The True Immortal Tribulation Corpse's shifting eyes fixed straight on Bai Yi. An indescribable strand of Divine Sense pierced his entire body, as though seeking to see through every last one of his secrets.
Hum! Hum!
Deep within Bai Yi's sea of consciousness, the Dao-Deriving Mirror trembled gently, releasing wisps of mirror light that firmly protected the root of his Divine Soul from the intrusion and pressure of the True Immortal Tribulation Corpse's Divine Sense.
After all, for a Nascent Soul Cultivator, the gulf between their cultivation levels was truly like the distance between clouds and mud.
Even an insignificant strand of the True Immortal Tribulation Corpse's Divine Sense undoubtedly carried enough terrifying might to annihilate a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Divine Sense.
"You cultivate three Daos together, yet can restrain them within your body so naturally.
"Not only that, but in a mere sixty-odd years of life, you have comprehended the Sword Dao to the Fourth Realm while cultivating all three.
"Good, very good. Such aptitude already rivals that of many immortals' descendants.
"But what intrigues me more is that a mere Nascent Soul Cultivator like you can withstand the pressure of my Divine Sense without the slightest disturbance to your Divine Soul."
The True Immortal Tribulation Corpse's deep, hoarse voice suddenly sounded beside Bai Yi's ear.
Bai Yi's pupils contracted. The True Immortal Tribulation Corpse, who had been far in the distance, appeared before him in an instant.
A shriveled hand slowly reached straight toward his forehead.
"A Companion Spirit Treasure? Or some Divine Soul Dharma Treasure that even I cannot sense?"
The True Immortal Tribulation Corpse muttered to himself, his tone carrying a trace of curiosity that seemed to belong to another lifetime.
To him, Bai Yi's aptitude was merely ordinary. What intrigued him was how such an