The presence drifted closer, intrigue deepening.
"And here I believed Soul Cultivation unsuitable for my sect. Other than a few juniors who failed to leave behind legacies, I thought the path had ended."
It circled the lotus from afar, observing the way the soul sea subtly responded to its presence. The waves bent inward protectively, as if guarding their core.
"This is no crude soul art," the presence murmured. "This is refined, structured and purposeful. Finding a Soul Cultivation Technique of this level in my world... Impossible." He knew.
It moved closer.
Eighty meters.
The lotus remained closed.
Fifty meters.
The air, if such a thing could be said to exist here, grew heavy.
One hundred meters.
That was as far as it got.
SCREECH!
The sound tore through the soul space like a blade.
It was not loud in the conventional sense, but it carried force. Raw, piercing, and absolute. The ancient presence halted mid-motion, its condensed form trembling for the briefest instant.
