Within Falling Star Pavilion, all was harmony and joy.
The three master and disciples sat together, sipping tea and discussing the Dao. It was quite pleasant.
Soul Realm, the dark Eternal Hall.
Ever since the beast tide in the Ancient Wilds had ended, Soul Hall had secretly transported back countless mutated ferocious beast corpses. A strange, pitch-black aura lingered on those corpses. A single glance at it filled one with a sense of ill omen, yet the power contained within it strangely matched the Soul Clan's cultivation methods.
Hun Tiandi sat upon his throne. His elegant gray-white robes seemed utterly out of place amid the absolute darkness. He was tall and slender, with handsome features, appearing to be only around thirty. His bright eyes seemed capable of seeing through people's hearts.
He merely sat there in silence, watching the clan elders in the center of the hall refine that strange black aura from beginning to end.
Several Soul Clan elders carefully stripped away and purified the demonic pattern origins within the mutated ferocious beasts layer by layer, leaving behind only the purest, most fundamental strand of black evil aura.
"Clan leader," an elder reported with a bow, unable to suppress the shock in his voice, "this aura is extraordinarily strange. It can corrode and mutate our clan members. Anyone who absorbs it will experience a tremendous surge in combat strength, without suffering the usual instability caused by devouring soul power."
Another elder solemnly agreed. "However, the clan members who undergo mutation all become incomparably violent. They may even... lose their reason."
Upon hearing this, not the slightest ripple appeared on Hun Tiandi's handsome face.
He slowly spoke, his tone calm and composed, as though casually chatting about everyday matters.
"It doesn't matter."
His indifferent voice echoed through the deathly silent