"Yellow Millet Dream."
At the edge of Yacheng, Tong Ting had already fallen into a daze.
He could hardly believe the news he had heard from his own father.
"No, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Tong Ting was utterly confused. "Myriad Transformation Paradise? Didn't it collapse long ago? Huaxu is dead."
"I said that Myriad Transformation Paradise disappeared, yes. But when did I ever say that Hua Xu Jun was dead?"
The old man retorted without raising his head. He held a teacup in one hand, taking sips of a classic espresso, while his eyes rested on the ground. The scattered yarrow stalks lay intertwined, revealing chaotic hexagrams that shifted unpredictably in the breeze.
The Aether Path was all about watching and observing. Everyone possessed some measure of curiosity; the difference lay only in the sophistication of their methods and the strength of their nerve.
At the level of Celestials, observing the whole world without stepping outside was hardly anything unusual.
Struck by sudden inspiration, Tong Yuan had continued tracing and observing the Dream Loss Syndrome incident. He simply had not acted directly, out of caution.
This yarrow divination was like watching a fire from across the river. He was merely passively listening for news, without actively seeking anything.
He had thought that even if he could not see clearly, simply watching the commotion would be enough.
Yet in a moment of carelessness... he witnessed the monstrous waves stirred up within stagnant waters!
In a fleeting glimpse of destiny's disturbance, he caught sight of that enormous reflection which had suddenly emerged.
Hidden like a mustard seed, moving like a soaring dragon.
It did not care in the slightest about others' scrutiny, nor had it ever concealed its existence... It descended openly upon the present world.
"After all,