With not the slightest confidence in his heart, he could only see how luck would play out. Seeing that he was already approaching the valley, Young Master Ma could not help slowing his flight.
Yet just then, a sudden change arose. A moment ago, the weather had clearly still been bright and clear; in the blink of an eye, for no reason at all, dark clouds blanketed the sky.
Streaks of silver lightning ripped across the firmament like sharp swords. Across the whole of Huangqi Mountain, over a range of several hundred li, the spiritual energy turned violent and chaotic.
Pouring rain came crashing down like a mountain flood!
Ma Tianming was startled and hurriedly summoned his Spirit Power Shield, staring in horror at this strange weather. His experience was still too shallow after all, and for a moment, he had no idea what was happening.
And this was only the beginning. The torrential rain continued for about fifteen minutes before the clouds withdrew and the rain ceased, but next, goose-feather snow began to drift down.
The Ma Family's main altar was only a little over a hundred li from this place, so their perception of it was naturally extremely direct.
The low-level cultivators looked at one another, their expressions full of shock and doubt. As for Old Man Ma, what he thought of went somewhat deeper.
What was with this abnormal sign of heaven and earth? Judging from the vortex of turbulent spiritual energy, it was in the valley where Senior Li cultivated in seclusion. Could it be that this man was actually cultivating some immensely powerful demonic art?
A trace of worry flashed across Old Man Ma's face. He had not thought of Nascent Soul Formation at all.
For one thing, what Lin Xuan cultivated was the