The vast hall appeared entirely empty except for one striking feature.0

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.0

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.0

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.0

What manner of object is this? As curiosity mingled with apprehension, Wu Yuan extended a thin tendril of soul power toward the purple sphere.0

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