The mountain peak split apart, and the dust it kicked up blotted out fully half the sky. If it had been an ordinary immortal cultivator, they would barely have been able to see a thing, but with Lin Xuan's divine sense, he naturally was not affected.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward the place where the mountain peak had just stood.
A clear phoenix cry rang in his ears.
At first, there was nothing extraordinary about the sound, but as time passed, it grew louder and louder. Yet it remained utterly pleasant to the ear, a phoenix crying through the Nine Heavens, shooting straight into the clouds.
The entire process lasted the time it took to drink a cup of tea. Then the phoenix cry stopped abruptly without the slightest warning, and a bright, beautiful startling rainbow took its place.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his gaze was immediately drawn over.
Ever since he had stepped onto the path of immortal cultivation, Lin Xuan had seen more escape lights than he could count, yet he had never seen one as splendid as the one before him.
It was a deep azure like the sea.
Then that escape light began to change. Countless arcs of lightning burst from its surface, shooting in every direction.
Wherever they passed, even the air froze over. Lin Xuan's pupils could not help shrinking slightly. What kind of secret art was this?
Water-attribute lightning?
Lin Xuan's heart stirred. He vaguely grasped something, yet he was still somewhat muddled.
Just then, neat, delicate cries reached his ears. "Congratulations, Martial Uncle! Felicitations, Martial Uncle! Martial Uncle's divine art has reached great completion. Heaven bless our Horizon Sea Pavilion."
Lin Xuan frowned and turned his head toward the sound. In the distance, he saw the women,