But from the surprise in the other man's eyes, Li Yan saw no killing intent, greed, or any other negative emotion. He was certain that what he had seen in that instant had not been false.
Afterward, Li Yan vaguely said that while traveling through the void, he had accidentally been swept into a black hole. When he tried to escape, he had exhausted his strength and fallen unconscious.
Only then did the surprise on Banjiang's face deepen. After the two cautiously exchanged a few words in the ancient tongue, Li Yan finally confirmed that he had ascended to the Immortal-Spirit Realm.
At that time, Li Yan had remained silent for a long while, his brows constantly furrowed. That expression of his also greatly surprised Banjiang.
He had heard that many cultivators from the lower realms would brave nine deaths and one life to pass through the turbulent space in pursuit of ascension, and once they arrived, every one of them would be beside themselves with excitement.
Yet the man before him looked as though he had not wanted to ascend at all, as if he truly had ascended by accident. But should that not have been the greatest cause for celebration? It was completely different from everything he had heard.
Although the other party had saved him, Li Yan, amid his silence, still instinctively examined his body. For several reasons, he did not speak again for the moment.
His Divine Sense had been severely damaged, but he could vaguely sense that the other party's cultivation was likely not at the Nascent Soul Realm.
The reason his brows were furrowed was that when he mobilized the tiny remnant of Divine Sense he had left, the excruciating pain in his sea of consciousness forced him to do so. He merely had