The crowd gasped in shock, shivering as they watched the scene unfold.

Ye Qing stood proudly, her spine's Innate Spiritual Root glowing like white jade, exuding a luster that made her appear even more pure and ethereal.

Cold and aloof like a celestial being.

Her hands intertwined, channeling the Mystic Art, creating an immense pressure that sealed off the space around her.