The Source Tower, its layers unknown.
This soul sea, a boundless mist.
A gaunt figure, trapped in these layers of misty sea.
"Mr. Yan, I've come again."
A low voice echoed from the other side of the mist sea, shortly after, a tall figure in a white robe walked slowly towards "Mr. Yan" and squatted in front of him.
"Lord Yun Hu..."
Mr. Yan did not raise his head, he kept his head lowered, his eyes focused, and responded with a light laugh.
It seemed he had long known Yun Hu would come.
All four Divine Envoys have the authority to visit him alone.
However, even for them, the chance to visit the "Prophet" alone is very precious, each meeting requires consuming significant "merit."
"I want to divine once more... about this person."
Yun Hu raised his hand and waved.
At his fingertips, gentle spiritual power formed into shape in the mist sea.
A clear, handsome young face slowly emerged.
