For Loa, ten kilometers was no more than an instant away.
He swiftly brought the two of them to the unusual spot Wangcai had sensed and landed behind the ridge of a raised gemstone vein.
Looking out through the gaps between the translucent gemstone pillars, Wangcai and Talos both sucked in a sharp breath at the sight before them.
Below lay a natural circular valley. At its very center, the seawater was spinning of its own accord, without any external force, forming a vortex three hundred meters across.
The vortex turned extremely slowly, yet carried an irresistible gravitational pull, drawing in the Soul Essence drifting through the Sea of Ruins strand by strand and gathering it into an increasingly bright grayish-white ball of light at its center.
Quite a few Soul Beasts had already gathered around the valley-Loa counted at least ten by eye, each with an aura no weaker than Talos's.
At the very least, they were all Soul Beast Kings at the Seven-Star Demon level.
They formed a loose circle around the gestating ball of light. None made any rash moves; they merely stared fixedly at it with ghostly green eyes, low rumbles rising from their throats.
"Boss, it should be a Soul Treasure. I just don't know what grade it is." Wangcai lowered his voice, his purple eyes brimming with excitement.
Loa sensed the increasingly concentrated soul fluctuations in the seawater and compared them with those of the Low-Grade Soul Treasure he had once refined.
Although the soul fluctuations of a Low-Grade Soul Treasure were pure, they were nowhere near this penetrating.
Even the residual fluctuations spilling from the still-forming Soul Treasure before him made the sword-shaped soul deep within him resonate faintly. "It should be a Middle-Grade Soul Treasure. I've used a low-grade one before. Its