But this Power was quickly suppressed by the old man, who then sat cross-legged to begin Refining the Elixir.
Meanwhile, Cheng Zongyang's Divine Soul streaked like a ray of light across the endless void, swiftly returning to the Reincarnation Space of the Hall of Ten Thousand Races.
His Divine Soul, resembling a wisp of ethereal smoke, gradually condensed into a distinct form. Slowly opening his eyes, a trace of bewilderment and confusion lingered in his gaze as he took in the bizarre surroundings.
Runes radiating a strange light were scattered across the area like twinkling stars in the night sky. Streams of Energy meandered through the void like lively brooks, weaving together into a mysterious, dreamlike tapestry.
His brows furrowed slightly. His mind was brimming with questions, completely unaware of where he was. However, this disorientation did not last long. Soon, his attention was drawn to a figure.
