Hai Bodong and the others were throwing themselves into forming the alliance. To help the Jia Ma Empire weather this crisis, they all worked exceptionally hard.
Besides, the alliance concerned their own vital interests. How could they not take it seriously? They were growing increasingly eager to see what the Northwest Continent would look like after the Sect Gathering.
Xiao Yu was just as busy as they were.
He now scarcely set foot outside, devoting himself entirely to cultivating the Taiyi Soul Art. The results were certainly gratifying: his soul power grew rapidly every day. At this rate, it probably would not be long before he could attempt to refine an Eighth-Tier Pill.
One month later.
The Small Courtyard on the Xiao Clan's Back Mountain.
Xiao Yu felt his soul brimming with unprecedented fullness. Then, at a certain moment, a sound came from the depths of his soul.
"Pop."
Afterward, he was like a fish entering the ocean, sensing the boundless world around him. It felt as though he could roam freely anywhere beneath the heavens!
His mind was clearer than ever. Vast soul power surged out of his niwan palace, enveloping all of Wutan City. Yet it did not stop there. It continued expanding until it covered the entire Jia Ma Empire.
However, soul power of this magnitude was far too terrifying for anyone in Jia Ma to detect.
The only person who vaguely sensed something was Gu He, who was at Yun Lan.
Once it reached its limit, that soul power swiftly receded like an ebbing tide, retreating into Wutan City and finally returning to Xiao Yu's niwan palace.
It was difficult to imagine how such immense soul power could all fit inside his niwan palace.
When the last of his soul power had withdrawn, Xiao Yu