An enormous cocoon, glowing with a soft white light, slowly rose from the depths of the clouds.
Outside, this Demon Soul Cocoon was formless, colorless, and intangible, difficult to detect, but within this formation space, its true form was fully revealed.
Its walls were covered in intricate, mysterious patterns, with soul power faintly flowing through them.
Filled with tremendous soul power, the immense cocoon hovered quietly above the sea of clouds, slowly revolving, as though a mysterious, ancient tower of the life soul had been erected above the boundless clouds.
Then, under the continued urging of Cui Jiuyang's spiritual power, the dense spiritual energy within the sea of clouds began to churn, gathering like a tide and surging toward the Demon Soul Cocoon.
The Demon Soul Cocoon began to breathe rhythmically, swelling and contracting.
When he saw that the spiritual energy in the sea of clouds had thinned to almost a mist, Cui Jiuyang's gaze sharpened. He pointed at the phantom white crane in the sky, sending out another ray of spiritual light that landed precisely on it, guiding it slowly down onto the enormous Demon Soul Cocoon.
Cui Jiuyang drew a deep breath and mustered his spiritual power, his voice echoing through the formation space. "Mister Danyang! I am Cui Jiuyang, great-grandson of Cui Chengshou!"
"I became friends with your disciple, He Feixu, in Taian Prefecture!"
"But to stop Xuanyuan, the Mount Tai Lord's younger brother, from destroying the world, He Feixu has already... has already sealed Xuanyuan Mountain once more, at the cost of his soul being scattered!"
His voice trembled slightly. "Of the White Crane Gentleman, only a single feather remains!"
"Today, I bring him home!"
"With such a disciple, White Crane Manor deserves to be celebrated for ten thousand generations!"
As he spoke, he pressed his