Chapter 231: First Floor

As the azure light faded, Lin Yuan's deep purple eyes meticulously assessed the entity standing fifty paces away.

It was a female cultivator. She was impossibly beautiful, her features sculpted with the flawless perfection of ancient deity statues. She wore flowing, elegant battle robes of pale azure silk that seemed to drift in an invisible wind. Her skin was as pale as moonlight, entirely unmarred by scars or the wear of a mortal life.

But her eyes shattered the illusion of humanity.

Her eyes were pitch black. There were no whites, no irises, no pupils—just two bottomless pools of dark, swirling void energy. They emitted a chilling, profoundly mindless aura, the distinct signature of a simulated soul rather than a living, breathing consciousness.

Yet, as she raised her hand and a long, wicked whip forged from crackling, liquid-blue spiritual energy materialized in her grasp, Lin Yuan instantly recognized that she was anything but mindless in combat.