Kunlun Mountain, Jade Purity Peak.
Yuanshi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his Spiritual Sense sinking deep into the Heavenly Dao Authority.
At this moment, he was using the power of Order laws to materialize countless silken threads that pierced through the void and stretched across every corner of the Prehistoric World.
Su Miao stood at the entrance of the quiet room, holding a pot of freshly brewed Lotus Stamen Tea, not daring to enter and disturb him.
Tongtian poked his head in through the entrance of the cave abode and saw his disciple standing there blankly.
For once, he did not shout in his booming voice. He quietly crept over, rested his head atop Su Miao's, and lowered his voice as he asked.
"How long has Second Brother been at it?"
Su Miao held up one finger.
"One day?"
Su Miao shook her finger from side to side. No.
"One shichen?"
Su Miao replied softly, barely above a whisper.
"Since last night. It's been nearly ten shichen."
Tongtian let out a breath of relief. The two quietly sat down on the Cushions in the quiet room, and Su Miao poured a cup of golden tea and placed it before Yuanshi.
Tongtian unusually refrained from causing trouble. Bored, he lay by the low table with his chin propped in his hands, watching Yuanshi work. After a while, he exclaimed in admiration.
"Second Brother's work is really meticulous. It's like embroidery."
Yuanshi was wholly focused on the other ends of the threads of light, which were linked to Cultivators across the Prehistoric World whom Hongjun had infused with excessive Fortune.
Some were in secluded cultivation on small islands in the East Sea. Some had become petty tyrants in cities of Xiniu Hezhou. Others hid deep within the Ice Plain of Beiju