The moment the dark gold storage ring of eternal silence burst with a faint glow, the divine might pressing down on everything all around abruptly paused.
Before Yao Xuan could sense the near-fatal death crisis outside, a gentle yet domineering formless suction force suddenly enveloped his soul.
The scene before his eyes spun and turned upside down; the piercing pain of the physical body, the imprisonment of space, and the chill of death were all stripped away.
Yao Xuan only felt the light and shadow shift before his eyes. The next second, his own soul was instantly pulled and plunged into a vast and silent special soul domain space.
This space was chaotic, without heaven or earth, lingering only with the aura of endless passing years. It was precisely the secret realm within the ring where the remnant soul of Dan Yuanzi had slumbered in self-sealing for years.
In the center of the space, an illusory and ethereal aged figure sat quietly cross-legged, surrounded by a faint alchemical saintly brilliance. It was Dan Yuanzi, who had been dormant for a long time and had previously completely sealed his soul in silence.
The next instant, Dan Yuanzi slowly opened his eyes. His turbid eyes flowed with a detachment that had seen through the ages. Looking at the slightly disheveled Yao Xuan before him, he smiled gently, his voice aged and distant:
"Little fellow, at the peak of the Eight-Turn Dou Zun, to shake a Four-Star Dou Saint with a Dou Zun body and even injure a saintly physical body—your combat power and state of mind already far exceed the proud talents of the same era in this world. You are already remarkable."
"It is only a pity that the chasm of realms is ultimately hard to cross. No matter how defying