Calvin froze, then reacted as though he had heard an even funnier joke. He swept the entire Side Hall again with his Divine Sense.
Two auras.
That was right. Only two!
One belonged to Su Ye: Transcendent Ninth Heaven, faint but solid.
The other belonged to the Winged Human King: Heavenly King Level, but chaotic and weak, like a candle guttering in the wind.
"Cheap tricks!"
Calvin barked.
"You think This Marshal's Divine Sense could be wrong? I set up this isolation Formation myself. Forget a person—even a fly couldn't get in! Who else could be here? Don't tell me your saber came to life!"
Su Ye said nothing more.
He extended his right hand, palm up, and gently closed his fingers.
Humm—
Space rippled like water. A miniature altar, hazy and ancient in design, appeared out of thin air above his palm, made entirely from an unknown silver metal.
Countless intricate Spatial Runes were engraved across it. They lit up one by one, giving off a pulse that made the heart tremble.
"What is that?"
Calvin's pupils contracted.
"Those are Spatial Fluctuations..."
His voice cut off.
The miniature altar's light had reached a blinding intensity. A silver beam formed entirely of Space Power shot upward, only to strike the Side Hall's ceiling and rebound, forming a spinning spatial vortex in the center of the hall.
Light warped at its center. A figure took shape and slowly stepped out.
His white robe was like snow, his long beard hung to his chest, and his face was kindly, though his eyes were sharp as a hawk's. A gentle yet boundless aura of light radiated from him, as vast as a sea of stars and utterly at odds with the hall's scent of grass and wood and its dark-gold divine power.
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