Chapter 1228: Xuanhuang Essence, Revived (2)
The vast hall appeared entirely empty except for one striking feature.
Suspended in the center of the chamber floated a crystalline sphere approximately one meter in diameter. Deep purple in hue, it was wrapped in tendrils of Xuanhuang qi. Its aura was subdued, yet the faint traces of energy that escaped confirmed that this purple orb was undoubtedly the source of the crushing pressure he had experienced earlier. It was incredibly mysterious.
I cannot perceive it? Wu Yuan’s mind shook with alarm. Though he could clearly see the sphere with his eyes, when he extended his Soul Force toward it, he detected absolutely nothing—as if scanning an empty void.
In battles between super powerhouses, physical sight meant little; combatants relied on detecting Dao fluctuations, distortions in spacetime, and emanations of soul power. For something to be visible yet imperceptible to his soul was profoundly disturbing.
What manner of object is this? As curiosity mingled with apprehension, Wu Yuan extended a thin tendril of soul power toward the purple sphere.
The moment contact was made, the sphere responded.
Hum~ A crystalline radiance burst from the sphere, followed by a suction force with such ferocity it resembled a starving predator. With a sound like tearing fabric, that strand of Wu Yuan's soul power was instantly consumed by the purple sphere before vanishing completely from existence.
What? A sharp pain lanced through Wu Yuan's ether body’s mind. He realized with horror that the portion of his soul energy hadn't merely been captured—it had been utterly annihilated.
His alarm deepened considerably.
"That's not how you approach the Xuanhuang Essence, little one." A deep voice resonated through the chamber—sonorous yet controlled, instilling an instinctive sense of trustworthiness.
Countless motes of silver light materialized from nothingness, coalescing beside the purple sphere into a figure draped entirely in silver robes. Subtle fluctuations surrounded the figure, making his features impossible to discern clearly. Wu Yuan felt only an overwhelming sense of danger emanating from the being—a threat that surpassed even a True Saint.
A Dao Zenithel? No. Wu Yuan wondered. Not a spirit either... His shock grew with each passing moment. He had encountered many supreme beings before, including several Dao Zenithels, and was familiar with the aura of Xuanhuang Dao Treasures. Yet none possessed an aura as peculiar as this silver-robed figure—vast as oceanic depths in one moment and ephemeral as dreams the next, constantly shifting yet unquestionably real in each manifestation.