Above the milky-white desert where the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame descended, the atmosphere was as heavy as the dead silence before a storm. The various factions stood clearly divided, their wary gazes crossing in the air as invisible gunpowder filled the atmosphere. Everyone's attention was firmly fixed on the slowly rotating flame vortex at the center, an entrance that radiated an aura capable of purifying all things.
The powerful experts of ancient clans such as the Ancient Clan, Yan Clan, and Lei Clan stood with solemn auras and blazing eyes.
Yet the most feared group was undoubtedly the Soul Hall party that had just arrived, exuding a cold and baleful aura.
At their head was Soul Hall's master, Hun Miesheng. His aura was obscured, deliberately suppressed at the peak of Four-star Dou Sheng, but the two elders behind him made no attempt to conceal the pressure of Three-star and Four-star Dou Sheng. They had clearly come prepared.
However, just as this tense balance was about to shatter and the various factions began to stir—
"Buzz..."
An extraordinarily faint yet strange hum that seemed capable of penetrating the soul sounded without warning. Its source was where Mo Lin, the master of the Artifact Refining Sect, stood.
Mo Lin remained standing there calmly, his white robes fluttering despite the lack of wind. He did not look at anyone, merely lowering his head slightly as though lost in thought.
But if anyone could perceive the soul level, they would have been horrified to discover that an indescribably terrifying Soul Power was silently gathering and compressing with frenzied intensity around him, like a volcano on the verge of eruption! The space within tens of thousands of feet had become viscous and distorted from the condensation of that power!
One minute! From his arrival to