Ziyun Clan, inside the Soul Hall.
Ziyun Qing sat cross-legged, silently refining Faith Divine Power to nourish himself.
Although at his current age, the possibility of advancing further was extremely slim.
However.
Ziyun Qing still had no intention of giving up.
As long as there was even the slightest possibility, no matter how slim, he would not give up.
Moreover.
If he could demonstrate the ability to become a Proof Path Divine King, he believed that the Ziyun Clan would surely find a way to provide him with a vessel.
After all, several Divine Kings of the Ziyun Clan had fallen recently, and if a new Divine King could be born, it would undoubtedly be a good thing.
Suddenly.
Inside the Soul Lamp, it was as if a violent wind had risen.
Ziyun Qing abruptly opened his eyes, looking in the direction of the Soul Lamp.
In less than a breath, his expression changed dramatically.
"This is bad!"
