A Spark That Ignites at a Touch
He Ping's deduction was by no means baseless.
The area around the Millennial Black Demon City had already been turned upside down. High in the vault of heaven, the spirit essence consciousness of the Gate of Holy Hall hung in the void like a blazing sun, eternal and undying.
The will of that spirit essence was incomparably searing. Ordinary people could not see it, but in the eyes of cultivators, it surged forth like the great sun itself, carrying an extraordinary sanctity detached from the mundane world.
At the same time, the Endless Tree Sea on the ground was shrouded in dense mist. This place had become a source of pollution, constantly releasing the powerful aura of the Bone Path.
The power of the Gate of Holy Hall's spirit essence also descended, clashing against the boundless corpse qi of the Bone Path and the towering black fog it spawned.
"The Bone Path is truly terrifying!"
In the distant sky stood a towering figure, dressed in a white-gold robe and wearing a white-gold crown.
He was a fair-skinned old man with a hooked nose and a beard so long it nearly dragged along the ground. Yet every strand had been combed neatly, without the slightest disorder.
He was a Great Venerable-level expert, his cultivation undeniably at the peak of the Manifest Divinity realm. Had He Ping been here, he would likely have recognized him as an expert of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect who had gone to the Central Huan Continent and participated in the battle of the Heart-Seizing Heavenly Escape Ninefold Linked Grand Array.
"The spirit essence possesses two mid-thousand-world-grade treasures. Once united, their power becomes even greater. Yet even so, they cannot completely eliminate the corpse qi leaking from the Bone Path."