Spirit Transformation at the Abyss

Tianyue Sect, Reception Platform.

Seven days later.

Before dawn, the area around the Reception Platform had already been sealed off.

Zhou Heng and Xuanpu stood before the platform, with two Tianyue Sect Nascent Soul Cultivators behind them. Twelve reception stone pillars lit up in sequence, silver-white Spirit Patterns climbing their surfaces and weaving into a spatial ring in midair.

At the center of the ring, the void slowly collapsed.

The next moment, an Evasion Light dropped from the Spatial Passage, carving a silver-white arc above the Reception Platform.

The Evasion Light landed, and the entire Reception Platform shuddered with it.

The nearby spatial walls were struck into rippling layers by the aftershock, only settling again several breaths later.

The silver light dispersed.

A female cultivator stood at the center of the array. She looked to be in her thirties, with cold features, gray-white hair tied behind her head, and a rather slender frame. Several scorch marks stained the hem of her dark-silver robe.

Spirit Transformation-level spiritual power spread from her body, then swiftly withdrew back within her.

Zhou Heng stepped forward and cupped his hands. "Elder Xuanying."

Xuanpu followed with a bow.

Xuanying nodded, her gaze passing over the Reception Platform toward the south.

"The rift is in Nether Abyss Valley?"

"Yes," Zhou Heng said. "About three hundred zhang below the valley floor. There are two Spirit Transformation-level devilish energy fluctuations on the other side. The seal is already bearing nearly seventy percent of its limit."

Xuanying did not immediately set off.

She lowered her head to glance at the scorch marks on her robe's hem, her brows knitting slightly.

"The transmission injuries were worse than expected. Spiritual energy in the Lower Realm is insufficient. Right now, I can only wield around sixty percent of my strength."

Zhou Heng's expression