The group pressed on without stopping, and soon arrived at the core area of the Land of Trial.
The Soul Nourishing Pool before their eyes was even more spectacular than they had imagined—
The pool, a hundred yards in diameter, shimmered with a starlit blue radiance, as if the entire sky had been captured within.
Yet at this moment, the poolside had long since been occupied by a group from the Ghost Race.
The closer one drew to the water, the more significant the effect on Spiritual Power became, but what also followed was an ever-stronger assault of illusions.
Only by holding fast to one's core self amid the Illusion Realm could the true forging of spirit begin.
Sensing the presence of outsiders, the seated ghosts slowly opened their eyes.
At their head, the Ghost Race's prodigy—Cang, swept his gaze across them, frowning slightly.
But he quickly understood—those two Ghost Race guards blocking the road must have already been defeated.
