"The Trial Tower?" The cultivators froze at those words, stunned by the staggering windfall that had suddenly dropped into their laps. They cried out, their faces lighting up with delight.
"May I ask, Senior, who is Great Immortal Haocang? Is he the master of these Primordial Ruins?" Ning Mozi asked impatiently.
"Indeed! Great Immortal Haocang is a magnificent True Immortal! He is precisely the master of these Primordial Ruins!" The white-mist figure nodded extravagantly, his voice brimming with temptation.
"A True Immortal!" The cultivators' expressions changed dramatically as they cried out. If cultivators above the Great Void Stage possessed only False Immortality, then True Immortality was the supreme realm of the Heavenly Dao that countless cultivators pursued—a realm of genuine, undying life, an existence that endured alongside heaven and earth. The value of such a True Immortal's legacy was plain to see. No wonder the cultivators were so thrilled, each itching to act...
"...!" Li Xiaoya, however, frowned as he studied the white-mist figure. This figure was simply too strange. Though he stood right before them, Li Xiaoya could not sense even the faintest trace of his aura, as though he were merely a shadow. Almost instantly, Li Xiaoya became certain that this fellow was the one controlling the white mist...
"Then may I ask who you are, Senior? Are you Great Immortal Haocang?" Titan seemed to remember something and hurriedly questioned the white-mist figure.
"Me? I am a sliver of the magnificent Great Immortal Haocang's consciousness!" A glimmer of golden light appeared in the white-mist figure's eyes. He spoke in a deep voice filled with pride, inspiring an involuntary trace of reverence in those who heard him...
"A sliver of his consciousness!" The cultivators exclaimed in utter astonishment, then began murmuring to themselves. A flicker of doubt crossed Prince