A cold winter wind blew through the capital, picking up scattered bits of snow from the ground and sending it dancing into the air. The wind blew on the three conclave students who had absorbed the schoolmaster’s green snowflakes as they raced toward the university. All of them had started a new life recently.1

Previously, they all had hundreds of soul threads, but now those numbers were increasing. As the original conclave students in the Xeno-Immortal School, they didn’t have any special techniques, but their years of cultivation had made their souls a lot tougher than normal. As the morning sun rose, driving away the darkness and sending light out to illuminate everything, the three of them already looked a lot different than before. Their cultivation bases rose, and their gazes sharpened.0

The soul fluctuations of the Xeno-Immortal School rolled off them. Even the student who made the slowest progress now had 3,000 soul threads, while the one who made the best progress... had 6,000.2

When the three students reached the Xeno-Immortal School, the other nine conclave students, including the mysterious young woman, all looked at them in surprise.0

The schoolmaster sat in his chair, his eyes overflowing with praise as he examined them.1

The three students exchanged glances, and then, hearts overflowing...0