The purple mist drifting through the sky had yet to disperse, and the entire Broken Dragonbone Abyss remained tightly shrouded in a cold, eerie aura.
The purple figure that had briefly appeared had shed much of its haze. It was no longer an illusory phantom, yet it still refused to reveal its full form. It merely hovered thirty feet away in midair, its outline slender and elongated, strands of purple-black currents coiling around it like living creatures. Wherever those currents swept through the air, even the scattered fragments of spiritual energy nearby instantly froze before turning to ash in utter silence.
Lin Chen stood firmly atop the rubble, the spiritual energy around him already circulating at its peak. His meridians swelled faintly, while the pale golden glow lingering in his palm had never faded.
The sudden heat and trembling of the Ancestral Seal in the previous chapter had not subsided with the purple figure's brief retreat. Deep within his dantian, the Fate-Defying Ancestral Seal that had lain dormant for so long was still scorching hot, like an eternal spark. Through the barrier of his dantian, it continuously transmitted an unusual pulse—ancient, desolate, and carrying a trace of extreme fury.
This pulse was highly unusual. It was not the murderous hostility one felt before battle, but rather seemed like a fear that had been buried for countless ages, along with a trace of deliberately suppressed old resentment.
"What exactly are you?"
Lin Chen spoke in a low voice, his words slowly echoing through the silent Dragonbone Abyss.
He had survived countless perilous battles and seen innumerable evil spirits, demonic creatures, and Ancient Remnant Souls, yet he had never encountered such a bizarre existence. This purple figure emitted no obvious killing intent and no crushing pressure, but it still sent waves of