On the Eve of the Storm

The divine beast White Tiger, once mighty enough to shake an entire region, had fallen into corruption beneath this divine ability!

Within Ying Shi's black-hole-like "eyes," it had already foreseen Han Feng being devoured by his own evil thoughts, his Glazed Dharma Aspect collapsing, and his soul howling as it sank into endless darkness.

It waited to savor the "delicacy" of that pure soul being corrupted and torn apart.

However—

One second, two seconds...

The anticipated soul storm never appeared.

The power of Myriad Evils Pull, enough to make any living being fall instantly, entered Han Feng's soul core like a mud ox sinking into the sea, stirring not the slightest ripple!

Han Feng's True Self Manifestation remained steady, its glazed flames burning calmly. His gaze pierced through the Dharma Aspect, still as indifferent and tranquil as a deep pool, as though that terrifying divine ability had been nothing more than a breeze brushing his face!

"What?!"

For the first time, Ying Shi's icy voice fluctuated violently, filled with utter disbelief!

Even its massive psychic energy form showed signs of instability.

"Impossible! Myriad Evils Pull... failed?! Why is the depths of your soul... completely empty?! Where are your evil thoughts? Where are those original sins that drive living beings into corruption?!"

Its innate divine ability, the one it had always taken pride in and which had never failed before, had utterly failed against this human!

The other party's soul core seemed to have been completely "purified" by some force, stripped of every seed of "evil," leaving behind only a calmness of near-absolute rationality and an indifferent wait for the end.

This "emptiness" made it feel even more... unsettled and disturbed than the most violent evil thoughts!

Now!

At the perfect moment when Ying Shi's mind was shaken by the failure