The raven-haired boy's face remained dull and stiff for over an hour.
During this ti, the fluctuation within the Source World quietly disappeared.
When the boy ca back to his senses, he jumped off the stone—his instinct was to run away.
But too many powerful warriors were currently in the underground hall—any one of them could easily subdue him.
Before he could even take another step forward, he was trapped in an invisible cage.
Yellow Thearch walked briskly toward the raven-haired boy.
He figured that the boy would quickly get all mories of Usman, but he was surprised to find otherwise.
While the boy reacted to the ntion of Usman, he didn't rember much about him.
Yellow Thearch felt a tremor between his brows before he could say sothing.
His face seed to shift in color before he turned to the woman in white fox-fur robe.
“Take him back…”
The latter rely nodded and dragged the boy away.
Taking a step forward, Yellow Thearch disappeared from everyone's view, entering a dark room.
His forehead began to crack, from which an eyeball erged. “Kill him!” a voice resounded from the eyeball. “Kill that brat!”
Its voice was full of fury.
The Elent Spirit race had a deep foundation. Even Yellow Thearch couldn't tell how powerful the second civilization was.
In the face of everything in the Source World, the Elent Spirit Civilization always seed to remain calm.
But this ti, it looked rather exasperated. “Kill whom?”
asked Yellow Thearch. “Zen!”
the eyeball nearly yelled back.
Even Emperor Charm had died because of Zen, so Yellow Thearch had figured he should pay attention to the man. Besides, the Descending Rings they had obtained couldn't be used successfully. He highly suspected that the golden red Chaotic Source Spirits in Zen's hand had sothing to do with it.
“Why the hurry?” asked Yellow Thearch.
“He has passed through the Soul City,” the eyeball said.
“The Soul City? He's quite fast…” said Yellow Thearch plainly.
“He passed through the Soul City in a single try and obtained nine Holy Soul Imprints.”
“What?”
At that, Yellow Thearch couldn't hide his shock.
The very idea of passing through the Soul City in a single try was truly astonishing.
What was even more bizarre was the fact that Zen could obtain nine Holy Soul Imprints—sothing that had never before happened on the Other Shore.
In fact, the news that Zen had obtained nine Holy Soul Imprints already spread through the Souls of Light in the Soul City.
But the internal structure of the Bearing race was complicated. It took so ti for the news to spread layer by layer, delaying the dissemination. As a result, Yellow Thearch had yet to find out about what had happened to Dailey.
“Since he's already passed through the Soul City, I'm afraid he'll want to go to the Land of Bone Tribulation. We'd better snip him in the bud in Stage Thirty of the Other Shore,” calculated Yellow Thearch.
He seed to have a good understanding of Zen even without having t him personally.
Zen seed to be the only special existence that entered the Other Shore.
He had his very own corporeal body.
When Yellow Thearch heard of the fact for the first ti, he thought of the Eternal Scroll Painting—sothing Zen could possibly enter.
But at that ti, Zen had just beco famous in Stage Four of the Other Shore. There was a long way to go before he reached Stage Thirty-two of the Other Shore, so it wasn't the ti to give it much mind.
In truth, he had even doubted that it was likely Zen could reach Stage Thirty-two alive.
But after only such a short ti, Zen had already passed through the Soul City.
“Of course we will,” continued the eyeball. “But for security's sake, you must take action in the Source World as well. You also need the golden red Chaotic Source Spirits, after all!”
'Must I personally lead the Bearing race?'
Yellow Thearch wondered, narrowing his eyes.
Though Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Yasamin couldn't co back now, the Pear Hill wouldn't let them do anything easily. The fact made Yellow Thearch feel the need to set up certain strategies.
anwhile, on Stage Twenty-nine of the Other Shore…
the Soul City had been open for one hundred and thirty-two hours, and it was ti to close it.
Before the gate was shut, the Souls of Light in the Soul City erged one after another.
From afar, Zen saw Elvinia step out wearing a grim expression. He, on the other hand, walked up to her with a smile and asked, “How is it going this ti?”
“Eight hundred and ten feet,” Elvinia answered with her head bowed. “I've tried my best, but I'm still too slow…”
“You're already very quick—you obviously already surpass Libby's talent in this aspect,” Zen assured her.
But Elvinia rely pouted.
She didn't want the Soul City to beco a restrictive barrier. She was very eager to pass through it.
This ti, Elvinia had pushed herself to the limit. To a certain extent, even Libby, the top disciple of the Land of Sword Grief, couldn't catch up with her.
But so what?
A great gap still remained between her and Zen. It was impossible for Zen to wait for her the entire ti.
“The test in the Soul City is a form of training, so you shouldn't be anxious. I'll wait for you in the Land of Bone Tribulation,” Zen assured her.
Urgent was the current situation, so Zen had to press forward.
A Soul of Light nearby quickly walked over to them, carrying an aura that seed far stronger than the ordinary. It was none other than Libby, who had already passed the test of the Soul City.
“Congratulations, Libby!”
“I didn't expect you to pass the test so soon!”
Both Gabriel and Carver were still around Libby.
Without Zen's incomprehensible record, Libby's performance was amazing in itself.
But over the past few days, all attention had been given to Zen, both inside and outside the Soul City.
Even Libby could feel that passing the test of the Soul City was a common thing—there was nothing to be excited about.
Once she arrived at Zen's side, she imdiately said, “I've also passed the test of the Soul City. I want to go to Stage Thirty of the Other Shore and I heard that you know so kind of way to release the blood mist and dodge the Garudas. Can I go there with you?”
Libby hadn't had much interaction with Zen. When they first t, she had even provoked him. Now she felt rather bad having to ask him for help.
But Zen just smiled faintly and said, “We're both disciples of the Oneness Sky Palace, so we should help each other out on the Other Shore. If you need to go to a higher stage, I will help you, of course.”
Zen's answer had Libby overjoyed with gratitude. “Thank you, Zen!”
It was quite normal for disciples in the Land of Sword Grief to communicate with each other with open arms, but for Elvinia, it was especially hard to accept. She secretly made up her mind about passing through the test of the Soul City as soon as she possibly could.
The Soul City was located at the very center of the Constant Glory Stage. Behind it lay a long and narrow plank road.
At the end of it was a huge, round platform where densely distributed star rings led to the Blooming Jade Stage, Stage Thirty of the Other Shore.
Once he said goodbye to Elvinia, Zen used the Blood Fog Spell to cover both himself and Libby as they moved along the plank road. The mont they arrived at the huge round platform on the opposite end, Zen saw a Soul of Light of the Holy Soul Realm waiting for him.
The Soul of Light carried two wings on her back—she was a mber of the Sun Crow race.
“Elizabeth?” Zen asked in a low voice.
While he couldn't quite see her face clearly, he was already well familiar with her aura after fighting against her several tis.
Elizabeth's presence had Libby rather nervous until she rembered that the Sun Crow race no longer existed. The remaining mbers were dependent on Zen, so Libby could feel at ease.
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