pavilion.
Meanwhile, the Wind Snow Pavilion fell silent, like a sleeping dragon, making no move. Almost all the high-ranking members were in the rear hall of the Wind Snow Pavilion, researching the creation of Soul Tool.
Not only the Wind Snow Pavilion, but even in the Pope's Palace, located at the border of the Two Great Empires, everyone from the Pope to the elders was researching the creation of Combat Soul Tool. Meanwhile, one of the two Soul Master Legion originally stationed in Spirit City quietly left the Spirit City and headed towards the Far North.
Across the endless sea lies Another Continent, known as the Sun Moon Continent.
In the center of the Sun Moon Continent stands a magnificent palace. Above the palace is a plaque with three large characters: Holy Spirit Cult.
In the back mountains of the Holy Spirit Cult, there is a little-known temple. Mu Qing, holding an infant, knelt quietly in front of the temple, her body straight, her gray hair fluttering in the breeze.
"Madam, the Holy Emperor has fallen. The two leaders are now each leading their own faction and are recommending a Holy Son to select a new Holy Emperor. We request that you, Madam, go out and take charge of the Holy Cult." A hoarse voice sounded from behind Mu Qing.
"Choose a Holy Emperor? Heh, do they want to choose Holy Emperor or a puppet?" Mu Qing opened her eyes, a murderous intent flashing in them, and said, "If you want to fight external enemies, you must first pacify internal ones. Although the Holy Emperor has fallen, I am still alive."
"Qingtian, tell them that the position of Holy Emperor will be inherited by my son Mochen. However, Mochen is still young, so I will temporarily take charge of the Holy Cult Sect. If anyone has any objections, let them come to me."
As Mu Qing finished speaking, she glanced at Mochen in her arms, then slowly closed her eyes and continued kneeling in front of the temple.
"Yes, Mistress." Qingtian replied, his somewhat burly body turning directly towards the Front Hall.
Shortly after Qingtian left, the temple gates suddenly burst open, and a black mist, almost solidifying into a thick fog, surged out of the temple.
Mu Qing looked at the open temple doors, respectfully kowtowed three times, then stood up and carried Mochen into the temple. After they entered, the temple doors slowly closed.
Eight months later, Heaven Dou City, Heaven Dou Empire.
In front of a gently flowing stream, Jun Xuehan was quietly fishing with a fishing rod in hand.
After eight months of research, the Wind Snow Pavilion has developed Combat Soul Tool, but the level of the Soul Tool they produced is not high.
The highest-level Soul Tool is the Combat Soul Tool that Jun Xuehan created based on the design of the Silver Dragon Spear, which is comparable to Level 7 Soul Tool.
As for anything of a higher level than what he created, there isn't anything yet. Even his teacher, Bibi Dong, only created something around level six. But their research period is still short, only a little over eight months, and their progress is already incredibly rapid.
Besides these, the two things that Jun Xuehan was most concerned about were that the original Strength Clan had been officially renamed the Tang Sect, and the sect leader of the Tang Sect was none other than Tang San.
However, because it was under the nose of the Wind Snow Pavilion, and due to the restraint and suppression of the Wind Snow Pavilion, as well as the covert suppression of the Spirit Hall Holy Temple and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, basically no one joined the so-called Tang Sect.
Furthermore, Jun Xuehan didn't care about the Tang Sect that Tang San had created. After all, they had already started to use Combat Soul Tool in a modern era, while Tang San was still using so-called Hidden Weapon.
Aside from the Tang Sect, Jun Xuehan's biggest concern is Qian Renxue is now nearing her due date due to time constraints.
"Brother..." A voice rang out from behind Jun Xuehan. Wang Qiu'er ran to Jun Xuehan's side, panting heavily, looking very anxious.
"Qiu'er, I've told you many times that you should remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before you. What's the rush? Tell me slowly." Jun Xuehan glanced at the panting Wang Qiu'er and said softly.
"Oh," Wang Qiu'er replied. After resting for a moment, she slowly said, "My sister-in-law is about to give birth. I've come to let you go back."
As she spoke, Wang Qiu'er sat down directly, looking completely unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before her.
"Oh, is that all..."
"Wait, what did you say? Xue'er is about to give birth?"
Jun Xuehan changed the subject and looked at Wang Qiu'er.
"Yes, my sister-in-law is about to give birth." Wang Qiu'er nodded gently, indicating that Jun Xuehan had not heard about it.
"Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner?"
Jun Xuehan threw down the fishing rod in her hand, and black light appeared in her left arm, tearing open the surrounding space, and her figure instantly entered the space.
"Didn't you say you'd remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before you?" Wang Qiu'er glanced in Jun Xuehan's direction, her eyes becoming somewhat dazed.
Where are they?
"You made me run back again, running back and forth. Aren't I tired?"
Wang Qiu'er pursed her lips, picked up a stone from the ground, and walked towards Heaven Dou City.
In the courtyard of Heaven Dou City, She Long and Ci Xue stood on either side of the door, while Zi JI stood in the middle. Numerous maids waited in front of the door.
A Space Rift appeared, and Jun Xuehan stepped out of Space Rift. Looking at Zi JI in front of the door, she immediately asked, "Zi JI, how is it now?"
Seeing Jun Xuehan's somewhat anxious expression, Zi JI smiled gently and said, "Young Master, don't worry, just wait patiently, nothing will happen."
Upon hearing this, Jun Xuehan let out a long sigh of relief, sat down at the door, and asked, "Zi JI, how long will this take?"
Zi JI blinked a few times and said, "Young Master, I don't know either."
Jun Xuehan looked at She Long and Ci Xue with a questioning look in her eyes.
"Young Master, we don't know anything about this. We've never experienced anything like this before." She Long and Ci Xue shook their heads as they looked at Jun Xuehan.