Meanwhile, in two other secret chambers within Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, who had been cultivating in seclusion, opened their eyes almost simultaneously.
A sacred aura erupted from Qian Daoliu's body, and the phantom of a Six-Winged Angel flashed behind him before vanishing. He looked toward the source of the golden pillar of light, his eyes filled with incredulous shock.
"This aura... it's a god! It's definitely the aura of a god!"
Bibi Dong's expression, meanwhile, had turned grim to the extreme. A purple-black Rakshasa Domain silently spread around her, yet it still could not ward off the oppressive force brought by that divine might.
Her red lips pressed tightly together as stormy waves surged through her heart.
"It's even stronger than the god who took Tang San away half a month ago! Another inheritor of divine power has actually appeared!"
The two rose almost at the same time, transforming into two streaks of light as they sped toward the source of the golden pillar.
They both understood that the descent of such a terrifying god-level aura upon Spirit Hall was an event capable of affecting the entire continent's balance. No matter what, they could not miss it.
At that moment, Ye Xuan had already been swept into a lush ocean of life.
There was no sky and no earth here, only endless green. The air was suffused with life energy so dense it seemed impossible to disperse. Every breath left him feeling refreshed, and the exhaustion in his body vanished without a trace.
He seemed to have become a sapling, greedily absorbing nourishment in this ocean and growing strong.
"Where is this? An illusion?"
Ye Xuan was full of doubt, but the ocean of life felt far too real. He could even sense the flow of every