There was no earth-shattering explosion.
A layer of aura, restrained to the utmost extreme, suddenly spread around Qin He, unfolding soundlessly.
The ancient glazed bricks atop Glazed City's walls, carved a thousand years ago, were the first to crack with fine white lines. The drifting clouds above the city froze in an instant. The wind stopped, all sound died, and cultivators running through the streets stiffened where they stood, instinctively holding even their breath.
The spiritual lights atop the city's three ancient cultivation towers all went out. The Demonic Beasts lurking underground curled up in their nests, every joint in their bodies trembling.
The entire bustling colossal city fell into a suffocating dead silence in the blink of an eye.
Ordinary people could not sense the source of it. They only felt a crushing tightness in their chests and weakness in their legs, bowing their heads and bending their backs without realizing it.
Only the foremost cultivators stationed within the city turned deathly pale, their fingertips trembling as they looked toward the Teleportation Array platform in the city center—this was the emergence of a Saint, the innate intimidation belonging solely to beings of the Saint Realm, towering above the mortal world.
Qin He stood at the end of the bluestone avenue, his robes hanging loose yet fluttering without wind.
He raised his eyes. His voice was not loud, yet it pierced through layers of buildings and barriers, falling clearly into every corner of the Teleportation Array platform.
"Passing through your esteemed city, I seek nothing else. I merely wish to borrow the Teleportation Array."
After his words fell, silence reigned for a full three breaths.
Behind the platform, the wooden doors of four Saint pavilions that had been sealed for who knew how many years creaked open at once.
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