Afterward, countless streams of incense fire surged toward him like ascending clouds.
Beside the Emperor Willow, Wang Ba nodded slightly at this scene.
In fact, if he had delayed the snow disaster a bit longer, ideally until some people froze to death and all beings despaired, the appearance of the Ice Daoist would have been even more impactful.
But he ultimately couldn't bring himself to be so ruthless as to resort to any means necessary for his goal.
"However, this is enough."
Feeling the power of the Yin God swiftly emerging in the Yin Temple, Wang Ba let go of some of his worries.
At this rate, his soul might reach peak Class III perfection in just a few years.
To advance further, he would need to integrate his soul into his Golden Core and, alongside the Dao of Qi and Blood within his flesh, break through to the Nascent Soul at the moment his soul advanced into Class IV.
"Next, it's time for the Class IV Spirit Beasts."