Zhou Xuanji felt very warm in that beam of light. And to his surprise, his cultivation was starting to rise.
He couldn't help but be surprised. He had never thought that becoming a Soul Guardian would come with such perks.
At the same time, a memory flooded into his mind, regarding the responsibilities of the Soul Guardian.
Most of the time, he would have to stay at the Soul Source Pond. His true body wasn't necessary, a clone could work as well.
Every hundred years, he would have to throw the fruit of the Soul Source Tree behind him into the Soul Source Pond.
The Soul Source Fruit was the source of souls. One was enough to give birth to untold souls.
After a long time...
The beam of light finally dissipated as Zhou Xuanji opened his eyes.
His cultivation had increased a lot. He had taken a big step close to the Dao Ancestor Realm. This had saved him a hundred years of hard penance.
