"Let's go. Perhaps something extraordinary has happened in Sacred King City."
For a moment, Poison Venerable and Ye Lin both unconsciously picked up their pace. Seeing Ye Lin bathed in golden light, Poison Venerable looked at the green glow around himself and fell into deep thought.
Different cultivation arts produced immortal power in a variety of colors, though the vast majority of cultivators possessed white immortal power.
Ye Lin's golden immortal power did not surprise him, but that faint sense of oppression left Poison Venerable greatly astonished.
From Ye Lin's golden immortal power, he sensed an absolute suppressive force.
It was like the absolute suppression of a higher race over a lower race.
The suppression of spiritual power by immortal power.
At that thought, his face filled with shock, yet inwardly, he found it utterly unbelievable.
"How is this possible? Other than Primordial Unity Golden Immortals cultivating laws, cultivators below the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm all cultivate immortal power, absorbing immortal stones and converting them into immortal power. Why does his immortal power give me such a powerful sense of oppression?"
Following behind Ye Lin, Poison Venerable's mind raced at top speed as one thought after another surfaced.
Why? Why was Ye Lin's immortal power so powerful?
There was no distinction between high and low among immortal powers. No matter what race a prodigy came from, immortal power was their primary cultivation. There might be other bizarre powers as well—for example, the ghost race cultivated ghost power—but though these powers had different names and types, they shared one thing in common: they were absolutely on the same level.
Everyone stood on the same level.
Yet now, Ye Lin's immortal power actually stood above his own, leaving him both confused and shocked.
Just what had Ye Lin done over the