Xiao Yan turned his gaze toward Luo Hetu and Luo Yu.
"We'll follow your every instruction, Senior!"
Luo Hetu spoke respectfully.
As Xiao Yan's strength steadily recovered, his easygoing, peaceful air remained, yet a terrifying sense of majesty continued to grow around him.
This was an emperor's might. Once Xiao Yan recovered to the heavenly sovereign level, even the slightest wisp of his aura would be enough to make Earthly Sovereigns tremble.
With that, the three flew outside.
"Senior Xiao Yan, with so much Sovereign Spirit Liquid in your possession this time, I fear those fellows will set their sights on you."
Along the way, Luo Hetu could not help speaking up.
"Is that so?"
Xiao Yan smiled indifferently. "Perfect. I can use them to test just how strong I am now."
Seeing Xiao Yan's breezy composure, Luo Hetu could not help shivering, seemingly recalling Luo Tiantai and the other two, whom Xiao Yan had nearly beaten to death back then.
"Look, Xiao Yan's coming! Xiao Yan's coming!"
The moment they saw Xiao Yan flying toward the gate, the many experts of the Lesser Western Heaven Realm whispered among themselves, then left through the silver gate and emerged outside.
The Spirit Emperor Ancient Tomb remained open for only a month, much like the Luo River Source.
Over that month, most people had earned a considerable amount of Sovereign Spirit Liquid, though a few unlucky Earthly Sovereigns had perished inside.
Some had been caught off guard and killed by Sovereign Spirit Gods, while others had died at human hands. As the saying went, wealth moved people's hearts.
An Earthly Sovereign's fortune was already considerable. With tens of millions of drops of Sovereign Spirit Liquid added to it, temptation was inevitable.
Thus, ambushes and robberies had been frequent occurrences within the Spirit