To thoroughly probe Monk Yi Xin's methods, Yu Ci simply sought out a dozen-odd monks, projected his divine intent into them via starlight, and, enduring the dizziness of multiple perspectives, compared them from various angles. Yet despite all this, he failed to figure out Monk Yi Xin's methods; instead, he discovered that Monk Zhengyan's shattered spiritual soul state was one of the most eccentric among the monks of the Jingshui Altar.
Aside from Zhengyan, the spiritual soul structures of the remaining monks clearly belonged to the normal category, including the one who also belonged to the spirit cultivators. Yu Ci scratched his head—perhaps he should investigate carefully, but unfortunately now was truly not the time.
At this moment, the implanted starlight probed another section deeper into Zhengyan's spiritual soul. At this rate, perhaps in another eight or ten days, he would discover a deeper level of consciousness within Zhengyan. After revolving his thoughts through it to confirm there were no other changes, Yu Ci prepared to withdraw. Yet at that very moment, beneath the illumination of the starlight, deep within the spiritual soul quieted by seals, a certain train of thought flowed, resembling a babbling brook in a deep valley.
Awake?
Yu Ci shifted his mind outward, only to see that Zhengyan was still in a coma, and genuinely so—surely he couldn't be dreaming, could he?
The situation outside did not allow Yu Ci to continue pondering. The surrounding cultivators suddenly surged into a commotion, and Yu Ci turned back to look, only to see that over the distant wilderness, burning black flames soared, transforming in the night sky into a ball of fireclouds with a faint gleam of light. The fireclouds rolled onward, their range expanding unceasingly until, in the blink of an eye, they threatened to press down