It was like a strangely featured person mixed among tens of thousands. At a glance, of course, nothing would seem unusual. But when those tens of thousands became only ten people, that person's distinctiveness would stand out.
By the same reasoning, Meng Zhao's Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique had been a tremendous help. By observing the movements, density, and ebb and flow of qi, he discovered that on the eastern side of the mountaintop lay a place where life essence was exceptionally abundant—indeed, it could be called the source of all life essence on the entire peak.
Meng Zhao leaped into the air. He had dispersed the giant maw gathering in the heavens, perhaps teaching the hidden mastermind plotting against him a lesson. Now, it was time to claim some fortuitous opportunity and compensation.
Sometimes, one truly had to admire the wisdom of the ancients. Fortune and misfortune leaned upon one another; once a calamity was overcome, blessings naturally came knocking.
After reaching the mountaintop, Meng Zhao swept the area with his divine eyes. Though he could not see through the underground structure, he accurately located the source of the wood-aspect life essence. Reaching out, he struck with a fist. His fist force transformed into the shape of a dragon, crashing down in successive waves and smashing out a deep pit. Even Meng Zhao could not directly gauge its depth, but it was certainly more than thirty zhang. With remarkable precision, it revealed an object hidden deep below.
Meng Zhao crouched down and, by the light, looked across the distance into the black earth at an exceptionally conspicuous object. He froze.
"This... what is this? A piece of amber?"
The object that had stunned him was not large, merely the size of a human hand. It was irregularly shaped and translucent,