But after seeing Yang Tian sit cross-legged, an inexplicable joy suddenly welled up in my heart. I immediately signaled to the others to return to the doorway and not disturb Yang Tian, while I knelt on the ground and observed intently.
I don't know how much time had passed.
When Xiong Bian mentioned the sound and sight again, he saw Yang Tian suddenly open his eyes, revealing a deep blackness.
"Yes!"
Yang Tian took a sip of cold air and clenched one hand into the air. Suddenly, there was a radiant convergence, which slowly formed a constantly shimmering silver thread in his palm.
Xiong Bian, upon seeing this startling sight, asked in amazement, "Mr. Yang, this... what is this?"
The silver thread could trace the Elemental Power's path to locate the origin of its flow—where the soul resided. After all, this power, given by God, was a blessing and not something to relinquish easily.
With that said, Yang Tian rose to his feet and gave a sweeping motion with his sleeve.
