Just as the three fierce spirits charged toward Fang Yun, a voice transmitted through divine sense rang out in the sky.
"A mere broken stele fierce spirit. On Inverted Stele Mountain, you're nothing but a slave doing odd jobs, yet you come here strutting and throwing your weight around as though you were a complete-stele fierce spirit. No, judging by your tone, you sound more like a saint-stele fierce spirit. You can't even unite your stele and body, let alone unleash the stele inscription's secret arts. You're merely an ordinary fifth-realm fierce spirit with a little extra strength."
Something stirred in Fang Yun's heart. He looked toward that saint spirit and cast it a grateful glance. It was clearly revealing information about Inverted Stele Mountain on purpose for his benefit.
Those few sentences alone had revealed a vast amount of information unknown to the races outside. Or rather, anyone who had learned such information in Burial Saint Valley must already have died there.
Fang Yun took another careful look at the Broken Stele Fierce Spirit. Its irregular beastly form resembled both a lion and a tiger, its features indistinct. Just as the saint spirit had said, the white bone stele on its back was chipped and incomplete.
The saint spirit was different. Its entire body consisted of white light, outlined in exceedingly faint gold. Unlike many fierce spirits, it did not have visible spirit bones inside its body. It had the appearance of a four-armed human, thirty feet tall, with a sword of light in each hand. Its feet, however, differed from those of the human race, resembling the cloven hooves of deer or sheep.
Above and behind the saint spirit's head stood an upright ring, radiating an aura of immense light and warmth.
Unlike a human, the saint spirit