In an instant.
As Flame Dragon activated the Seven-Aperture Brahma Gold Key, something unseen seemed to stir the vast Buddhist Sect fortune enveloping the Great Lingyin Temple, setting it in motion.
The change was exceedingly slight, but against the immense scale of the Great Lingyin Temple's fortune, it still raised an astonishing tide. For an instant, the sky above the temple changed. Dark clouds gathered overhead, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled over a place that had known clear, windless skies for years.
A thunderclap rang out, and the clouds vanished. The sky returned to normal, but that fleeting change had already put the temple's Bodhisattvas and Arhats on alert.
Bodhisattva Mingji, Bodhisattva Lingshu, and Lingchen Arhat manifested their Dharma Images and rose into the air almost at once. The three Pure Yang cultivators of the Buddhist Sect surveyed their surroundings with grave expressions, yet saw nothing amiss.
Bodhisattva Mingji frowned slightly. Turning a string of prayer beads in his hand, he extended his divine sense across the Great Lingyin Temple, probing every corner. "What happened?!"
Lingchen Arhat shook his head. The Buddha Pestle in his hand shone with an undying dark-gold Buddhist light. A towering phantom of the pestle seemed to pin down the disturbance within the temple. "I'm not sure. I suddenly had a premonition of some earth-shaking change, so I brought out the Buddha Pestle to suppress whatever might be stirring."
Bodhisattva Lingshu made calculations with a hand hidden in her sleeve. At times her eyes flashed with light; at others, they showed a fierce glint. "Thunder just crossed skies that have not changed in three thousand years. I also sensed a shift in my own fortune. This is no good omen. Something we know nothing about must have happened inside the temple, prompting our fortune to warn