Watching Lin Feng's soul effortlessly condense into a human form identical to his physical body, Yao Ming was secretly taken aback.
The soul was simply too intangible and elusive.
On the continent today, Dou Qi reigned supreme. Aside from those peak experts who could advance no further on the path of Dou Qi, few cultivators paid attention to soul cultivation.
After all, while the soul was the foundation of a person, without special methods, it was difficult for it to achieve any overwhelming effect in combat.
Yet the effort and time required to cultivate it were utterly disproportionate to the gains.
Thus, apart from some Alchemists whose advancement in alchemy had been constrained by their souls, hardly any cultivators paid attention to such a thing.
Meanwhile, when Lin Feng's Soul Body arrived before the stone tablet, his gaze flickered slightly as it swept over the ancient tablet before him. Then, under Qing Lin and Yao Ming's watchful eyes, he stepped forward.
His somewhat illusory body then slammed directly into the stone tablet.
"Sizzle!"
The instant Lin Feng's soul came into contact with the tablet, circles of ripples rapidly spread across the ancient stone tablet's surface as though it were liquid.
Lin Feng's soul then vanished strangely from the sight of the two behind him, as if it had been swallowed.
"Rumble!"
The next moment, the world spun before Lin Feng's eyes. Soon after, he arrived in a sky suffused with an ancient aura, where lightning roared madly like furious dragons.
The deafening booms shook the entire world violently.
"So this is the hidden space within the Yellow Spring Stone Tablet."
Lin Feng floated in midair, his gaze examining this strange space, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.
Then he raised his head and looked into the distance,