WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The wisps of soul awareness carried different auras as they either looked like shining pieces of silver, crimson lightning bolts, or green tree branches.

They seemed to have roamed the floating continent for a long while before returning to Nie Tian’s sea of awareness now, like young swallows returning to their nest.

Then, they fused into different sub-souls.

His flame power sub-soul, wood power sub-soul, and star power sub-soul hung high in his sea of awareness like bright lamps.

His true soul, on the other hand, continued to gather and refine itself with pure soul power, so that every soul strand that constituted it seemed to carry endless power.

Every once in a while, some wondrous soul scripts within his true soul would light up.

They were the Netherspirits’ unique soul symbols, which he had obtained from the Nether River and fused into his...