Sensing an incredibly powerful divine sense locking onto him, Ying Changsheng's scalp went numb. He hurriedly looked up at the empty sky.
But the moment Ying Changsheng raised his head, that wisp of divine sense vanished without a trace.
Ying Changsheng gulped, unable to suppress the panic in his eyes.
In that brief instant, he had felt as though his entire life had been laid bare.
How old he was, where his household lived, how many brothers he had, how he'd sneaked a peek at his junior sister bathing...
The other party had seen every last detail.
Who had that been just now?
What kind of Divine Ability was that?
Ying Changsheng broke out in goosebumps.
Meanwhile, high above the Jieyun Immortal Mansion, everyone's gaze shifted back and forth between Qin Guan and Ying Changsheng.
Why had Ying Changsheng stopped? Why was he standing there shouting for no reason? Why did he look so frightened and flustered?
Could Qin Guan's sword strike just now have thrown his Dao Heart into disarray?
Impossible. Qin Guan's strike had indeed been incredibly powerful, and the Great Dao Power it contained had shocked everyone present, but it was still nowhere near enough to disrupt a Golden Immortal's Dao Heart.
As everyone looked on in confusion, Qing Xuanzi furrowed his brows, his eyes fixed on Ying Changsheng in suspicion.
The Golden Immortal's behavior at that moment was simply too strange.
Just moments ago, he'd been utterly imperious, casually crushing Emperor Tun Tian and keeping the entire scene under control. Why did he suddenly look as though something had scared him witless?
Meanwhile, Qin Guan...
Qin Guan stood with his eyes closed, quietly gripping Zhan Chi, as if he had become one with heaven and earth.
He was carefully absorbing the new insights that came with