At that moment.
If anyone could have observed the deepest essence of Ling Wuyuan's soul, they would have clearly seen the [Divine Ability Marks] of those six hundred and twelve [Acquired Divine Abilities] changing at tremendous speed within its depths, at an ever-accelerating frequency.
Almost every instant.
They automatically assembled themselves into entirely new configurations, following some special pattern.
At the same time.
The dense, dark gray mist was also constantly churning.
With every instant, all manner of entirely different effects manifested within it: [Isolation], [Deadly Poison], [Paralysis], [Corrosion], [Scorching], [Suppression]...
Yet, constrained by Ling Wuyuan's will, the mist that should have spread wantonly outward and destroyed everything around it could only linger near the residence. It could neither spread beyond it nor even exert any actual harmful effect on anything there, as though it truly were nothing more than some fairly ordinary dense fog...
And as Pei Yiman and the others faithfully reported Ling Wuyuan's ongoing advancement to Su Qingyue.
In the very next instant.
The consciousnesses of Su Qingyue and the various [Grand Elders] crossed space and time, arriving near the residence of Ling Wuyuan and the others.
"What a peculiar power..."
"It can actually block my perception."
As the first speaker let out that irrepressible exclamation of wonder.
The others soon began offering their own opinions with keen interest.
"This gray mist, if I remember correctly, should be Wuyuan's true essence... but compared to before, it seems to have undergone some sort of fundamental change."
"Am I imagining things?"
"Why do I feel as though this gray mist is suffused with something akin to a [true form]..."
"You feel that too?"
"I feel the same way."
"You all..."
In a realm the weak could not set foot in, those consciousnesses immediately began rapidly exchanging their views on