Green Luo.
Within the Great Void, golden winds rolled and surged, spreading across the Seven Azure Peaks and the Eastern Secret region in an instant. The light of Geng Metal divine abilities pulsed without cease, and the clash of weapons rang through the Great Void.
With Tiantuo's spell, Xu Xuan's gaze pierced the Great Void, allowing him to see everything clearly. Standing amid the golden winds was a carefree young man in golden robes, embroidered with the celestial image of Venus traversing the heavens.
Wanjin? What has he come here for?
Though puzzled, Xu Xuan's expression remained unchanged as he silently circulated his cultivation and regulated his breathing. Over the years, his skill at playing dumb had risen to the very pinnacle of the world, almost on par with his swordsmanship. Knowing when to pretend he was being controlled and when to return to normal was a discipline in itself.
His sole consolation was that clear qi possessed abundant spirituality. Before dispelling any divine ability that affected his mind, it would convey the ability's effects to him, allowing him to guess the other party's intentions. Otherwise, he could never have kept up the deception.
According to Tiantuo, the ancient cultivators' art of Heavenly Hearing had been even more terrifying. Like divine beings surveying mountains and rivers, they could roam the world in spirit with a single thought. Soul searching, soul seizure, possession, and mind control-all could be performed at the Purple Mansion realm.
Now that Hearing the Nether had faded from sight, many methods targeting the soul had ceased to function. As for the art of Heavenly Hearing, he had no idea how it had declined. Still, it was a good thing for lower cultivators like them.
Observing the scene in the Great Void without betraying anything, Xu Xuan silently