In the Underground Spiritual Vein.
The invisible waves from the Soul Gathering Stele continuously expanded, drawing in all the Divine Souls and Souls on the entire mountain peak. Only Divine Souls could sense these kinds of fluctuations; the living could not.
It was just like the frequencies emitted by certain creatures, which the human ear cannot hear.
"What is this kid doing?" The old man arrived underground and saw Cheng Zongyang sitting beside the Soul Gathering Stele. "This aura... it doesn't seem to belong to the Zhou Family."
Although the Soul Gathering Stele's presence attracted him, it wasn't yet strong enough to forcibly suck him into the stele.
But at that very moment, Cheng Zongyang's eyes snapped open, and he whipped his head around to look in the old man's direction.
'That Divine Soul's intensity... Golden Core!!'
