The Golden Core Elder had just placed his palm on the Immortal Stele when a mysterious pattern on its surface began to glow faintly. Then a strange mark appeared between his brows.
The two resonated with each other, producing a wondrous fluctuation of energy.
The cultivators below brightened at the sight. As long as something unusual happened, it meant this was not a situation without a solution.
Still, to be safe, everyone retreated farther back to avoid being caught in the effects.
"Zhang Chengdao, what happened? Are you all right?"
The leader of the elder's team called out loudly, asking about his condition.
But the elder did not answer. Instead, his face twisted hideously, as though he were enduring tremendous pain.
The sight set everyone's hearts on edge again, but all they could do was fret. No one knew what he was experiencing, nor did they have any 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 had no idea which true spirit bloodline this 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 vanished.
Everyone's expression darkened. They had thought they would uncover something this time, only for it to end the same way.
"Husband, what do you think that change in the Immortal Stele meant?"
Luo Qinglan spoke quietly with Chen Lin.
Chen Lin considered it and said, "It must have been triggered by the rule force of his talent ability. The extent of the reaction should depend on