Somewhere in a valley in the Northern Plains, Wang Teng, who was cultivating cross-legged, suddenly felt a pang of unease.
Since cultivating the Secret of the Fore, this was the first time he had experienced such an intense and unsettling premonition. Something terrible must have happened to him!
Wang Teng's eyes snapped open. The phantoms of the Four Spirits surrounding him vanished as he rose to his feet.
"What happened?"
The Immortal Crane, which had flown into the sky to investigate, slowly descended. Looking at Wang Teng, it spoke gravely.
"An imperial weapon is unleashing Supreme Emperor Might. It covers nearly half the Northern Plains, and it is extremely dangerous outside right now. This place is protected by the Luan Gu Axe. You absolutely must not leave!"
"Supreme Emperor Might?!"
Wang Teng's expression immediately turned ugly.
At a time like this, who would bring a supreme imperial weapon to the Northern Plains and launch such a massive attack, placing half the region within its range?
The answer to that question required barely any thought. The Wang family had made only a few major moves recently, and only one of them involved an imperial weapon.
But...
"How dare he?!"
Wang Teng's face was filled with shock and fury.
Naturally, he knew about the Wang family's plans, though not much. After all, he had participated in neither their plotting nor their execution.
Although he had not taken part in the Wang family's actions against the Tai Xuan Sect, it was because he considered them meaningless. He believed the other party's current glory was merely fleeting and that, in his eyes, they were far beneath him.
It was not because he thought the Wang family would suffer devastating losses, or that the other party would come charging to their doorstep with an imperial