A dragon coils across the sky, its mighty presence spreading throughout this realm. Under such intense dragon energy, even some elders from the Starfall Pavilion find their faces pale, lowering their floating forms noticeably. "Is this the senior brother who has been practicing within the stone tower?" "What a formidable power... this aura surpasses even our own elders!" "This aura clearly reaches the Battle Sovereign level. Wow—unbelievable! The brother isn't much older than us, yet he has achieved this remarkable milestone." Feeling the vast and sweeping aura spreading across the sky, murmurs instantly erupted on the mountain peaks. Among these whispers, traces of profound astonishment could still be heard—clearly, such a young Douzun-level powerhouse had been encountered for the first time in their years. The individuals, already possessing strong innate talents and an inherent sense of pride, now found their composure utterly overshadowed by this senior brother, Xiao Xin. "Wow... this person is absolutely incredible. He's already broken through to the Douzun level!" Muyue Qinglun’s astonishment on her face gradually settled into calm after a moment, a faint smile playing on her lips, her heart filled with complex emotions. Back then, when she first saw Xiao Yan, his rank had been slightly lower than hers. Yet in just a few short years, Xiao Yan had surged to the level of Battle Sovereign with an astonishing leap—this made her begin to question her own cultivation potential. Compared to such a prodigy, could she still be considered a true talent? "Indeed, it's Xiao Yan!" floating above the sky, Feng Zun and Yao Lao stood in mid-air, their eyes blazing with excitement, fixed on the figure atop the great dragon’s head. Feng Zun was the first to exclaim in delight. Yao Lao nodded with a warm smile, his eyes flashing with excitement. It had been a year now—this young one had finally awakened, and this awakening seemed to have brought him tremendous benefits. "Heh, this young one truly has great fortune. Not only has he fully activated the medicinal power of the Yin-Yang Long Xuan Dan, but he's also managed to break through to the Battle Sovereign rank. If my assessment is correct, he's been steadily accumulating energy over the past year, preparing for a decisive breakthrough..." Wind Master smiled. "Indeed, the energy required to reach Battle Sovereign is immense. Without the power of this celestial meteorite here, this young man would likely have had to delay his breakthrough by at least two more years." The herbalist smiled gently, his face filled with satisfaction. Xiao Yan has always been skilled at seizing opportunities, and now, having not missed this major chance, has remained quiet for a year—finally making a truly remarkable breakthrough at this very moment. As everyone was in awe, the massive dragon winding across the sky, which had remained for over ten minutes, gradually began to fade. With the dragon's dissipation, the pervasive dragon aura swiftly weakened. With the complete disappearance of the dragon, the figure in the sky grew increasingly clear, until finally it stood fully revealed to everyone's gaze. In the sky, the young figure lazily stretched, and at that moment, his skin rippled as if alive, while the bones within his body began to move with the crisp, resonant sounds of intricate machinery being activated. "Ah…" Feeling the soothing sensation spreading throughout his body, a warm, vibrant breath escaped from the tip of Xiao Yan's lips. "This must be the power of a Supreme Battle Sovereign," Xiao Yan murmured, gently clenching his hands as he absorbed the vast, ocean-like flow of battle energy within him. "How enchanting it is—so irresistible that countless people have devoted their entire lives to attain it." Xiao Yan extended his palm evenly, then suddenly clenched it tightly. Before him, space instantly warped and formed a strange, uneven indentation. If this grip were applied to a human body, even a Douzong-level master would likely suffer immediate bodily rupture, splintering into a pulp of blood and flesh. Feeling this immense power—capable of distorting space with merely a simple gesture—Xiao Yan's face slowly broke into a smile. Once, this level of mastery seemed utterly unattainable to him; now, he had truly reached it. Should he now encounter that star-gathering old ghost again, while he might not claim a decisive victory without deploying the Devouring Flame Lotus, the old ghost would no longer be able to hold him back. This is the gap between a Supreme Battle Sovereign and a Battle Conclave Master. When Xiao Yan was a Nine-Star Battle Conclave Master, encountering a powerhouse like Zhai Xing the Elder meant only flight—no matter how he unleashed the Devastating Fire Lotus, he could only hope for a mutual destruction. But once he broke through to the Supreme Battle Sovereign level, everything would undergo a fundamental transformation. Currently, while Xiao Yan may not be able to defeat Zhai Xing the Elder in a normal battle, if he wishes to escape from the Elder's grasp again, it will no longer be an effort at all. "Zhai Xing the Elder... you will repay this debt at some point." A faint chill passed through the long-silenced depths of Xiao Yan's dark eyes. Though this severe injury came with unexpected benefits, he could never easily overlook this old man. "Shhh!" As the surge of determination stirred within Xiao Yan's heart, a rushing wind sound swiftly arrived, and then several figures materialized beside him. "You've finally woken up, haven't you?" Wind Sovereign gave a firm拍拍 on Xiao Yan's shoulder, having been thoroughly worn out over the past year trying to support him. "Thank you, Wind Elder," Xiao Yan smiled, bowing respectfully. "Actually, thank your teacher more—he's probably not slept a single soundful night in the past year." Wind Sovereign waved his hand. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan turned his gaze toward the elderly herbalist, who was smiling warmly. The familiar smile, one he hadn't seen in years, stirred something deep within him, leaving him momentarily speechless. "Don't listen to him babbling—just being awake is enough. Being awake is enough..." Seeing the more mature face compared to the one from years ago, even the herbalist's calm composure couldn't suppress a surge of emotion. Staring at the cheerful old herbalist, Xiao Yan's eyes glistened with emotion. All his abilities had been painstakingly cultivated under the old herbalist's guidance. Without him, even if Xiao Yan's innate talent hadn't waned, he might have remained no more than a strong warrior of the Gamma Empire—talent was abundant across the continent; one more or one fewer wouldn't make much difference. It was precisely this early period of quiet obscurity that forged Xiao Yan's resilience, and thus, the herbalist's contributions were indispensable to his current achievements. Yet, the herbalist had poured countless efforts into nurturing him, only to watch helplessly as the Huan Palace captured him—while he himself was powerless. That sense of helplessness was truly the most tormenting form of suffering. "Alright, young one," the old herbalist gently patted Xiao Yan's shoulder, smiling warmly, "Let go of the past. Your growth has far exceeded my expectations. I suppose the Huan Palace's capture of me has, in fact, been of great benefit to you." Hearing this, Xiao Yan smiled as well. Though the remark carried a touch of humor, it did indeed hold some truth. Since the old medicine master had fallen into the Hands of the Soul Palace, Xiao Yan's drive to cultivate had grown immensely strong—precisely this driving force had enabled his strength to advance rapidly within just a few years. "Master, now that I have absorbed three unique flames, I am fully capable of crafting a body for you," Xiao Yan said, quickly composing himself. He glanced at the slightly ethereal form of the old medicine master and spoke with eager anticipation. Seeing the eagerness on Xiao Yan's face, the old medicine master felt deeply satisfied and warmed. Heaven had once blinded him, but fortunately, it had not done so a second time. "The matter of forging his body doesn't need to be rushed. Although Xiao Chen is currently under the control of the Spirit Palace, he faces no immediate threat to his life, he has indeed lost a significant amount of his original spirit essence. Before he begins forging his body, he must first replenish this lost original spirit essence; otherwise, even if he gains a physical form, his strength will remain stagnant," the Wind Patriarch remarked, shaking his head. "Original spirit essence?" Xiao Yan was momentarily surprised. "It's also known as original spirit soul energy. When the Spirit Palace seizes a person's soul, they're essentially extracting their original spirit essence from within. This essence is the very root of the soul—any damage to it will inflict severe harm upon the soul itself," the Wind Patriarch explained. Hearing this, Xiao Yan's expression darkened immediately. He recalled the chains that wrapped around every soul—apparently, these were used to siphon off spiritual energy. "How can we restore the spiritual energy?" Xiao Yan asked. Now that everything was in place, he was determined to fulfill the only wish of Yao Lou. "Spiritual energy is the very foundation of the soul and is difficult to alter under external forces," the Wind Sage mused. "However, in the heavens and earth, there exist two rare treasures that possess miraculous effects in restoring spiritual energy." "Which two?" Xiao Yan quickly inquired. "The Spirit Infant Fruit and the Spirit Dragon Heavenly Mushroom," the Wind Sage said slowly. "Obtaining either of these two would suffice to restore the spiritual energy lost by Yao Chun. Unfortunately, their rarity surpasses even that of the unusual flames. I have only seen records of them in ancient texts." "During the year you were unconscious, I have dispatched powerful disciples from the Starfall Pavilion to seek news of these two rare treasures throughout the realm, yet... " At this point, Wind Master shook his head, exhaling a soft sigh. Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's heart sank, realizing that despite all preparations, another obstacle had arisen. "Damn the Spirit Pavilion!" Xiao Yan gritted his teeth. If they couldn't replenish the spirit energy, wouldn't Master Yao remain without a physical form? "Is there no other way?" Xiao Yan asked, with a touch of determination. Wind Master remained silent. Seeing Wind Master's composed demeanor, Xiao Yan gradually tightened his fists. As the group remained quiet, one of the elders hesitated slightly before finally spoke softly.