Investigation

"This sleep had indeed been a long one."

An ethereal yet slightly hoarse voice echoed through the room.

Yet that voice carried both wistfulness and gravity.

Tu Shan Jun knew that Third Sister could not possibly have reached Nascent Soul so quickly.

No matter how exceptional a cultivator's talent, there had to be a process of accumulation.

Accumulating magical power was the sort of work that wore through stone with dripping water. Though spiritual pills and wondrous medicines could shorten it, it still consumed an immense amount of time.

Three years.

Let alone a cultivator with a Dao Body and peerless talent, even a great sect's Dao Child could not possibly advance two major realms.

Thus, when he returned to the Soul Banner, he had already cut off the supply of magical power.

The scarlet ghost eye upon the Soul Banner's main pole shone with brilliant radiance, enveloping Third Sister within the meditation chamber.

Bathed in that splendid misty glow, it was as mild as a spring breeze and as warming as the setting sun. There was not the slightest chill, malignity, terror, or horror to it. It was like the hand of an elder gently resting upon her, warm and powerful.

Xu Third Sister sat cross-legged on her meditation cushion. Pure qi blurred her figure, while the late-Nascent Soul pure-qi body behind her transformed into spiritual energy. The figure before it was like solid ice melting, her aura swiftly falling.

It slid all the way down, only barely stopping at late Golden Core.

Just as Xu Third Sister thought her cultivation would continue regressing, a bluish-white ghost hand emerged from the banner and pressed down on her shoulder.

Immediately afterward, her spiritual aura stabilized, neither rising nor falling. Even her previous faint listlessness vanished. Then a voice came from