Under the shroud of that terrifying spiritual power, Lin Xuan felt like a frog pinned under a viper's stare. Beside him, Tian Xiaojian's face was just as deathly pale. As for the other Core Condensation cultivators, though they fared slightly better, fine beads of sweat still seeped across many of their foreheads.
Lin Xuan was horrified. If he had still harbored the slightest doubt just now, then now he was almost certain. Other than an old monster of the Nascent Soul Realm, who else could possess such astonishing presence?
This was not the first time he had experienced such a thing. He still remembered the Nascent Soul Formation Assembly at Azure Cloud Mountain, when the opposing side's Nascent Soul Realm Grand Elder had appeared in Cloud Sea. The feeling that person had given him was exactly the same as now.
For a time, the great hall fell silent. No one dared to speak, nor did anyone dare to move about at will. One could hear a needle drop.
A short while passed.
With a creak, a breeze blew through, and the doors opened by themselves. The terrifying pressure of spiritual power surged in like raging tides and angry waves.
Lin Xuan's face went somewhat pale. Fortunately, that sensation came quickly and left just as quickly. A few seconds later, the pressure on him abruptly vanished, and only then did Lin Xuan lift his head, still shaken.
The first thing that entered his eyes was still True Person Withered Wood's slightly aged face. However, at this moment, this sect master, an expert at the great perfection of Core Condensation, wore a look of utmost respect. It could even be said he was carefully accompanying a red-haired old man.
Aside from his strange hair color, this old man had an extraordinary bearing.