Apotheosis

The raven-haired boy's face remained dull and stiff for over an hour.

During this time, the fluctuation within the Source World quietly disappeared.

When the boy came 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 memories of Usman, but he was surprised to find otherwise.

While the boy reacted to the mention of Usman, he didn't remember much about him.

Yellow Thearch felt a tremor between his brows before he could say something.

His face seemed to shift in color before he turned to the woman in white fox-fur robe.

"Take him back…"

The latter merely 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 emerged. "Kill him!" a voice resounded from the eyeball. "Kill that brat!"

Its voice was full of fury.

The Element 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 Element Spirit Civilization always seemed to remain calm.

But this time, 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 something 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—something that had never before happened on the Other

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 moment 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 member 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 times.

Elizabeth's presence had Libby rather nervous until she remembered that the Sun Crow race no longer existed. The remaining members were dependent on Zen, so Libby could feel at ease.