On Mount Sumeru, Zhunti's expression abruptly changed, and he could not help barking a sharp question:
"Who was it?"
The Saint's vast Divine Sense spread downward in an instant, sweeping across the entire Western Continent.
Yet all around was empty and desolate. He could not detect even the slightest trace of an outside aura, much less any sign that some mighty being had trespassed here.
Zhunti turned to look at Jieyin beside him, his expression grave.
Jieyin's brows were tightly furrowed. He slowly shook his head, his face dark and heavy. "To gnaw away a wisp of Buddhism's Auspicious Qi, silently and soundlessly, right under the eyes of us Saints—his cultivation must be far above ours."
But those supreme, transcendent mighty beings would never covet the West's Auspicious Qi for no reason.
Moreover, they had only taken one tiny, insignificant wisp. With their status and breadth of vision, how could they do such a boring little thing?
Thinking about it, it was likely not some mighty being deliberately making a move, but rather some other strange cause.
Besides, this Buddhist Auspicious Qi was extremely special, and was only useful to the Western Teach itself.
Even if outsiders used it, they could not transfer it onto their own sects. Even if the Three Pure Ones made a move and seized it, they would have no way to borrow it for empowerment.
As for those supreme mighty beings at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin, they would pay no mind to Auspicious Qi at all.
Once one reached a realm like theirs, the Auspicious Qi of worldly sects had long since become no different from an empty display, utterly useless, so naturally they would not covet it on purpose.
After carefully reasoning through it like this, this matter was