At first, the Primordial Saint Soul aura only circled around Qin Fengming, shrouded by the mist of the stone stele's Spirit Patterns, so Su Yizhen could not clearly sense it.
As Qin Fengming sank his entire body and mind into it, he no longer consciously controlled the spread of the Primordial Saint Soul. The aura it emitted rapidly grew stronger, finally breaking through the stone stele's Spirit Pattern seal and revealing itself before Su Yizhen.
As one of the top-tier existences in the Miro Realm, Su Yizhen sensed what that aura was in an instant.
Yet she dared not believe it. The energy of the Primordial Saint Soul was an object defying Heaven even in the Miro Realm. To think it had actually surged forth from a lower-realm cultivator—it was simply too unreal.
But Su Yizhen had no choice but to believe it. The soul energy surrounding Qin Fengming was indeed the energy of the Primordial Saint Soul. Although it appeared mixed and its aura was impure, Su Yizhen was certain she could not be mistaken.
A rare strange expression appeared on her face. Her usually unruffled state of mind grew unsteady, for she truly could not imagine how a cultivator in a lower plane, who had cultivated for less than five thousand years, could encounter the energy of the Primordial Saint Soul and even collect it.
The Primordial Saint Soul—what level of energy was that? Even Su Yizhen, a Dao Lord Mighty, had never encountered it.
But she knew very well that soul energy of that level would generally be accompanied by terrifyingly corrosive energy in an extremely harsh environment. The danger of such energy was beyond imagination. Its might was so terrifying that cultivators of the Three Realms absolutely could not withstand or resist it.
The energy of