Half-Step Void Transformation

After spending an extensive three years immersed in cultivating the Voidshade Symphony , Liang finally emerged from his serene and tranquil state. As his consciousness returned to the external world, he became aware of someone casually approaching him. With a slow and deliberate movement, he opened his eyes and caught the figure of Yang Wu, Who had been diligently nursing his own injuries within the confines of the cave.

"For you to disturb my meditation, I can only assume that you have important news,"

Yang Wu's laughter cascaded through the air like a cascade of tinkling bells. "Indeed, I do "

Intrigued by his disciple's words, Liang's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Do tell," he prodded.

With a swift motion, Yang Wu delved his hand into his pocket, retrieving a small, exquisite jade slip. His fingertips lightly brushed against the jade slip before he extended his hand towards Liang , offering him the jade slip that held the key to their conversation.

In a graceful gesture, Liang accepted the offering, holding the jade slip delicately between his fingertips. As he made contact with its smooth surface, he instinctively extended his void sense into it.

Time seemed to stand still as Liang immersed himself in the jade slip, his expression changed from time to time. Slowly, realization dawned upon him, like the rays of the morning sun illuminating the vast horizon. A mixture of confusion and astonishment blossomed within him.

"The monk's cultivation... It is undeniable that it has reached half-step Void Transformation Realm," he uttered, his voice heavy. However, an even more astonishing revelation unfolded before his very eyes. "Even so, The radiance emanating from that star alone possessed the power to subdue the monk and the Buddha statue's oppressive aura."

Yang Wu shook his head in silent acknowledgement, a lightness pervading his laughter. "Ah, You had to be present to fathom the true magnitude of the moment. My instincts told me that if I stayed even a moment longer, I would die."

Liang took a deep breath, a look of confusion and bewilderment evident in his eyes. "That's strange," he muttered, his voice wavering slightly. "There shouldn't be anyone with such immense power , Unfortunately, there seems to be no additional information available to make sense of it."

Yang Wu's smile curved into a wider grin "That may not necessarily be true."

Leaving the cave behind, the two of them ventured towards the desolate land. Yang Wu led the way, heading towards the spot he had previously concealed himself in. After scanning the area, his gaze settled on a cluster of suspicious rocks. he extended his hand and picked up a small rock from the ground. Infusing it with his qi, the rock gradually emitted a mesmerizing dark green glow, before transforming into a beautifully crafted jade stone.

Before his swift departure, he carefully concealed this jade stone in this very spot, intending to preserve a record of everything that would occur.

With a deep breath, Yang Wu placed the newly formed jade stone near his glabella and closed his eyes in deep concentration. Time seemed to stretch as he delved into the content of the jade stone.

After what felt like an eternity, Yang Wu's eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing a profound horror lurking within their depths. Even his usually composed face turned slightly pale as if he had stumbled upon something deeply unsettling.

Gazing upon Yang Wu's worn and disheveled appearance, Liang's heart sank. With a deep sigh escaping his lips, he gently reached out and delicately retrieved the jade stone from Yang Wu's grasp. He then extended his void sense into the jade, delving deep into its core. Within moments, a rush of memories flooded his mind, each vividly replaying the events that unfolded after Yang Wu's departure.

Images flickered like fragments of a dream, each scene radiating with its own unique atmosphere. he felt himself transported back to the moment when Yang Wu turned his back, disappearing into the distance.

The scenes cascaded one after another, like a whirlwind of emotions. Liang could almost taste the sting of sorrow, mingled with a flicker of hope that danced timidly in the depths of Bai Shaun and Mi Ling's eyes upon seeing the figure that appeared amidst the straight.

As Liang's consciousness delved more into the jade's content, his countenance underwent a mesmerizing transformation. The initial calm that had settled upon his features began to give way to a flurry of emotions, each one leaving its mark on his expressive face.

His brows furrowed with concentration, His eyes, normally serene and observant, now widened with surprise, as if catching a glimpse of something unexpected.

"To think that the Alliance possess such a power!" Liang exclaimed, a mixture of astonishment and intrigue resonating in his voice.

As Liang's words filled the air, Yang Wu couldn't help but let out a muttered curse under his breath. "Crazy old man."