A sudden cluster of radiant light appeared among the crowd, and a holy aura spread with it. The cultivators gathered around were bathed in the glow, as if their entire bodies were shrouded in a layer of brilliant radiance. Each of them looked incomparably sacred.
Amid the gathered crowd, a dazzling Neon Light shimmered brightly, like a blooming lotus scattering seven-colored rays in all directions, illuminating heaven and earth.
Qin Fengming's heart jolted. He swiftly narrowed his eyes and looked over.
Yet when he focused his attention on the place where the cultivators had gathered, the bright radiance that had just appeared before him had already vanished, as if it had never appeared at all.
Qin Fengming's heart pounded. He did not believe his eyes had deceived him just now. He was certain that a radiance had indeed flashed among that group of cultivators, only to vanish in an instant.
The down-and-out old man remained seated cross-legged amid the crowd, his eyes closed and his hands forming incantation gestures as he performed his calculations.
"The method to resolve the disaster you seek lies with the middle-aged senior who has stopped ten zhang away." The old man did not open his eyes. He merely raised his right hand and abruptly pointed in one direction.
Everyone hurriedly moved aside and turned to look where the old man was pointing.
Directly ahead of the old man's finger, Qin Fengming happened to be standing there, looking toward the crowd.
Qin Fengming had naturally heard the old man's words. When he saw the old man pointing at him, his heart stirred slightly. He looked at the old man with a flashing gaze, evidently intrigued.
"Senior, please save my life!" Following the old man's words, a young cultivator suddenly leaped out and rushed before Qin Fengming.