The Space Spiritist

A statue-like human silhouette!

A streak of cyan light swept through the black mist. In that instant, Xiao Chen flew backward, narrowly evading the dangerous strike. Every muscle in his body tensed; pure energy blazed from his fingertips, the brilliant glow making his palms nearly translucent. He was already braced for battle.

The black mist churned. The fossil-like figure slowly turned. What had seemed a lifeless body now gradually pulsed with the vibrancy of life. It was a young man in his twenties, tall and slender, his face pale—as if he saw little sunlight—with an almost sickly air.

“Who are you?” Xiao Chen demanded.

“And who are you?” the sickly youth countered.

Xiao Chen steadied himself. This tall, somewhat frail-looking youth was undoubtedly human. He had likely been cultivating in a special way that slowed his life-force, making him seem devoid of vitality.

“Xiao Chen,” he announced, then studied the youth before him. “Why did you attack me?” From the other’s attire, Xiao Chen could tell he was a young expert also trapped on Dragon Island—someone who had reached the island’s depths before him and deliberately chosen this place to train.

“Hmph.”

The sickly youth gave a cold snort. Like a phantom, he drifted lightly out of the black mist, and a cyan glow suddenly radiated from his entire body. In that instant, Xiao Chen felt the world spin—time and space seemed to twist into chaos!

But Xiao Chen had long prepared for combat. His heart was not thrown into disarray. Like a divine hawk soaring above an abyss, even in peril, his body swiftly regained balance.

The scene before him had completely transformed. Xiao Chen found himself in an unknown space, surrounded by hazy cyan light—like a primordial chaos realm.

This was a strange space of about a hundred square meters. There was no blue sky, no white clouds, no solid earth beneath his feet. Everything was veiled in indistinct radiance; even the ground shimmered with cyan light.

The sickly youth stood before him, calm and composed. This was no illusion—it was a real space.

Xiao Chen’s heart pounded with shock. The moment he was trapped, he raised his right hand high. His entire arm flowed with light; the flesh turned translucent, the bones and blood vessels clearly visible. The immense power coursing through his arm seemed almost tangible. Then divine light exploded, and his arm sliced downward in a fierce chop, a blinding radiance crashing violently against one side of the sealed space.

The terrible strike slammed into the cyan light-wall of the sealed space, shaking it violently. Cracks spread across the wall, but they mended almost immediately.

Both Xiao Chen and the sickly youth nearly stumbled to the ground.

“Strong,” the sickly youth said. “Among the younger generation, you are a master.”

“Who exactly are you? Why are you trapping me?” Xiao Chen asked. He had already tested the space; it seemed extremely difficult to break. He no longer rushed to attack, deciding to demand an explanation first.

“Liu Mu—a Space Spiritist.” After giving his name, the sickly youth continued, “Lately, new faces have been appearing near the divine stele, disturbing my cultivation. Some people shouldn’t be here.”

Xiao Chen gathered from his words that others had already entered the depths of Dragon Island, and some frequented this area. It seemed Liu Mu hadn’t heard of Xiao Chen before—he had clearly come to the island’s interior much earlier and knew nothing of the events on the outer fringes.

“I don’t want to fight without reason,” Xiao Chen said coldly.

“That may not be up to you. Defeat me, and you can leave. Otherwise, I’ll personally escort you out of the Bone Sea.” Liu Mu’s tone was calm; despite his sickly appearance, he radiated undeniable strength. But it was clear he bore no killing intent—he merely seemed unwilling to let too many people disturb his cultivation.

“Fine. Let me see just how strong you are.” Xiao Chen spoke no more words. Some things could only be settled through action.

With a flash of light, Liu Mu emitted a cyan glow, and the sealed space blazed with radiance. Xiao Chen felt as if he were imprisoned—hazy light flooded over him like a tide, freezing him in place. An immense crushing pressure choked him.

Spiritists were truly terrifying; their special abilities were innate. Liu Mu’s natural power was clearly the mastery of space. Xiao Chen realized this was a formidable opponent.

If anyone else knew there was a Space Spiritist here, they would be utterly shocked. Such individuals were the most dangerous—they were the kings of their generation, wielding an incomparable innate advantage. If they controlled a space well, they held the enemy’s very life and death in their hands. Everyone exists within space; if an enemy was trapped in a spiritist’s domain, that spiritist already stood on invincible ground.

Space Spiritists were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Legend said that when they cultivated to a certain level, the space they controlled would expand—from a few meters to hundreds of meters… At a high enough realm, they could directly touch the divine.

Liu Mu’s controlled space covered only about a hundred square meters. Though limited in scope, within it he held absolute authority.

Xiao Chen’s body was locked by spatial power. Despite his formidable physical strength, the terrifying force now pressed down on him, making his bones groan. The power of space wrenched at his flesh.

“Give up, and I’ll send you out of the Bone Sea,” Liu Mu said calmly.

“Hmph!” Xiao Chen snorted. Divine flames leaped all over his body, making him shine like a blazing sun. His tall, stalwart frame radiated endless divine light. Though he had been inside this space only a short time, Xiao Chen felt this was his hardest battle yet. He strained with all his might to resist the tearing spatial force.

His flesh seemed to become divine, blazing with blinding light. He pushed his mystic art to its utmost limit, the divine radiance shooting forth like sacred fire.

Liu Mu’s face changed. His already pallid complexion grew even whiter; sweat beaded on his forehead. Controlling this space to imprison an expert like Xiao Chen required immense spiritual energy, and at this moment he felt an extraordinary strain.

Just then, Xiao Chen began to move, with great difficulty. He staggered forward, step by step, toward Liu Mu—as if carrying a mountain on his back. Each step shook the space violently. Xiao Chen swayed unsteadily, his bones creaking, his body on the verge of shattering at any moment.