Awakening of Insects Festival,
All things emerged from thunder.
Thunder was lightning, hence the name Awakening of Insects.
The great tremor in the distant sky made Wu Rong, who had been returning to his small garden cave dwelling, stop in his tracks.
Above the clouds.
His expression darkened at once.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked toward Feather Mountain in the distant sky, towering into the clouds like a pillar holding up the heavens. It was where the spiritual veins of these four directions began, and the only supreme-grade spiritual vein across billions of territories.
"Could I have been exposed?" Wu Rong sent his thoughts into the banner.
"No."
The hoarse yet ethereal voice drifted back. It was not pleasant to hear, yet it brought peace.
As though even a heaven-collapsing calamity were no more than a spring breeze brushing past.
Tu Shan Jun's voice was exceptionally calm. "If you had been exposed, you would have been discovered the moment you first arrived at Flying Immortal Mountain."
Amid the swirling reflection of profound breath, the tall shadow of a demonic god appeared beside Wu Rong, like his own shadow.
The demonic god shadow formed a hand seal.
He could see nothing amiss. If there had been a single issue, it was perhaps that Wu Rong was too thoroughly concealed; no one could see through him.
Naturally, that was because the divine weapon had helped hide him.
Tu Shan Jun believed that no one would detect the Great Dao's profound breath descending from the Soul Banner. He had always hidden himself well.
Gazing toward Feather Mountain in the distant sky, the demonic god shadow narrowed his eyes slightly.
After all, that was a Lord of the Great Dao. It was different from the time of the tribulation.
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