The Northland Advanced Soul Master Academy's Internal Selection Tournament was fast approaching.
Amon's Main Body stepped out of the house he had rented. Soul power surged around him as he sensed the strength filling his body, a smile appearing on his face. He had just broken through to level forty.
His normal cultivation speed was actually somewhat slow, because whenever he meditated, he had to endure the endless Whispers from the depths of his soul. It was difficult for him to remain truly focused for long periods.
With a thought, he controlled the leaking soul power and drew it back into his body. He successfully reined in his soul power, preventing it from showing outwardly.
At the same time, all the Amon Avatars felt an invisible shackle break. Regardless of distance, regardless of whether they could contact the Main Body, they all came to the same realization at that moment:
The Main Body had reached level forty!
Most of Amon's avatars had barely cultivated and hovered around levels twenty-one or twenty-two, because cultivating soul power simply had too little return for the time invested. They preferred to spend their time learning knowledge or all kinds of techniques.
Whether rubbing their eye sockets or adjusting their glasses, the Amons all made the same decision without prior discussion:
They would hunt Soul Beasts and exploit the Bug that Worm of Time avatars could also draw in and absorb Soul Rings when the Main Body needed to obtain one, rapidly raising their soul power to level thirty.
This was information the Main Body left behind whenever he split off a Time Clone. They had agreed that whenever their Soul Power Level was about to break through a major realm, they would not advance immediately, but leave a month for the avatars to grind