Ye Xiao turned his gaze in the direction of the void. Through the three holes, Ye Xiao could see the scene outside.
Layers of white clouds blanketed his vision, with mist and fog all around.
On a jade-white platform, an old man with a flowing white beard was dressed in ancient robes, sitting atop a purple-colored praying mat. He had a faint air of divinity around him. He seemed to be appearing near but in reality, he was very far away. He was almost triple the size of a normal human being. He was like a giant, slightly taller than the people of the Sky Ghost Race.
In Ye Xiao's vision, things were clear, but they seemed to be obscured by something. It seemed as though no one could see this old man clearly. There was nothing to rely on, no way to search for him.
Many men of the same or shorter height, but definitely taller than humans, in long robes sat below him. Their expressions were all solemn as they respectfully listened to the lecture.
