Chapter 601 A Plan is Made, Dragon Valley Sets Sight.
While the Holy Spirit Cult was searching for the two who had annihilated the entire vanguard of the orcs, Xuan Mo and Mu Lin were... in a forest area of the Sun and Moon Continent.
Three days had passed, a full three days. Under Mu Lin's watchful gaze, Xuan Mo sat cross-legged in a cave by a waterfall. A pale green soul power surrounded him.
Mu Lin had personally witnessed the effects of this pale green soul power. Because a few days ago, when Xuan Mo sat here to consolidate the gains from that battle, and to recover his soul power and heal his hidden injuries, a light emanated from his chest, passing through the waterfall and drawing upon the life energy of the surrounding plants to restore and heal his body. In just a moment, he transformed into a ball of light enveloped in energy.
At this moment, eight soul rings—yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red, red, and brown—flashed alternately around him. The soul power fluctuations emanating from his body had been increasing over these past three days.
Mu Lin sensed that Xuan Mo was about to break through another level, getting even closer to level ninety.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect it to take so long. You told me before that you were just recovering your soul power and internal injuries. Now, it's been three days straight. If it weren't for your soul power fluctuations steadily rising and you about to break through, I would have thought something had happened to you."
After complaining a few times, Mu Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and then his gaze fell on Xuan Mo's chest.
"But those Dragon King soul bones of his are really strange. A divine-level soul bone, yet it didn't give him a single soul skill? But he's gained quite a few of these strange abilities."
"You know nothing!"
Just then, a cold, irritating shout suddenly came from Xuan Mo's tightly closed eyes.
Immediately afterward, a strong fluctuation of soul power attracted Mu Lin's attention, and he turned his gaze towards Xuan Mo. The pale green light enveloping Xuan Mo gradually weakened, and then, a roaring Taotie slowly emerged behind Xuan Mo.
At this moment, even just a glance made Mu Lin feel as if his soul was about to be pulled out and swallowed by the giant maw of the Taotie phantom. At the same time, the bloodline fluctuations in Mu Lin's martial soul began to pulsate wildly. Fortunately, Mu Lin's will was strong, and he broke free.
But even so, he was still shocked.
Just then, the suction force of the Taotie phantom became even more terrifying, transforming into a pillar of light that shot out of the waterfall.
Instantly, a faint sound echoed in the air, and everything within sight had completely turned gray-black.
Suddenly, the invisible soul power in the air turned into mist under the influence of the devouring power. It then rapidly swirled, forming a giant funnel. Centered on the gluttonous phantom's gaping maw, it converged towards the gluttonous beast's mouth.
"Holy crap! This is outrageous!"
Before Mu Lin could even react in shock, he felt his own soul power slowly leaving his body.
Even a Soul Saint like him, comparable to a Soul Douluo, felt as if he were being choked by the gluttonous beast's devouring power, unable to breathe.
"Brother Mo, calm down!"
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon."
Three breaths later, a ball of pure soul power entered the gluttonous phantom's mouth. The gluttonous phantom then slowly dissipated after swallowing the ball of light.
"Hoo..."
Having regained his composure, Xuan Mo let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes. Compared to before, his eyes held a greater degree of gluttonous ferocity and the noble air of a dragon.
"You've recovered now."
After Xuan Mo slowly stood up, Mu Lin stepped forward, dusted himself off, and immediately rolled his eyes at Xuan Mo, saying irritably, "Not only have I recovered, but I've also broken through."
Xuan Mo pretended not to notice Mu Lin's expression. After clenching his fists, he sensed the changes within himself.
"I can only say that I feel pretty good right now. After all, advancing to the next level isn't easy, especially after having a Soul Core so early."
"Then it's good that you feel good."
Mu Lin waved his hand, then his expression turned serious. "Brother Mo, we need to leave here as soon as possible."
"Hmm?" Xuan Mo glanced at him. "You mean..."
"That's right, the Holy Spirit Cult."
Mu Lin nodded. "As you know, ever since we wiped out that orc army a few days ago, those evil soul masters have been tracking us. But the good news is, they haven't discovered our identities."
"Heh, are they feeling sorry for us..."
The words "Holy Spirit Cult" were squeezed out as if from between his teeth. The moment Xuan Mo finished speaking, a terrifying chill mixed with Xuan Mo's existing powerful aura surged forth without any restraint. Even Mu Lin, under the suppression of his martial soul, couldn't help but slightly change his expression and take a step back.
Xuan Mo noticed this and understood immediately, quickly dispelling the chill and the pressure from the Taotie.
"Mulin, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about what happened back then, and I was so angry that I didn't consider your feelings."
"You're making it sound like you're looking down on me."
Mulin didn't seem to care about Xuanmo's actions. After all, when he recalled what he saw back then, he felt the same way as Xuanmo.
Because the place after the disaster was just too horrific! Even they, who were not from the Sun Moon Continent and were accustomed to killing, couldn't hold back and remained silent for a long time.
Back then, the floodwaters had uprooted all the vegetation, and the monstrous creatures with dragon heads and bull bodies were causing havoc. Towns and villages were reduced to ruins, and the survivors, less than one in a hundred, were running around crying out.
Their homes were gone, their food was gone, their clothes were tattered, and they were covered in filth. They cried and screamed! The word "horrific" was hardly enough to describe it!
Xuanmo and Mulin both knew clearly what had happened back then. The land after the flood would be parched and cracked, barren of vegetation, scarred and ravaged by malaria, littered with piles of bones.
Seeing this, Xuanmo, despite his barely recovered body, expended a great deal of soul power to preserve a patch of clean land for the Sun Moon Empire to deal with.
In this way, Xuanmo could be considered to have done his utmost.
It was because of this that Xuanmo had recuperated for so many days.
After regaining his senses, Mu Lin asked, "Brother Mo, where do we go next?"
At this moment, Xuanmo had already made up his mind, and coldly laughed, "Aren't those evil soul masters looking for us? Then let's make them search for five years and still not find us. Let's go to Dragon Valley!"
(End of Chapter)