The three were discussing the prospects of this secret art of devouring vital essence and blood when Meng Zhao abruptly fell silent and turned to look east.
Niu Dali and Yuan Bin were taken aback, unable to understand why Meng Zhao had suddenly stopped speaking when they had been chatting so pleasantly.
"Young Master, what is it?"
Meng Zhao pointed east and said to the two,
"In Martial Dao Cultivation, the lower path trains strength and techniques, while the higher path trains qi and refines the spirit. You two are both great experts of the Innate Realm, your cultivation profound and your senses keen.
Have you detected a grim, murderous aura rising from the east, surging vast and mighty, filling the heavens as it rushes straight toward us?"
His words left Niu Dali and Yuan Bin utterly baffled. In their eyes, the east—whether the rolling mountain ranges or the cotton-like clouds drifting overhead—was tranquil and peaceful, a splendid scene like a landscape painting. Where was this grim, murderous aura?
Seeing their confusion, Meng Zhao smiled faintly and continued,
"This grim aura takes the shape of a great banner flying in the wind. It is formed from the gathered killing intent of many people. Though they have deliberately concealed it and kept it contained, they do not know that once a thought is born, Heaven and Earth naturally respond. Your skills may be profound, but you have yet to penetrate the principles of Heaven, Earth, and man. Naturally, you can see nothing.
If you wish to attain greater achievements in the Martial Dao in the future, or aspire to the Martial Dao of a Grandmaster, you must put more effort into this aspect."
Meng Zhao was proficient in the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique. He had created this art through sudden enlightenment,