The purer the Innate Divine Light, the more profound the power becomes. In the presence of this ball of Innate Divine Light, even Jiang Chen feels the illusion of being seen through.
As if illuminated by this light, all the dark thoughts in his heart are laid bare, naked under the sunlight.
"Pure divine light, can it discern good from evil?"
Jiang Chen has a realization, this is what those with great knowledge are like; just a glance, and they know whether the person before them is good or bad.
"Why would you choose to linger in the mortal realm instead of going to the Heavenly Realm?" Jiang Chen asked, curious.
Inside the Innate Divine Light was an old man with an aged face, full of wrinkles, and his hair was gray but meticulously arranged, tied up with a high ancient crown.
"I am held back by obsessions, unwilling to leave," the old man replied in a trance.