For most of the night, Chen Cang immersed his mind in the soul token, marveling at the Soul Hall's terrifying reserves.
No wonder so many people succumbed to threats and temptations and became the Soul Hall's lackeys. Once they joined, even the lowest-ranking Soul Envoy had hope of reaching the pinnacle.
In a world where strength reigned supreme, nothing could be more alluring.
"Inconceivable. The Soul Hall's resources are terrifying beyond anything I imagined."
Even hearing only Chen Cang's rough account, Heavenly Fire Venerable could not help sighing in amazement.
In truth, merely being the top dog in the Central Plains would hardly have been enough to achieve this.
The Soul Hall could be so astonishing because, ultimately, it had the Soul Clan, one of the Ancient Eight Clans, behind it.
Even a few scraps picked from beneath these ancient races' fingernails would be enough to drive countless people mad.
Chen Cang sighed, suddenly feeling the urge to return to Wutan City and check on his little cabbage.
Better to act than merely be tempted. After a little thought, Chen Cang settled his itinerary.
He had to leave the Tianxing Empire to complete the trial anyway. The neighboring Chu Yun Empire was an excellent hunting ground, and stopping by home along the way would do no harm.
Counting the time, the events of the story seemed to be approaching too.
The sun rose in the east.
Chen Cang bid farewell to the city lord and Master Mo.
The former was not surprised at all. Hunting down a Dou Wang expert within a month seemed somewhat difficult to him, with many things to consider-unless one was lucky enough to catch a lone Dou Wang the moment one stepped outside.
Master Mo was somewhat surprised, but after Chen Cang assured him he