(Sundays are even more exhausting than usual. Can't be helped.)
The young man's aura burst forth, and the powerful aura of the peak Profound Spirit stage appeared on the spot. As the aura suddenly scattered in all directions, the icy chill that had previously filled the mountain ravine vanished at once.
Looking up at the enormous hexagram formation still hanging in the air, the viciousness on the young cultivator's face slowly receded.
A solemn, contemplative expression emerged.
He could sense the vast soul aura manifested by the enormous hexagram formation in the air. Moreover, he could sense that within that immense, indescribable soul aura was a trace of his own soul aura.
Although the soul aura identical to his own within that energy was somewhat sparse, he only needed the slightest sensing to immediately experience that incomparably familiar feeling.
Yet he clearly understood that this soul aura of the same origin had not been released by him.
It had not been released by him, yet it was no different from his own soul aura. Such a situation left the young cultivator somewhat astonished for a time.
Amid his astonishment, however, a powerful sense of gratitude surged in the young man's heart toward this soul aura that had suddenly appeared.
The instant this vast soul energy suddenly surged forth, it rushed straight into his sea of consciousness.
Within his sea of consciousness, his two Profound Soul spiritual bodies had already been disturbed by a strange aura here and fallen into slumber. It was precisely because this vast soul aura had suddenly invaded his sea of consciousness that the two Profound Soul spiritual bodies abruptly escaped their drowsy state.
The soul energy that poured into his sea of consciousness was immense, but it caused no damage whatsoever. It seemed merely intended to