'Old Acquaintance'

As the group drew closer, Ji An discovered that the Spiritual Energy Vortex was ink-black and dense, lacking even a trace of the shimmering, watery radiance of Water Element Cloud mist.

The black region resembled an abyss that devoured all light. Staring at it gave him the illusion that his soul was leaving his body and drifting away.

This area was extraordinarily vast. The gathered black clouds covered several hundred mu, whereas the Spiritual Energy Vortex condensed by cultivators breaking through to Golden Core was only several dozen mu in size.

Faint hisses, roars, cries, and languid, lingering music drifted from within. Hearing them stirred the mind and left one deeply uncomfortable.

Above the black clouds, purple Thunder Clouds were gathering. It was clearly Chaos Divine Thunder.

Noticing the disciples beside him showing signs of mental disorientation, Ji An activated Spiritual Roar and gave a low shout.

His control over the spell was exquisite enough that this degree of soul attack would not harm Origin Seeking disciples; it would only jolt their minds.

The disciples were startled awake, breaking out in cold sweat. "Thank you, Martial Uncle. Otherwise, this disciple might have suffered soul-loss sickness."

Judging by how sinister this place was, if they truly contracted soul-loss sickness, they likely would never recover.

Qin Yan beside him wore a grave expression, his face like an eternally frozen glacier in the Far North.

"Senior Brother, this is not a normal cultivator at all. It is more like the methods of a Demonic Cultivator."

A Demonic Cultivator had appeared at Harmony Peak. From the scene, they truly might be undergoing the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation. Such an earthshaking event was happening right before his eyes, and he felt as though the skies of Western Continent might be about to collapse.

Ji An