A good while passed.
When the dark clouds in the sky had completely dispersed.
The surrounding area no longer held any unbearably oppressive atmosphere.
Even the many weaker people who had been rather uneasy because of what had just happened looked around, confirmed that nothing had actually occurred nearby—as though the pitch-black clouds had merely been Heaven playing a joke on them—then returned to their daily lives with puzzled expressions.
Only then did the old man's wildly pounding heart begin to slow again.
"Fuck—"
"Almost got myself into trouble—"
His voice was filled with terror.
As he muttered to himself.
He instinctively drew in a soft breath, as though trying to cool the boiling blood within his body.
The reason the old man had become one of the Northern Domain's most skilled experts in divination and prophecy—or rather, an unparalleled master without the "one of" qualifier—was very simple.
The Innate Divine Ability he possessed was a karmic Divine Ability!
Moreover, it was the type most adept at seeking fortune, avoiding disaster, and divining worldly affairs.
It was precisely because of this.
That the old man had smoothly cultivated his way to his current realm, always remaining beyond the reach of countless crises. He had never fallen into all sorts of messy troubles, allowing him to peacefully live as an exceptionally carefree Rogue Cultivator, playing through the world each day in utter delight. But at this moment.
His greatest feeling was that he had almost capsized just now, nearly ruining himself in his old age—
It felt like an ordinary person suddenly being electrocuted.
At the very instant his hand had been about to receive the memory crystal from Kang Canglan.
The Innate Divine Ability he possessed finally sensed that Torrent of Karma, which had clearly been inches away yet concealed