Kael headed toward the pillar of flames.
The massive column of fire dominated the Void Realm's sky—visible from every region, every continent, every corner of the pocket dimension. It burned day and night, a beacon drawing cultivators like moths.
He wasn't alone. Hundreds of figures moved across the landscape—flying, running, riding beasts—all converging on the same point. Kael traveled on foot, killing beasts along the way, absorbing two more worthy souls into the Netherworld Soul Locking Flag.
25/100.
He had considered finding Rue and Sage first. His tracking runes still connected him to them—they were far to the northwest, but moving. Heading in the same direction toward the flame pillar.
A few days passed. Kael crossed two continents with lightning speed, passed dozens of cultivator groups, and killed more beasts than he bothered to count.
With his mana reserves and physique, continuous travels like this pose no strain to him.
Then he heard the sounds of combat.
