Inside the Abyssal Strange Beast, Ye Qin swallowed a spiritual pill and charged at the Spirit Transformation realm. Powerful five-element spiritual energy surrounded him.
Ye Qin's divine sense appeared within his Purple Mansion, atop the floating islands.
Endless gray mist stretched all around.
Within the gray mist, as far as his eyes could see, countless hair-thin bolts of Purple Lightning darted and roamed through the boundless haze, appearing and vanishing intermittently.
"Purple Lightning!"
Ye Qin's Primordial Spirit had already reached the peak of the ninth level of Nascent Soul, yet he still instinctively felt immense fear toward the Purple Lightning in this space.
The Purple Lightning, with the majesty of a god, exerted an enormous oppressive force upon a cultivator's Primordial Spirit.
No one knew how long passed. The gray mist grew denser and denser, while the Purple Lightning increased in number, gradually forming an enormous vortex. Violet lightning filled the entire space.
Within this gray-mist space, the Purple Lightning was creating the fifth island—a Water Mansion.
Ye Qin's Nascent Soul remained within the floating islands, quietly watching.
His Nascent Soul madly absorbed the primordial energy pouring into the Purple Mansion, while his divine sense continued to expand—hundreds of li, dozens of li, ten thousand li—stretching outward into this boundless space.
Only when Ye Qin's consciousness gradually grew dazed and blurry did he realize that his divine sense had expanded too far and become exhausted.
In his haze, a flash of understanding crossed his mind. Only Spirit Transformation cultivators could possess divine sense spanning such a vast range.
"Boom...!"
His divine sense began to contract violently. More terrifying than an explosion was this contraction. The divine sense spread across ten thousand li rushed back like a waterfall, collapsing and condensing into his Nascent Soul.
Everything before his eyes underwent another