With the experience of suffering a loss last time, Lin Xuan was much more cautious now. He gathered his divine sense tightly into one and probed toward that sleeping soul.
This was not mere curiosity. Faintly, Lin Xuan felt that some great secret was involved.
Such a strange event was hard to encounter in a thousand years; naturally, there was no reason to look at it as if he saw nothing.
He soon drew close to the soul. Lin Xuan hesitated slightly, then slowly shrouded it with his divine sense.
The other party showed no reaction at all.
Lin Xuan was overjoyed and was just about to increase his divine sense when the soul suddenly woke with a rustle. Spiritual light flickered, transforming into a huge mouth that opened and closed, wanting to devour the invading divine sense.
Lin Xuan's face went white. The twin infants within his dantian suddenly opened their eyes. The Demon Infant remained in his sea of qi as before, while the Nascent Soul strangely appeared above the crown of his head.
A trace of fear flashed across the little face, but afterward, it still turned into a cyan rainbow and sank into the young girl's body.
The next moment, after shrinking countless times over, it used a secret art and appeared in Xiahou Lan's Consciousness Sea.
The so-called Consciousness Sea corresponded to the sea of qi. The latter was used to store spiritual power, while the former was the dwelling place of divine sense. In truth, it was not only immortal cultivators; mortals also had a Consciousness Sea within their bodies, only it was extremely weak, and they could not sense it at all.
Although Xiahou Lan was only at the Spirit Movement Stage, she had, after all, set foot on the path of immortal