He paid no attention to He Yitong's change in mindset.
At this moment.
Ling Wuyuan's gaze silently rested upon the tall figure that had already passed directly by He Yitong and slowly walked to a point a thousand meters in front of him.
Though that distance was not close at all for ordinary people.
For the two of them.
It was truly as close as nose to nose.
Thus, at this moment, the tall figure could clearly sense the pressure—or rather, the fluctuations of power—emanating from Ling Wuyuan...
Without a doubt.
It was a very powerful pressure.
The first impression it gave was one of considerable strength.
At the very least.
In Shan Wangyuan's understanding.
Basically.
Only core seed contenders from various factions, or exceptionally outstanding [True Form Realm] Rogue Cultivators, could possibly give him such a feeling.
Every one of those people was an undisputed powerhouse among [True Form Realm cultivators].
However...
Compared to the earlier commotion.
This degree of power.
Was clearly nothing worth mentioning.
The difference was as vast as heaven and earth.
Like a cow and a few strands of hair on its body.
It could only be described as utterly incomparable.
And this.
Was why He Yitong had suspected earlier that the disturbance might have been the effect of some special secret art or [Special Innate Divine Ability].
In her understanding.
That level of power.
Was simply unreasonable for the [True Form Realm]!!
But compared to He Yitong's highly suspicious and cautious attitude.
The man named Shan Wangyuan.
Realized at the very first glance he took at Ling Wuyuan that the other party might truly be that strong...
That thought stemmed from a warning issued by one of his [Innate Divine Abilities].
The instant he sensed Ling Wuyuan's aura.
The [Innate Divine Ability] that had