Dark red miasma churned around him.
Using it as cover, Huo Yuhao traveled through the dense forest on the outskirts of Fallen Dragon Canyon for nearly an hour before finally stopping before a secluded fissure in a rock face.
Rather than entering immediately, he raised his right hand, silver-white fluctuations of spatial law surging from his palm.
As he infused them with Mental Telekinesis, the silver-white light became a transparent membrane of space-time, expanding outward to envelop everything within a hundred-foot radius.
This was the space-time barrier he had devised while resisting the erosion of time earlier.
With this barrier, not only could he completely seal off the aura inside, but even a centennial sub-dragon that blundered into it would have no hope of shaking this bulwark of law.
Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged. Before he could speak, a wisp of gray-black mist drifted out of his Sea of Spirit.
The mist swiftly gathered in midair, becoming a translucent figure clad in gray-black robes.
Electrolux stood with his hands behind his back, a faint halo of interwoven death and light lingering around him. His young, handsome face bore the indelible weathering of countless years.
With his divine sense now fully restored, he had long been able to leave the Sea of Spirit like an ordinary person and walk freely through the world in a body of divine sense.
But he rarely did so.
This was not only because the turbid heaven and earth essence outside was unsuitable for nurturing divine sense, but also to avoid attracting those troublesome gazes from the Divine Realm.
"Bring out that incomplete dragon soul."
Electrolux's aged, hoarse voice echoed within the space-time barrier.
Huo Yuhao swept his hand through the air, and a mass of energy radiating azure-gold light appeared in his palm.
It was a