Huo Yuhao stood in the shadows at the edge of the suspended blood pool, his gaze fixed on the wisps of dark red mist drifting in midair.
Without further hesitation, he raised his right hand and extended his fingertips beyond the protective barrier of ice crystals.
Four Soul Rings-two purple, one red, and one black-rose from beneath his feet in succession. Powerful fluctuations of soul power rippled along the basin's edge, driving away all the poisonous mist that had drifted too close.
The blood-red Third Soul Ring, representing the hundred-thousand-year level, blazed with light.
Space Control.
Silver-white Power of Space surged through his meridians and out of his body, weaving together around his fingertips. It formed several streaks of light finer than hair and reached toward a drifting wisp of Power of Time in midair.
This was purely an exploratory contact.
The spatial threads wove an invisible miniature net in the air, enveloping the dark red current that carried the Time Law and attempting to drag it over by force.
Yet that current displayed a maddening degree of freedom.
It seemed not to exist within the physical dimensions of the present world at all. It passed straight through the blockade of spatial threads and continued drifting lazily in midair.
The thing was slippery as an eel.
Huo Yuhao raised his brows slightly and decisively increased his soul power output.
Since ordinary spatial confinement could do nothing to it, he would lay all his trump cards on the table.
The first purple Soul Ring lit up.
Mind-Clearing.
His brain entered a state of absolute clarity in an instant. His processing speed, perception, and insight improved across the board, allowing him to see even the faintest traces of energy flowing through the surrounding air.
Next came the glow of his second, million-year