Several days later.
Due to the unique nature of the Gu Realm, all fluctuations and auras had been completely cut off. Other than using the abilities of Guiyi Zhong's true body, there was no way to observe the environment within.
As the referee, Hun Miesheng naturally became the bridge maintaining the connection between the two realms. With his boundless Dou Saint cultivation, he sustained the light screen that displayed the Gu Realm's interior.
Yet none of the clan elders present found such terrifying consumption—enough to drain an ordinary Saint-tier expert—at all surprising, as though it were perfectly normal.
The terrifying depth of the Soul Clan's foundations was evident from this alone.
"Interesting."
An old man whose beard and brows covered his eye sockets slowly spoke. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands resting on his knees as prayer beads continuously rolled through his palms, like a ghostly monk who had fallen into the demonic path.
If those inside the Gu Realm had been here, they would have recognized him at once. This old monk was one of the countless Saintly faces that had appeared in the sky above the Gu Realm.
"As the most coveted person in the Gu Realm, Miss not only did not hide, but displayed such a forceful attitude and took the initiative to reveal her whereabouts. Such a state of mind is indeed remarkable."
The old monk's words immediately drew the attention of the clan elders.
Clearly, in everyone's minds, the influence this man possessed was extraordinarily great.
"Elder Tu, do you mean Miss's mid-Heaven Realm soul?"
Beside him, an elder whose cultivation rivaled that of a ninth-revolution Dou Zun cautiously gathered his courage and asked.
Hearing this, the old monk called Elder Tu lightly shook his head. Pressing his palms together in prayer, he