Fifty miles outside Cyan Mountain Village, in a temple.
The monk Xuán Qīngzǐ stood at the temple door, gazing into the distant horizon.
In that extremely remote place, scorching light exploded, terrifying auras radiating in all directions.
"Has it begun..."
Xuán Qīngzǐ murmured softly, showing no surprise in his expression.
He knew that disaster would befall Su Changqing and others on their journey.
But what he hadn't expected was the sheer peril of the disaster.
Even separated by a great distance, he could still sense that chilling aura.
"Even a Peak of Quasi-Emperor has made a move..."
Xuán Qīngzǐ frowned, uncertain whether Su Changqing and the others would return safely.
Yet just as he worried, from the depths of the distant firmament, a brilliant divine golden light pierced through the heavens.
"That is..."
His gaze fixed sharply, but before he could investigate further, a golden glow flashed across a bluestone near the temple door.
