Long Xiaoyao Wants a Corpse? Tang Hao Drops from the Sky with His Hammer!

On the southern border of the Heaven Dou Empire, at the northern edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

When seven figures swept past a border watchtower, the guards felt only a gust of wind across their faces.

By the time they looked up, all they saw were a few dead leaves shaken loose above the canopy.

The moment they entered the Star Dou Great Forest, the Eighth Soul Ring on Su Chen's Void Throne lit up on its own.

A dark-gold halo flowed from his body and seeped into the soil beneath his feet, spreading in every direction along the roots.

Across ten miles, the trees crackled—trunks shot upward, branches and leaves grew wildly, and moss spread several yards with each breath.

An ironwood tree that had been dead for a century sprouted fresh buds before the seven of them.

The Golden Ancient Tree's law of life had collided with the Star Dou Great Forest's ten-thousand-year spiritual energy.

Jiang Tieyi stared wide-eyed over his rations as a bush beside him shot up to his chest and slapped leaves across his face.

"Everywhere we go, the place clears out."

He pushed the branches aside and chewed through his words. "This trip's pretty comfortable."

The Soul Beasts lurking nearby were retreating in droves.

Century-old ones, thousand-year-old ones—even an Azure-Eyed Tiger King over ten thousand years old glanced at them from afar, then turned and fled.

It wasn't fear.

Instinct drove them away from a higher authority over life.

Chu Yao rolled her eyes at Jiang Tieyi. "Comfortable, my ass. The Holy Spirit Cult got here before us."

She had barely finished speaking when a Gray-Winged Carrier Pigeon darted through a gap in the canopy and landed on Yan Wuji's shoulder.

Its bamboo tube held three sheets of secret correspondence, each thin