"Hm? The aura of the Heavenly Dao?"
Tongtian looked toward the sky. Feeling wisps of thunder fading away, he furrowed his brow.
A Saint's divine senses were incredibly powerful. The flash of lightning had vanished in an instant, and the other Interception Sect disciples hadn't even noticed it. But Tongtian had sensed that something was amiss.
He even glanced at Lin Changqing. That thunder seemed to have been aimed at Changqing!
Looking at Lin Changqing, Tongtian increasingly felt that this disciple was no ordinary person.
He clearly had the roots of an Acquired Human Race, yet he had appeared nine hundred thousand years before Nuwa created humanity—and Tongtian had taken him as a disciple.
He had gained ten billion merits, possessed powerful cultivation techniques, and had even broken through the shackles that kept Houtian Beings from becoming Golden Immortals!
He had even used the Golden Immortal realm to defeat a Grand Unity Golden Immortal!
Even Tongtian couldn't see through the trump cards he held!
Though even Saints found it difficult to glimpse the great calamity of Heaven and Earth, how could there be no trace of it at all?
Taishang was the strongest. With the Taiji Diagram, he could see a fragment of Heaven's secrets in the future.
Tongtian was a Saint as well. Though he wasn't as powerful as Taishang, how could he have no sense of it whatsoever?
That was why he had gone out to search for a treasure capable of suppressing his sect's fortune. To rely on Biyou Palace alone was sheer fantasy. Biyou Palace wasn't a supreme treasure, after all. It could suppress the sect's fortune in ordinary times, but when the great sects clashed, it wouldn't be able to protect them at all!
Tongtian had long sensed the Interception Sect's impending dead end. That