Looking at a Dead Man

In Mingdu, outside an inconspicuous room in the bustling city, a plainly dressed old man lounged leisurely in a reclining chair.

There was not the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power around him, as if he were merely an ordinary old man with no cultivation whatsoever.

It was afternoon, the old man's favorite time of day. There were no conflicts, no schemes and intrigues. Everywhere he looked was a flourishing scene, with crowds streaming through the streets, as though bringing fresh vitality to this old man nearing the end of his life.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the old man sharply turned to look due south of Mingdu.

That was where the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy stood, and something seemed to be happening there now.

"What dense Darkness Attribute energy!" Shock filled the old man's eyes, and his hands trembled slightly, as though he were excited—or recalling something.

"Is it that kid? Looks like he's run into trouble." After a brief emotional stir, the old man chuckled and shook his head, returning to calm.

Then, as if remembering something, he pondered for a moment before vanishing from the reclining chair in the strangest manner.

Yet among the countless pedestrians around him, not a single person noticed.

How could an ordinary old man possess such ghostlike speed?

Within the cramped space, darkness energy surged toward Ye Chen with near-violent force. Energy from elsewhere was even pouring through the only passage into the laboratory.

The scene resembled darkness energy from all across heaven and earth rushing over to worship its ancestor.

Yue, protected behind Ye Chen's wings, stared at him with blazing eyes. Her pale violet pupils were filled with astonishment.

It seemed that every time they met, this boy brought her fresh surprises. Especially this time—the terrifying aura emitted