The emerald space opened, forming a world of its own.
Dense life energy flowed slowly like mist, every wisp of air containing an ancient, pure power.
At the center of the space, that towering ancient Bodhi tree stood in silence. Its trunk was crystal-clear as jade, its branches and leaves lush and dripping green, radiating a gentle yet profound glow.
Three feet from the ancient Bodhi tree, Lin Ming sat cross-legged. His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing long and even, his blue robes unmoving without wind.
In the next instant, a strange scene occurred.
An image exactly like Lin Ming slowly drifted up from the crown of his head. Only at close range and under careful scrutiny could one make out that almost illusory figure, as if rising from water, slowly floating away from the top of his physical body.
The entire figure gave off a soft, milky-white radiance. Every contour was perfectly defined and clearly visible to the naked eye.
This was Lin Ming's soul body at the great perfection of the Heaven Realm!
The soul body took one step out and landed lightly upon the ground before his fleshly body. It stood there, clearly without the slightest ripple of aura, yet possessing a majesty that shook the heart and soul.
In those eyes condensed from pure soul power flickered a deep light that seemed to span two lifetimes of wisdom. They held both the reason and calm of a modern man from Earth, and also the resilience, killing intent, resolve, and clarity honed through this lifetime.
Lin Ming's soul body slowly raised its head and calmly gazed at the emerald ancient Bodhi tree before him.
Just then, he did not speak. Instead, he transmitted his voice directly with his soul. His voice was like a clear stream,