The instant Ye Lin closed his eyes, an incomparably powerful pressure erupted from within him. The already devastated ground suffered another calamity, crumbling into ruins.
A golden halo enveloped Ye Lin, wrapping him within like a cocoon. Faintly, it seemed as though some great terror was being born inside.
"What exactly happened?"
Only three days later did Bai Ziran, Hong Yanran, and the other disciples dare to slowly approach Ye Lin. Looking around and sensing the faint residual fluctuations of immortal power in the air, every one of them stared wide-eyed in shock.
The golden sphere floating in midair also drew their attention.
"What is that? Could it be some supreme treasure that came from beyond the heavens?"
"No idea."
The disciples were filled with curiosity, yet none dared take a step forward. They merely stood at a distance, staring at the golden sphere.
Bai Ziran, meanwhile, approached bit by bit, because she sensed a familiar aura from the sphere—Ye Lin's aura.
As she drew closer step by step, the disciples around her held their breath, scarcely daring to breathe.
Though most of them possessed Immortal Realm cultivation and were lofty immortals in the eyes of mortals, what had happened three days ago remained vividly etched in their minds.
It had completely exceeded what they could comprehend.
When Bai Ziran finally came fully close to the golden sphere, Ye Lin's aura became even denser, yet there was not the slightest hint of danger.
"Elder Ye, just what secrets are you hiding?"
Standing outside the sphere, Bai Ziran murmured. Dao Lintian had sent her here to investigate. After all, merely taking one glance three days ago had severely injured Dao Lintian's Primordial Spirit, so he did not dare investigate in person and could only dispatch his chief disciple.
"Senior Sister, what