(Today I got back late again, so I only managed to write this much.)
Sensing the azure mist that had almost solidified as it gushed forth, Hua Huanfei's pretty face suddenly changed as she hovered in midair.
The soul energy contained within the mist before her was something she had never seen in her life.
Such terrifying soul energy had actually been gathering inside that mere dozen-odd-zhang formation without her noticing. It truly left her astonished.
Recalling everything she had experienced after meeting the young man, the shock in Hua Huanfei's heart slowly subsided.
It could be said that ever since she had met Qin Fengming, the strange and inexplicable things she had experienced were no fewer than all those she had encountered before—in fact, they surpassed them by far.
For a cultivator to remain within the Aoteng force's territory without perishing was certainly possible, but it was absolutely an extremely rare occurrence. What Hua Huanfei found most difficult to understand was that, even now, she still did not know what sort of fortuitous encounter had allowed her soul to advance to the Mahayana realm.
Seeing the terrifying soul energy gushing forth, enough to make even her stare sideways, the shock in her heart only surfaced briefly before immediately settling down again.
For a puppet incarnation of a Spirit Realm cultivator to descend to the lower realm and then arrive safely at the Aoteng Interface was not something just anyone could accomplish. Even an incarnation of a Mahayana Existence could not necessarily do it.
As she watched the terrifying soul energy surge straight into the heavens, with rune after rune flashing and swimming through it, an illusory scene suddenly appeared above the lake.
It was a strange sight. Several figures were casting techniques within it, each looking extremely similar to