In a small room like this, it was filled with Xiantian Experts. With their Primordial Spirits accomplished, they could illuminate everything within and around their bodies, practically serving as living scanners.
Even if someone could conceal their breath and hide their aura, it would still be difficult to hide the fluctuations of their spirit. Yet someone had concealed even those fluctuations like stubborn stone and dead wood, leaving them utterly unaware. That was terrifying.
To achieve this, not only did one's cultivation have to surpass theirs, but one's comprehension of the realm had to be extraordinary as well. Was this person friend or foe?
In truth, there was no need to think too hard. A true friend would not lurk nearby with ulterior motives without making their presence known.
Almost simultaneously, everyone erupted with true qi. With a thunderous blast, the once exquisite roof exploded into countless fragments. Seven figures landed almost at the same time atop the broken crossbeams, their sleeves fluttering as they saw a young man standing lightly not far from the roof.
True qi formed a wall, obscuring their sight. They could only vaguely glimpse a sliver of his true appearance, but he was a young man none of them had ever seen before.
His appearance and identity were secondary. What alarmed the First Elder and the others was this young man's cultivation. It was fathomless and impossible to gauge, faintly giving them the feeling of a sky vast and boundless, an earth broad without end.
"Cultivation close to the Dao."
The First Elder's white brows twitched. His sword fingers gathered force, ready to strike, while his expression was exceedingly strange—part questioning, part worry, and part suspicion.
The Void Returning Realm had already entered the Dao, surpassing Great Success in Primordial Spirit. Anyone on the verge