"Hm?"
Di Linchen also saw Li Hao's actions, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Nearby, Shen Wuji, who had been leaning against a rock beside the hall with his arms folded, suddenly rose, staring at Li Hao in shock and anger.
Clearly, he had never expected the youth to touch the golden mist without falling into the illusion.
This meant that Li Hao's Dao Heart was far beyond merely reaching the summit.
"That voice..."
Li Hao stared at the golden mist in bewilderment.
The voice in his mind just now had been extraordinarily gentle, refreshing to the soul, like a warm Dao Sound. It carried an indescribable familiarity, as well as a sacred quality that compelled him to listen closely.
My Dao Heart is bound... what does that mean?
Li Hao murmured inwardly, frowning as he gazed at the golden mist.
If his guess was right, that voice should have belonged to the will of Dao Questioning Mountain.
But his own Dao Heart was bound?
As Li Hao pondered with doubt written on his face, this scene was projected throughout the immortal dynasties of the Southern Region, including Floating Slaughter City on the frontier of the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty.
A majestic, pointed tower stood there: the Heart Questioning Pagoda.
Once an imperial tower, it had later suffered a calamity and fallen into ruin.
Even now, a scattering of figures were entering the Heart Questioning Pagoda to test their Dao Hearts.
Far more people, however, stood in the square outside the tower, looking up at the grand spectacle of the southern region assembly battle.
On a low hill opposite the pagoda, a figure sat leaning against a tree, a thread in his hand extending into the clouds ahead as he quietly fished for things from another time.
At that moment, Old