Against his Emperor Realm Soul, it amounted to nothing.
Yao Ming seemed to sense Liu Bai's calmness, but he could not help reminding him, "Master, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint was once someone with one foot in the Dou Emperor realm. He will not be an easy opponent. Please be careful."
Liu Bai nodded and said calmly, "I understand."
With a flicker, he appeared atop a stone pedestal directly before the stele and slowly sat down cross-legged.
The Soul Power within his brow stirred restlessly, like a butterfly about to emerge from its cocoon.
The next moment, his soul left his body and floated before the stele.
The soul body was pale gold all over and identical to his own appearance, radiating an immeasurable, vast pressure.
Then his soul moved, crashing directly into the stele.
"Chi—"
At the instant they collided, the ancient stele rippled like liquid, and his soul entered it directly.
Was this the space within the stele?
Liu Bai's soul body hovered amid a gray, hazy world, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.
This space was immensely vast. The sky was dim, the earth desolate, and the air was filled with an ancient, bleak aura.
To create a space within a stele, the Yellow Springs Demon Saint truly lived up to his reputation.
As he observed this strange world, the thunder in the sky suddenly seemed drawn by some force and came crashing toward him in an overwhelming tide.
The bolts were dark yellow, each containing terrifying power sufficient to destroy a Dou Venerate expert. They were dense as a torrential downpour.
Facing such an attack, Liu Bai's expression did not change, nor did his steps pause.
He strolled leisurely, and any bolt of lightning that entered within a hundred zhang of him was instantly extinguished.
How