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Upon entering the room, Ye Xingchen gestured for Ye Tian to sit by the bed. His expression was grave, and his eyes were slightly closed as his spiritual energy surged forth like a tidal wave, slowly flowing into the necklace that hung around Ye Tian's neck.
Ye Tian felt the powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy and, though he was puzzled, he dared not disturb him. He sat quietly, allowing Ye Xingchen to proceed with his actions. Time seemed to freeze at that moment, with only the subtle sound of Ye Xingchen's spiritual energy resonating in the room. After a long while, Ye Xingchen finally withdrew his energy. His face appeared slightly pale, yet his eyes sparkled with a sharp intensity. He spoke in a deep voice, "Aren't you coming out?"
Startled by the question, Ye Tian cautiously asked, "Ancestor Ye, who are you speaking to?" He fixed his gaze on Ye Xingchen, trying to glean answers from his expression.
However, Ye Xingchen did not respond directly. Instead, he turned his attention to the necklace. Noticing that there was still no movement from it, he slowly began to speak again, his voice carrying an undeniable authority: "The reason for your cultivation regression lies within this necklace."
Ye Tian was taken aback by these words. He looked down at the necklace on his chest, disbelief filling his eyes. "The necklace? I found it during my travels in a ruin. I thought it was extraordinary and decided to wear it. I never imagined it could be the source of my troubles."
Ye Xingchen nodded solemnly, his expression growing even more serious. "Rather than saying there is a problem with the necklace itself, it's more accurate to say that there is someone sealed within it. This necklace contains a powerful soul that has been secretly siphoning your cultivation to nourish itself."
A chill crept into Ye Tian's heart upon hearing this revelation. He had never suspected that the necklace he wore so closely harbored such a terrifying secret. He looked at Ye Xingchen with pleading eyes and asked, "Ancestor Ye, what should I do?"
After a moment of silence, Ye Xingchen replied slowly, "Resolving this issue isn't difficult; you just need to awaken this Remnant Soul so that it stops absorbing your spiritual energy."
"How exactly do I do that?" Ye Tian asked anxiously. Yet Ye Xingchen remained silent for a moment as he stared intently at the necklace in his hand, his gaze filled with unwavering determination.
"If you don't come out soon, I will destroy this necklace!" His voice was low and powerful, as if every word carried the weight of mountains.
As those words fell from his lips, spiritual energy surged violently from Ye Xingchen's hands like a river breaking through its dam—unstoppable and overwhelming. The immense energy gathered in his palms seemed poised to unleash a cataclysmic storm at any moment.
Just as tension reached its peak, a voice suddenly rang out like an ethereal orchid in a secluded valley—a clear and melodious voice tinged with an almost imperceptible hint of panic. "How did you discover me?"
Ye Xingchen's lips curled into a faint smile that held both pride and confidence. "I have my ways." His tone was calm yet resolute, as if everything was under control. "I also know your name is Su Yanran from Burning Incense Valley and that you are Elder Three."
At these words, the air seemed to freeze in place. The soul known as Su Yanran felt her pupils constrict sharply as disbelief washed over her face. "How do you know my identity?" Her voice trembled slightly, clearly shaken by Ye Xingchen's revelation.
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