Jiang Zhi held the Golden Bowl in his right hand and watched the scene inside it. Even his left hand, tucked into his sleeve, could not help but tremble slightly.
He had never imagined that a problem utterly unsolvable to everyone could actually be resolved so easily by the young man before him.
Chu Huai Xu had merely walked over, taken one glance, and solved everything at its root.
This even made everyone present feel a little numb in the scalp.
If Chu Huai Xu had been born several decades earlier, if he had been able to do this back then... Such thoughts surfaced in everyone's minds.
Xiang Yan and the others knew very well that of everyone present, the one most deeply affected by this scene was undoubtedly Junior Uncle.
Jiang Zhi looked up at the young man standing before him. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but for a moment, no words came out.
He suddenly felt as if his throat were blocked, and his heart felt even more stifled.
After a long while, he finally spoke in a low voice. "Chu Huai Xu, do you know what this is?"
"A wisp of a soul?" Chu Huai Xu asked tentatively.
"This is a Primordial Spirit," Jiang Zhi replied. "A Primordial Spirit reputed to be undying and indestructible!"
Holding the Golden Bowl in his hand, he continued, "This Golden Bowl is a High-Grade Spirit Artifact."
"But that isn't the important part. It's merely a vessel. What matters are the many Restrictions inside it, the various Formations, and this [Rootless Pure Land Holy Water]."
"The Crimson Airflow you just saw was the Soul Seed of a Primordial Spirit."
"We can use all kinds of Spiritual Sense methods to weaken and resist a Primordial Spirit, but we have no