In his daze, Qianye sensed the Attawa elder below saying something to him—it was something about listening carefully because the holy spirit’s voice was soft and difficult to catch.

According to the old man, channeling methods like this did not have a high success rate. It was likely that the medium would not hear the holy spirit’s voice.

Qianye’s consciousness flew higher and higher until the mountain peak below was just a tiny speck. It was quite surprising that the sacrificial wine possessed such an effect.

Things grew clearer by the time his consciousness was close to the clouds. It was there that Qianye saw a figure in front of him.

It was a handsome young man with a somewhat malicious expression. His long hair hung down over his shoulders like a black waterfall. His complexion was as pale as pottery and almost translucent. There was a blue pattern between his brows, and his eyes gave off an inexplicable glow; it was almost as though the world would grow brighter wherever he cast his gaze.

Clad in long black robes, the...