As soon as Yelin closed his eyes, he felt his soul enter a mysterious state. Every sound around him vanished without a trace, and he even felt as if his soul were being drawn out of his body by an invisible force. Then, time shifted, and he found himself attending a lecture held in the distant past.
Inside a great hall, most of the prayer mats were occupied by cultivators. They wore various styles of clothing, suggesting they belonged to different sects. Some exuded a violent, cold murderous aura; others looked elegant and righteous; some were incredibly ugly, while others were breathtakingly beautiful.
Yelin could vaguely perceive their cultivation levels. Surprisingly, the vast majority were Core Formation cultivators, while a small number possessed an aura as vast as the sea and power so profound it was unfathomable—they were likely in the Nascent Soul Realm.
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