It was similarly a dark palace without any lights lit, within it similarly heavy curtains that weren’t used to hide human figures, but rather to isolate the vital energy of heaven and earth.

The instant Di Choufei’s figure approached this palace front entrance, a withered aged palm suddenly pushed open the golden main entrance. Powerful soul force that had been polished for who knew how many years condensed into a fist, smashing towards Di Choufei.

When the soul force gathered around this fist, it condensed into a crystal-like substance, releasing a paper ripping sound.

Just this sound alone made this seemingly calm and gentle fist seem exceptionally fierce and domineering.

Di Choufei’s pupils contracted slightly.

The power of this strength was about the same as the strength he could display, but the speed at which the soul force erupted from the body and the speed at which he displayed this fist was clearly far above him.

This meant that there was only one possibility; the one who released this fist was previously a Sacred Expert level cultivator, but because of some reason, he fell out of that level, his soul force declining to a level no different from his current...