His pupils constricted as he stared fixedly at the ripples of soul energy spreading toward him. Xiao Yan forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart.
With Yao Lao here, he would never stand by and do nothing!
Yet the alarm on Yao Chen's face slowly faded. He seemed to recognize something faintly familiar in those soul fluctuations-a soul cultivation method unique to the Pill Tower!
Sure enough, the ripples of soul energy surged outward like lightning. But just as they were about to touch Xiao Yan's body and Yao Chen's soul form, that section of the ripples suddenly trembled, then vanished in an instant...
It was as though some invisible force had precisely controlled them, drawing all their destructive power back into nothingness.
After a long while, an aged sigh finally rang out.
That sigh seemed to cross endless years, carrying the weight of time and a sense of release, mingled with an indescribable emotion.
The soul form of an old man with a kindly, benevolent face slowly floated out of the ring.
He wore a simple gray robe, and his spectral form was so solid that he looked almost indistinguishable from a living person. A faint golden halo radiated around him, like an ancient Buddha finally awakening after a thousand years of slumber.
With appreciation amid the complex emotions on his face, he quietly regarded Xiao Yan, his deep eyes holding a meaningful look.
"Little fellow..."
The old man spoke, his voice hoarse but gentle. "Thank you for your seven illusory azure spirit saliva. It allowed me to see the light of day again."
Xiao Yan bowed slightly, his tone respectful. "You're too kind, senior. It was only a small effort on my part."
The old man smiled faintly, a trace of bitterness and relief in his smile.
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