One day. That was all it had taken. In a single day, Gaius Lee’s soul had been refined into a soul servant. Kael Draven felt something stir inside him—curiosity, excitement. He wanted to know just how powerful such a servant could truly be.
But the battle he had just survived left more than physical scars. It carved a lesson deep into his mind. Breaking through to the Hundred-Scattered Heaven was not enough. Not nearly enough. There were still far too many warriors capable of ending his life without hesitation.
Strength—he needed more of it. And quickly. Kael Draven knew what he had to do: advance as fast as possible—from Hundred-Scattered Heaven to A-Line Heaven. Condense every last drop of his spiritual power into a single, unwavering point in his dantic.
The corpse of the black-clad
