The Ox-Head God secretly mused, So Meng Zhao had not truly sent a letter. The contents of this letter were actually a fragment of Meng Zhao's own divided Primordial Spirit. That was the real top secret—no wonder Meng Zhao was not afraid of me peeking at it.
But there was nothing to be done about it. Meng Zhao could accomplish this because his strength had reached an exceedingly formidable level. Looking across the world, there were scarcely any who could be considered his opponents.
As for why the letter had shattered and transformed into a Primordial Spirit before even meeting Shen Tianci, the Ox-Head God guessed that it might be related to aura.
Meng Zhao's cultivation was unfathomable even to ghosts and gods. He had most likely left some hidden measure within the letter; once it sensed Shen Tianci's presence, it would transform into a Primordial Spirit and go speak with him.
At this moment, the Primordial Spirit divided from Meng Zhao floated in the air, its bright white silhouette crystalline and suffused with boundless majesty and divine power.
The Primordial Spirit swept its gaze over the three present without making the slightest movement. The next instant, it became a blazing rainbow streak and flew toward the small pavilion at the heart of the lake.
Only then did Shen Yuhu and Shen Hongguang sense that something was amiss. Their Kirin Son was in secluded cultivation, his spirit traveling beyond the physical world. Ordinary people naturally could not harm him, but Meng Zhao had divided his Primordial Spirit this time—his purpose and methods were both unknown. They could not help but worry.
Just as they were about to stop it, they discovered that they could not move a single inch. A powerful force had bound them in place; even rolling their