The howling gale raged. As the last syllable of the Spell fell, a speck of almost imperceptible spiritual light drifted out from the crown of Li Yan's head.
It was his yin soul.
In the state of yin soul, Li Yan's senses became preternaturally keen, yet his body felt as light as if it didn't exist.
Silently circulating the heart method of the North Emperor Mysterious Water Escape, his whole being seemed to dissolve into an invisible, intangible current of water, darting at high speed and easily passing through the broken bricks and twisted beams at the edge of the Monk Soldier Hall ruins, as well as the talismans of hidden alarms.
Inside the ruins, it was even more desolate and oppressive than he had imagined, permeated by a rancid stench of stale Sandalwood Incense mixed with corpse wax.
Using his Escape Skill to conceal himself, he stealthily crept forward.
Very soon, he saw the source of the formidable aura he had encountered earlier:
