The Soul Clan swept The Dark World. How did they do it?
How would the dark Sacred Palace respond?
Su mo did not know any of these questions, and he did not need to know.
His main body was peacefully cultivating in seclusion at the heavenly fate sect, while his clone was peacefully developing in the eighth soul Pavilion.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a few months had passed.
On this day, Pavilion Master Wu Yi informed him that he would take him to the other soul pavilions to exchange knowledge, so that he could be mentally prepared.
The next morning.
Su mo went to Wu Yi Pavilion master's Tower and waited. After a while, Wu Yi Pavilion master came out.
"Greetings, Pavilion master!" Su mo immediately bowed respectfully.
"Bai Xiao, congratulations on entering the perfect creation stage!" Pavilion Master Wu Yi sized su mo up and praised him with a smile.