Atop the snow mountain, Lin Changqing used a Greater Divine Ability to set up two great arrays, consuming countless resources. Yet he did not feel the slightest heartache. So long as he could obtain the Primordial Aurora, such trifling resources were nothing.
Once everything was ready, he sat cross-legged atop the mountain peak and waited calmly for the right moment.
Time flew like a shuttle, never resting day or night.
What Lin Changqing had not expected was that his wait would last a full three months.
Over those three months, he never once descended the snow mountain, nor had he even moved. He had remained in meditation, regulating his breath and comprehending all manner of divine abilities. Of course, his stillness did not mean he was unconcerned with the outside world. In truth, his Spiritual Power had continuously radiated outward, blanketing an entire stretch of snowy land.
Under the watch of his Spiritual Power, no rustle of wind or blade of grass within this region could escape his sight. Thus, he knew every movement throughout the snowfield like the back of his hand.
In just three months, the number of people arriving in the snowfield had increased more than tenfold. There were already over a hundred Great Saint-level experts among them, and even existences at the Great Saint Peak had appeared. This showed just how fierce the competition for the Primordial Aurora was.
As for whether any Ancient Saint Great Powers had come, Lin Changqing did not know. The strength of beings at that level was unfathomable; even if they truly arrived, he would be unable to detect them.
As more and more people arrived, Lin Changqing knew very well that the Primordial Aurora was surely about to emerge. Otherwise, those Great Saint experts would not have gathered here in