The Saintess

The Golden Core elder had only just placed his palm on the Immortal Stele when an arcane pattern on its surface began to glow faintly. Then a strange mark appeared between his brows.

The two resonated with each other, producing a peculiar fluctuation of energy.

The change made the eyes of the cultivators below light up. As long as something unusual happened, it meant this situation was not without a solution.

Still, for safety's sake, everyone retreated farther back to avoid being caught in it.

"Zhang Chengdao, what's happening? Are you all right?"

The leader of the elder's team called out loudly, asking about his condition.

But the elder did not answer. His face twisted hideously, as though he were suffering immense pain.

The sight sent everyone's hearts into their throats again, but all they could do was fret. No one knew what he was experiencing, and they had no way to help.

Chen Lin stared at the mark between the elder's brows. It was shaped like a leaf. He felt the elder was not a talent holder, but a true spirit descendant. However, he knew little about the bloodline clans of the Tianfang Continent and did not know which true spirit bloodline that leaf represented.

After another dozen or so breaths, the mark between the elder's brows dimmed. He fell from high above, reduced to a skeleton.

The pattern on the Immortal Stele also faded from sight.

Everyone's expression turned grim. They had thought they might learn something this time, but the outcome was still the same.

"Husband, what do you think that change in the Immortal Stele means?"

Luo Qinglan spoke quietly with Chen Lin.

Chen Lin considered it, then said, "It must have been triggered by the rule force of his talent ability. The degree of activation