Apotheosis

The three men from the Bearing race paid Dorothy no heed.

Their leader gently raised his hand. The Soul Snakes raised their heads attentively, their threadlike tongues darting in and out.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Dorothy trembled slightly.

Then, the man said, "Call Milo Mo from your Oneness Sky Palace over to receive his death!"

Hearing this, the Oneness Sky Palace disciples exchanged confused glances.

"Milo?!" a disciple cried in surprise.

"He came to the temple a few days ago, but we haven't seen him in a while," someone chirped.

"Several days ago, he challenged some disciples from the Bearing race," another added. "Did he cause any trouble?"

Dorothy's brows knitted. She was puzzled. No one had expected this predicament had anything to do with Milo. "Zen, isn't Milo also a member of the Flow Sword Sect? Have you seen him recently?" she asked in a low voice.

"I did see him," Zen admitted.

"Then what happened?" Dorothy asked curiously.

Zen shook his head. "I don't know exactly what happened, but I guess he might have hurt someone important from the Bearing race, and now they're trying to take revenge."

Although Zen had no idea what had happened exactly, Milo had disclosed to him about a great breakthrough in the Flow Swordsmanship. He had eagerly practiced what he discovered on some unfortunate souls on the Other Shore.

After all, the best place to practice the Flow Swordsmanship without holding back was on the Other Shore.

Milo had also specifically said that he had beaten many rivals and even the Bearing race was afraid of him. Zen was afraid that Milo might have bullied the Bearing race on the Other Shore. So the disciples from the Bearing race were going to seek revenge today.

Nevertheless, Zen and Milo were both from the Flow Sword Sect. He took a step forward. "Milo is my fellow disciple. May I ask what he's done to offend you?"

"Yesterday he almost killed my younger brother in the Soul Arena. My brother is still in a coma today. I would like to face the man who did this!" the man said in a cold voice.

The Soul Arena was an open field that stood in the middle of the three temples of the human race. Souls of Light would go here to compete against one another, to determine the strength of their souls.

"Oh, this is so trivial," Dorothy said in an annoyed tone. "A soul battle is likely to cause accidents. Since your brother chose to enter the Soul Arena, he should've been awa

ble of Instant Enlightenment," a disciple whispered. "No wonder he is a rare genius in the Oneness Sky Palace. He doesn't seem to be nervous at all!"

"Unfortunately his soul is a little weaker," another one said wistfully.

"Really? I don't think so. A few days ago, he defeated three Indigo Souls from the Bearing race all by himself."

The man who had summoned back the Soul Snakes put away the pot and gestured towards the arena.

Without a word, Milo followed them.

Although they had been filled with fear just minutes prior, curiosity overcame the disciples of the Oneness Sky Palace. They too wordlessly followed Milo and the men to the arena.

By now, the news had spread so quickly, permeating the depths of the Oneness Sky Palace.

The normal disciples, elite disciples, and the direct descendants of the various mountain heads visited the Other Shore, streaming out of the temple gate. It seemed the interest of the entire Oneness Sky Palace was piqued.

"Let's go and have a look too," Dorothy said excitedly.

It was not a trivial matter anymore. While many disciples of the Bearing race had died in the Soul Arena, no one had dared to block the entrance of the Oneness Sky Palace's temple before. To a certain extent, this somewhat represented the true attitude of the Bearing race.

Zen had just become an Indigo Soul. Originally, he had wanted to go to Stage Thirteen of the Other Shore with Dorothy, and perhaps he could find an Other Shore Token that was suitable for the Truth of Cultivation Nature. He didn't expect such a thing to happen before he could do so. With a sigh, he followed after Dorothy.