"Could it be... the Ancient Dao Body of legend at play?" Xue Mao murmured in a barely audible whisper.
He dared not confirm his suspicion, yet it was the only rational explanation for the seemingly impossible scene unfolding before his eyes.
Even in the Sheng Yun Divine Realm, where gods roamed and immortals flourished, only one in ten million could form a nine-layered lotus platform for their soul gate.
And this was just the beginning. The soul Xiao Ming would unlock upon reaching the Yin Soul Realm would undoubtedly attract heavenly tribulation.
The Heavenly Dao would never allow such an anomaly to exist without restriction. If left unchecked, Xiao Ming's growth would be unstoppable.
He cannot be a mere native of the Wu Shui Empire, Xue Mao speculated, his mind racing. His origins must be grander—perhaps from the Sheng Yun Divine Realm itself...
