The moon hung high in the middle of the sky, spilling silver light.
With the original courtyard moved away, only a layer of soil remained.
Ye Guixu raised his head to gaze at the moon hanging high in the sky.
Tang Hao, who had once hunted him down, now had all four limbs severed. Ye Guixu had thrown him into the depths of the illusion, leaving Puppet and Dark Ah Yin to torment him over and over.
The once insufferably arrogant Clear Sky Douluo now found even death an extravagant hope.
That overbearing Tang God King was also being trampled beneath Puppet's feet, his divine soul shattered and restored again and again, forever sinking into suffering.
Yu Xiaogang and his Rose Boy Band were enjoying the treatment they "deserved" within the illusion.
Having dealt with so many things in one go, the pent-up resentment in his heart had completely dissipated.
There was no way to resolve the old village chief's situation for the time being.
To bring the people of Holy Soul Village back to life, he would have to wait another six years, until the Galaxy Star was fully unsealed.
The most pressing issue now was still improving his strength.
Ye Guixu lowered his head and looked at his palm.
His first martial soul had already advanced to level 80, but his second martial soul, Sun Star God Apollo, was still empty.
And he had been wondering all along-could he condense Soul Rings with his own power?
Use his own origin power to condense Soul Rings that suited him best.
But that would take time to work out.
"Master, now that you've finished dealing with that whole crowd, you should get some proper rest."
Yan Lingji pressed against him from the side, her martial soul quietly possessing her body.