As the red light suddenly flared, a surge of soul energy abruptly burst from the small disc in the middle-aged man's hand. Lines of spirit patterns emerged one after another, weaving and darting through the red light and soul energy, appearing wondrous and eerie.
At the same time, a vast spatial aura suddenly surged forth. Amid its steaming and churning, it vanished into the surrounding void.
The red light grew brighter and brighter. The illusory miniature flood dragon suddenly became lively, as though vitality had been injected into it, making it seem extremely cheerful.
The soul aura grew increasingly dense, filling the entire cavern.
Suddenly, the cavern space trembled. A spatial aura resembling a volcanic eruption, wrapped in soul energy, abruptly gushed out of the small disc and shot toward the cavern ceiling.
That terrifying fluctuation did not strike the cavern ceiling. Instead, it suddenly vanished into thin air.
The spatial fluctuations and soul energy around the small disc continued to surge violently without end. The middle-aged cultivator, whose hands were forming incantations, had his eyes wide open and his entire body trembling. Clearly, the magic power and soul energy within him were being rapidly depleted, almost reaching the point he could no longer endure.
Time passed bit by bit. Suddenly, a hazy phantom appeared across the disc's surface, which had originally been carved with strange patterns. The disc's surface twisted and flickered violently, finally condensing into a figure.
If Qin Fengming had been standing nearby at that moment, he would have recognized at a glance that the figure emerging within the small disc was none other than himself.
"Ha ha... hahaha... Good, old man has remembered you. Though the junior stole old man's possession and activated the Dragon Soul Spirit Pattern, he surely doesn't know how to refine that