In the muddled darkness, Xiang Yang could hear nothing and see nothing. He could only faintly sense a warm tide all around him.
Then Xiang Yang shuddered. The Blade God burst forth with peerless divine power, and a dazzling radiance lit up the darkness, allowing him to see the strange world before him.
It was a vast expanse of white, refracting countless fantastical scenes. Pictures floated in the air, filling the entire space like a grand exhibition of paintings, brimming with mysterious colors.
Xiang Yang did not act rashly. He merely moved slightly and found his consciousness clear, yet his limbs—no, more precisely, his entire body—were insubstantial and traceless. He confirmed that he was undergoing Primordial Spirit Ejection and had no physical form.
Then he recalled arriving at the end of the East Yang Path, encountering an old man proving the Dao, standing before the human sculpture, and being left dizzy and disoriented by the tiny luminous mirror hanging at the sculpture's waist...
"That was the Heart-Illuminating Mirror. It could wrench my Primordial Spirit out in an instant. This power truly is incomparably immense. I'm afraid only experts who have shattered the Spiritual Divine Treasury could withstand it. As expected of one of the three divine artifacts of the ancient Human King."
Xiang Yang quickly sorted through his experiences and let out a breath. This meant he had not encountered any danger—provided, of course, that the old man proving the Dao outside harbored no ill intentions toward him. Otherwise, with his Primordial Spirit entirely out of his body and only an empty shell left outside, he could be beaten to death for nothing.
But that possibility was minuscule, and Xiang Yang paid it no mind. He turned his attention to this wondrous space. If his estimate was correct, this was