Profound Origin Cave Heaven, deep within the crimson stone forest, was deathly silent.
Mo Lin's figure flickered like Gui Mei among crimson stone pillars hundreds of meters tall. Faint light flowed through his Immortal Eye as he surveyed this area with its abnormal energy fluctuations.
He was not deliberately searching for anything, merely exploring at leisure and sensing the peculiarities of this world.
Suddenly, he halted and fixed his gaze on the shadow of a stone pillar ahead to his right. There, an exceedingly faint ripple of source energy carrying a panicked aura was trying to hide itself.
"Trying to hide, are you?" Mo Lin curled his lips into a faint smile. Without using any source energy, he casually raised his right hand and grabbed at the shadow.
Buzz!
An invisible force of space instantly condensed into a massive chaotic-colored hand. It passed directly through the stone pillar and forcibly yanked a figure attempting to flee from the shadows!
"Ah! Senior, spare my life! Spare me!"
A young man in gray martial attire, with an ordinary face and cultivation around the ninth level of the Primordial Realm, was held aloft by the neck in that chaotic hand. His face had gone pale with terror as his limbs flailed wildly and he begged repeatedly for mercy.
He had not even seen how the other party had attacked. His greatest concealment technique had been as flimsy as paper before him!
Mo Lin examined the young man. Judging by his clothing, he was not a disciple of any of the six major sects. He was likely from some minor sect or a rogue cultivator.
Too lazy to waste words, Mo Lin asked directly, "Why were you skulking around here? Is there anything special nearby?"
Feeling the unfathomable aura radiating from Mo Lin, one