The mysterious white-robed figure's eyes were filled with hatred.
But suddenly, a flash of brilliant light surged from behind him, pulling all his thoughts back to reality.
That radiance eclipsed the formation, illuminating the entire grand hall in a blaze of brilliance.
He turned to look, and the light was emanating from Baili Zilin's fractured soul.
"Master, as expected of you — it's working."
Jimo Qianzhou's eyes lit up with joy.
Because Baili Zilin's fractured soul, under the pull of the light, had begun to restore itself, he naturally assumed it was due to the power within the white-robed figure's bottle.
But Jimo Qianzhou did not notice that at this moment, the mysterious white-robed figure's eyes were filled with astonishment.
The white-robed figure stepped closer for a careful inspection, then produced a compass and a talisman.
Both the talisman and the compass emanated an ancient aura.
The runes on the talisman were exceedingly complex.
And around the compass were seven Spirit Realms, and above each Spirit Realm, nine tiers of symbols resembling staircases.
The mysterious white-robed figure crushed the talisman, transforming it into power that merged into the compass.
The compass began to devour the light, and after consuming but a single strand, it blazed with overwhelming brilliance. The compass needle then spun and came to a stop pointing toward the Immortal Spirit Realm.
Immediately after, the staircase-like symbols of the Immortal Spirit Realm lit up one after another, from bottom to top.
In the end, all nine tiers were illuminated, and a strange halo of light materialized around the compass.
Though small in area, the aura it projected was oppressively imposing, like a celestial phenomenon.
"Hsss—"
Even though the mysterious white-robed figure was wrapped up tightly, the sound of his sharp intake of breath was clearly audible.
"Master, what is this?" Jimo Qianzhou asked.
Baili Zilin's pain had clearly subsided by now. Though his teeth were still clenched, he was no longer howling, and he too looked with curiosity at the compass in the white-robed figure's hand.
"Young Master Zilin's attainment in the art of formations is nothing short of breathtaking."
"This time, he has turned misfortune into blessing."
The mysterious white-robed figure said.
"What do you mean?"
Upon hearing this, not only Jimo Qianzhou, but even Baili Zilin himself hurriedly asked.
"Young Master Zilin must have once displayed extreme talent in the art of formations, correct?" the mysterious white-robed figure asked.
"Young Master Zilin is indeed very talented in formations, but Lord Baili had him focus solely on martial cultivation, so he never delved too deeply into formation arts," Jimo Qianzhou replied.
"Foolish — such talent, and yet it was abandoned?"
"Had he devoted himself to formations, Young Master Zilin's formation bloodline would have awakened long ago."
The white-robed figure's tone was filled with both anger and regret.
"Master, the fortune from this misfortune — does it concern my formation bloodline?"
Baili Zilin's attitude toward the figure had become respectful once more.
"Yes. Young Master Zilin, that vixen spirit was formidable, but she also allowed you to turn disaster into fortune."
"With the assistance of my medicinal power, your bloodline was awakened at the point of utter desperation."
"And Young Master Zilin's formation bloodline is exceedingly rare in this world — it is the legendary Supreme of the Immortal Realm."
"The Supreme of the Immortal Realm — could that be the strongest bloodline in the Immortal Spirit Realm?" Jimo Qianzhou asked.
"Yes, it is the most powerful formation bloodline of the Immortal Spirit Realm."
"According to ancient records, the Supreme of the Immortal Realm bloodline is in no way inferior to the King's Bloodline."
"In the ancient era, there was a Spirit World Master who, wielding this Supreme of the Immortal Realm bloodline, could summon hundreds of millions of powerful spirits from the Immortal Spirit Realm — a single individual capable of rivaling an entire great sect."
"Even in the ancient era, such a person could command the winds and rains."
The mysterious white-robed figure said.
"Young Master Zilin's formation bloodline is truly that powerful?" Jimo Qianzhou's face was also alight with wild ecstasy.