At the sound, Qing Chen looked in the direction it had come from.
On a magnetic rock platform a hundred and fifty zhang away, a gray-robed figure stood quietly.
The figure did not look particularly tall or burly, yet stood as steadily as an ancient pine rooted in the earth for a thousand years.
The geomagnetic magnetic sand mist swirling around him was forcibly swept aside by a wall of air whenever it came within nine feet of him;
even the silvery-white magnetic threads could not get anywhere near his body.
Qing Chen inwardly stiffened, quickened his pace, and took a few more steps closer.
Only when he drew nearer did he see clearly that the newcomer was a monk.
The monk wore a Plain Monk Hat with its brim pulled slightly low, revealing only a full, smooth forehead covered in fine, pale-gold markings.
His skin was bronze, and a string of jet-black prayer beads hung around his neck, each bead the size of a fist.
What startled Qing Chen most was the aura of the monk's fleshly body, which was unmistakably at the Vajra Realm peak;
a single glance left him feeling as though needles were pricking his back, uncomfortable all over.
"Your eyes are keen as torches, Master. I am indeed Qing Chen."
Qing Chen hurriedly stopped. With a twitch of his fingertips, the true essence he had only recently recovered began circulating silently within him, ready at any moment to deal with whatever might happen.
The monk before him had a terrifying aura. The pressure radiating from his fleshly body was considerably more terrifying than Qing Chen's own even when enhanced by the Devil Aspect Spell.
After all, even with the Devil Aspect Spell's enhancement, Qing Chen himself possessed only fleshly strength at minor achievement in the